Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 620: Magic pattern

The priest really knows the existence of the diamond mark. Whenever this mark changes, I know that things are not that simple. The priest rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and showed the inside of his wrist. There were similar marks on it, except that there were three diamonds. It seems that his mark is higher than mine.

According to the initial test model, those who can be recognized by the Doomsday Agent are those who are lucky and strong, and after they have the mark, they can make Greystone. It is enough to prove that the priest's strength is not trivial. You can see from his appearance that he has always been able to do well.

He didn't choose to aggravate the conflict. It can be seen as an act of goodwill. That's how I judge it.

Fu Jiang shook his muzzle at him.

"Well, you come first, what is the mark?"

"Take off your helmet, how about being honest?" He said to me with a calm smile.

I stared at him for a while, then took off the helmet. Although the others were shocked, the corners of their faces twitched faintly. Although Fu Jiang had stated in advance that I was a student brother, they probably regarded me as a student of the Social University.

I know that my face is a template for top students, because everyone says so. It's a little unexpected that an underage honour student would shoot through a woman's shoulder without hesitation, and drove the "innocent" out of a wicked manner, isn't it? Even so, I can only shrug my shoulders in response to their surprise.

"A handsome boy," the priest said.

"Thank you." I said, "Can I talk now?"

"Here? Are you sure?"

"It's not a shameful thing, right?"

"I don't care, but everyone who has heard my commentary cares."

"In other words, have you seen other people with imprints?"

"Somehow I stayed here for a while too."

The priest still had that deep smile and threw the choice back into my hands. To be honest, this kind of person is not easy to deal with, has a delicate thinking and is also good at speaking skills, and knows that retreat is the way to advance. My junior high school philosophy teacher is such a person. He always gives students who make mistakes a dilemma. He regards torturing their young hearts as an interest. He believes that only mental pain can make people remember their mistakes for a lifetime.

I hate this kind of people, but I also respect them because they are good at thinking. Even if they walk into a dead end, they are the result of careful consideration. Decisions made after thinking about the consequences are always full of scorching destructive power. I was fascinated by this power.

If you are a theologian, you are a fanatic.

The priest in front of him is undoubtedly a fanatic, but he doesn't know what he believes in.

Maybe it's hell? Hey.

"Okay. Actually, I don't care." I looked around at the other people behind the priest, and they stared at me with eyes full of bitterness and fear, as if I were a movie with inconsistencies. Bloody cold freak. So I said again:

"I want Fu Jiang to know what I can, but someone has to stare at you. So, since you can't leave both of you, I have to let everyone listen."

"You, you won't stop talking afterwards, will you?" the middle-aged man in the suit asked hesitantly.

"I haven't killed anyone yet."

Listening to me, they finally relax a little bit.

"Then please speak up, Father." Fu Jiang said.

The priest drew a cross on his chest.

"First of all, this mark is called Magic Weave. People with magic weave are those who have been initially recognized by the Doomsday Agent. This kind of person has an official name in the circle: Magic Weave Envoy."

"Mageweave messenger? It's a handsome name, I like it." Fu Jiang said.

"The Doomsday Agent? Who is it? How do I get recognized?" the casual-wear youth asked in a jack.

"There will be an initial test where everyone is sent, mostly some tricky monsters. If you fix it, you will pass the test."

"I didn't see it." said the man in the suit.

"That means that someone passed the test before you, and the passed test is no longer generated, so the person who came late is considered bad luck. But if the person who came first fails the test, there is no chance of survival. "The priest explained.

Similar to my guess, Fu Jiang didn't have any excited expressions on her face. She was a latecomer, and she liked the name "Mageweave Messenger".

"Is there no other way?" she asked.

"Killing other Mageweave messengers can deprive the opponent's Mageweave." The priest said unhurriedly: "However, the captured Mageweave is at the lowest level, that is, there is only one diamond."

Now everyone's eyes are on my left hand. I know what they are thinking, but if they can be killed by ordinary people so easily, Mageweave Envoy will be a bit misleading.

"Do you want it? Fu Jiang." I deliberately shook my left wrist in front of Fu Jiang.

"There is a chance." Fu Jiang said with a twist of his lips.

"Ms. Fujiang is indeed stronger than some magic-weave messengers. Is it because of taking a lot of graystone?" The priest turned his attention from Fujiang to me: "You made the graystone?"

"Two rhombuses, two abilities, one is for appraisal of intelligence, the other is for making graystone." I think since it is a batch of things, the abilities should be similar, so there is nothing to hide.

