The muse felt like a mess in his head now, and he couldn't think of anything in a daze, and at the same time there was a sharp pain, as if someone was hitting his head with a stick, and his throat was like a dry well, and his tongue was so thirsty that it hurt like a knife cutting with a slight movement of his tongue.

Someone seemed to be saying something next to him, but his chaotic mind couldn't tell what was being said.

The muse couldn't help but moan: "Woo~"

A moment of silence......

The muse continued to murmur unconsciously: "Water~"

It seemed that another voice sounded, but he still couldn't tell anything......

Soon, the warm warm water appeared on the muse's lips, and he subconsciously sucked it, and the warm water flowed down his dry throat, and he couldn't help but exhale comfortably as he felt moisturized. At the same time, greedily sucking more warm water......

The muse, who felt that he had drunk enough, stopped sucking, and at this moment, an even more intense pain suddenly struck, and he passed out again without saying a word.

In the dark, the muse seemed to see the appearance of his own soul body, and he was quietly suspended in an empty space, surrounded by a gray mist with no end in sight.

A dark golden crystal was embedded in the center of his body, and as he observed, the dark golden crystal was dissipating. Soon, it was missing a periphery, and the muse's own soul body turned a faint dark gold. The muse was shocked, but could not do anything.

But this dark golden crystal has never changed, it has always been embedded there, I don't know how long it took, all the muse's soul was transformed into dark gold by the dark gold crystal that had dissipated before.

Suddenly, the dark golden crystal flashed.

"Woo~" A pain that was thousands of times more intense than the physical pain struck, and even because it was a pain in the soul, the muse could only bear it soberly. And it seems that this dark golden soul has an incomparable tenacity, although the surface of the muse's soul is constantly rippling with dense ripples, but the whole is not a big problem at all.

An incomparably large message is instilled in the muse......

At the same time, the eyes of the muse kept drifting in front of his eyes

Family feuds...... Pirate Raid ...... Go to the Mage Federation...... Arcane Revolution ...... The Arcane Empire is founded...... Imperial Wars...... Astral Exploration ...... Plane Wars...... Attack of the Gods...... The Fall of the Empire...... Escape to the Astral ...... Ultimately madness......

"Ahh

The bright sunlight outside the window shone in, and for a moment the muse, who had not seen the sun for a while, couldn't help but squint, and then he realized his weakness - there was not a trace of weakness in his whole body, and his muscles were all weak, and he couldn't even support him to sit.

The muse quickly leaned against the head of the bed, which avoided the dilemma of falling his upper body back on the bed.

"Young Master, you've finally woken up. A female voice that sounded both familiar and unfamiliar came, and the muse felt as if he had heard it a long, long time ago, but it felt like he had heard it often, which made the muse feel very confused: "You wait, I'll go to the kitchen and get the hot porridge ordered by the master." ”

The sound of footsteps faded away, and the muse did not respond to the voice, his eyes closed, quietly sorting out the information in his mind......

Soon, a sound of footsteps approached, and finally a general muse was sorted out, and he opened his eyes, and said tentatively to the maid who came over with a tray with a small plate of golden porridge and cutlery, "Mina?"

"Well, young master, do you have any orders?" replied the maid respectfully.

"What age and how many years is it!?" the muse glanced around slightly. Suddenly staring straight at Mina, breathing heavily, he asked urgently.

"Well, this ...... It is now the year 1642 in the Calendar of the Gods. Although she was a little stunned by Muse's sudden question, Mina answered instinctively.

"Sure enough, it's before it all begins...... Muse bowed his head and muttered to himself with some madness, his expression changing, "Time rewind, or time travel? ”

Mina looked at the muse in front of her, who seemed to be a little nervous, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously, "Young master, my lord asked me to feed you some hot porridge when you wake up." See if you come and eat it first. ”

Only then did the muse feel a terrible hunger rush over him from his empty stomach.

But now the muse is also extremely tough in willpower, so although he felt waves of hunger coming at him like a tidal wave, the muse just nodded to Mina lightly and motioned for her to feed herself.

With permission, Mina carefully set aside the tray, filled a bowl of porridge, walked over to the muse, bent down, dug a spoonful gently, and blew the porridge in the spoon until it was not hot before bringing it to the muse's mouth.

Muse enjoyed Mina's feeding, but it seemed that his attention was completely off, and he was thinking about something all the time, just subconsciously swallowing the food.

As a result, Muse didn't notice that he had quickly eaten a full plate of porridge, and he didn't even bother when Mina packed up her dishes, saluted him, and left the room.

After a long period of contemplation, the muse finally put everything in order.

He raised his head, and his eyes also bloomed with a terrifying essence, which was completely different from the dazed one when he first woke up, although his body was still very weak, but this could not hide the wisdom of the muse.

Look around and you'll see a precious goose-down carpet, silver spell lamps, soft bedding covered with red brocade, and huge curtains embroidered with green daffodils.

"It's really a nostalgic scene, in the year 1642 of the gods, at this time I was just a 16-year-old child, am I reborn? The muse chuckled, and then his words took on a hint of madness, "Damn gods, I, the Grand Arcanist Muse, are back! The Arcane Flame will never be extinguished, and the Flower of Netherel will never wither!"

But the Muse also knew that in the present world, the gods are still sacred and inviolable, and they look down on the world from above.

The all-changing Arcane Revolution has not yet begun, the Arcane Empire capable of competing with the gods has not yet appeared, and everything is being conceived in the northern kingdom of mages. Now I must lie dormant and silently strengthen myself until that moment comes!

Then go and change that!