"If there is only one, it is to make graystone." The priest said.

"What about the three?" My eyes fell on his left hand.

"Secret." The priest still put a kind smile on his face, but he unceremoniously refused to answer. "But I can tell you that I haven't seen more than three diamond-shaped magic patterns, and very few have two. You can be more comfortable, child."

I just snorted and was noncommittal. It is good to read more books describing losers. The word self-satisfaction is never in my dictionary.

"Do you know? The people who enter this place are the messengers chosen by the heavens, so they are called the Chosen One. But if there is no magic pattern, even if you eat more graystone, you will not be able to reach the C level."

Me and Fu Jiang both know what he is referring to. In the personal evaluations identified, Fu Jiang is a D+ level, and I have not even reached the D level.

"In other words, the magic pattern is proof of potential?" Fu Jiang asked.

The priest nodded cautiously.

"What is the difference between these levels?"

"This level is an evaluation of purely one's own ability after excluding foreign objects. E-level is an ordinary person, D-level is a person who can be awakened, and C-level is a person who is awakened by supernatural talent."

"Can I awaken?"

"I was born to be useful. Everyone has their own field of expertise. After taking graystone, not only will they improve their physical fitness, but they will also be able to tap one's own potential until they reach the peak. For example, running, jumping, facial perception or Precision surgery and the like. I think you should also have some experience." The priest said pointedly.

In this way, my talent in shooting and the strength that Fu Jiang demonstrated in battle are all signs of awakening or imminent awakening. In this way, it makes sense to deal with monsters with weird abilities. People with talents are always more competitive than mediocre people. The reason why we keep learning is not just to embody our talents, so that we can be cruel. Win in the social competition?

Greystone just speeds up this process.

"So what's above C level?" I asked.

"How about you tell me?" The priest asked back, his expression didn't look like a fake, he didn't seem to understand.

"Fu Jiang and I took the same amount of graystone, but my strength is still not as good as her, why?"

"First of all, everyone is born differently. This injustice will be reflected in various aspects of the future. Just like the same exercise, some people run fast, some people run slow. In addition, the magic pattern will absorb part of the graystone. Therefore, under the same amount of graystone, people without magic lines will strengthen faster, but this strengthening has a limit."

"Class D?"

"Yes, this is a natural limitation of the human body."

"Father, what level are you?"

"What did you say?"

The priest hides everything about himself in a gentle smile. Besides that, his gaze of exploring everything and going deep into everything has never changed. Reminds me of another famous fictional character, the learned paranoid, the freak of logic and detail, Sherlock Holmes. As I said before, it is difficult to break the tortoise shell of such a person. He may not be able to take the initiative to talk, but he can always take the initiative to answer.

Use violence to make him surrender? It’s not clear if others have tried, but I don’t plan to do that. I never participate in bets where the winning rate is less than 50%. Is he stronger or weaker than me and Fu Jiang? This is no joke. But I boldly guess that he is a C-level.

The moment of silence was broken by the priest on his own initiative.

"Anything else to know?"

"Is the priest so kind to other Mageweave messengers?" Fujiang asked stingingly.

"That's not necessarily." The other party drew away lightly.

"The last question, how can I go back?"

"Just find the node."

"Node? I see, the place where fantasy and reality meet."

"It's just a point, like a singularity. It keeps moving, and only stays somewhere for a while."

"So you guys are here..."

"Because the node is here." The priest affirmed me and Fujiang's guess: "Originally, there were two Mageweave messengers with me, but the other one just..." He looked back at the stone platform, and then said : "Dead, so, do you want to join hands here?"

Fu Jiang and I looked at each other, and there was no better choice at this time.

"But we have to fix it for a while. The gatekeeper is a powerful monster, right?"

"Mandela monster, C-rank monster." The priest said.

"It just so happened that we killed a C-level monster last night." Tomoe said, stuffing the shotgun and pistol into my hands ~ IndoMTL.com~ walked to the door and took out the simple flamethrower. "As I said, I came prepared this time."

The priest's gaze on the flamethrower was a little surprised, and his mouth opened slightly.

"Oh, my God, you actually made this thing."

"It's not that difficult. I'm surprised you are not prepared at all."

The surviving group of five all had a depressed expression. They teamed up with each other, and they also felt that they were fully armed, and even the battle formation had been discussed beforehand, but now it seems that the level of professionalism is different.

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