Could this voice be ...... Hormone Spots?

The little mage turned his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came, and unexpectedly, the owner of the voice was not a legendary lich, but a young boy with a delicate and shy appearance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You are?"

She asked suspiciously, but the little boy did not answer, just shook his head and disappeared into a cloud of green smoke. Soon after he disappeared, the entire ruined world began to shake, and the center of her cracked, falling apart, and dissipating into endless darkness.

Monia has no way back and falls into the abyss with the whole world.

However, as she fell downward, images passed by her eyes.

This is...... Memories of a legendary mage?

From croaking to babbling, from knightly training to mage inheritance, countless images featuring a young mage named Erikent Jarworth are imprinted in the little mage's heart, and then disappear like a dream. In a short moment, she watched the little boy's 12-year life journey.

Twelve years with a flick of the fingers, it is like a dream.

"Errickant Jaworth"

Like a dream, the little mage spat out the name. In the picture, she seems to have walked through twelve years of green years with the little boy, crying with him, laughing together, and sharing every bit of life together. And then in the past twelve years, I have forgotten these little by little, leaving only a few feelings imprinted in my heart.

The story about the little boy is actually very simple, Erickent, who was born in an aristocratic family, has a family that everyone envies, his father is a powerful nobleman in the Duchy of Mistrol, his mother is a gentle and virtuous beauty, and the young little Erick is the happiest child, and he grows up happier than anyone else...... Until an assassination took away his health. He can no longer do a slightly more strenuous exercise, can only watch his playmates of the same age run freely, can only be locked in the book room to read books and taste loneliness.

If the story ends here, it will be a blessing. But when little Eri stumbles upon a mage's codex from the stacks, he is caught in the whirlpool of fate. Reading the codex left by the unknown mage, the little boy was deeply fascinated by the strange world depicted by the mage's few strokes, and eagerly studied the knowledge recorded in the codex.

Perhaps it was the arrangement of fate that little Eri had a unique talent in the study of spells, and his affinity with the ether was far above that of ordinary mages. In other words, he was a genius who learned a few of the most basic tricks without anyone to teach him and became a mage apprentice.

When it comes to mages, the precocious little Eri is not ignorant. He knew that in this era, the mage was a heretic, and the mage was a symbol of mystery and evil, but he had become addicted to the world of ether, and the desire from the soul made him break the taboo again and again, and go further and further on the path of the mage.

He knew it could lead to disaster, but he couldn't let it go. The study of spells, the perception of the ether has become his dream, it has become everything to him. All he can do is be cautious, only to be careful to protect his secrets.

However, paper can't contain fire after all, and the secret will be discovered one day. When they were twelve, they encountered a forest bear on an outing with their friends. The outing was an adventure for the children to hide from their parents, without a guard, and when the bears came out of the woods, the only thing the children could rely on was themselves.

An adult forest storm bear is comparable to a strong man who has just knocked on the door of a professional, and is almost invincible for this group of children in the apprenticeship stage. In order to survive, a dozen children fought together and eventually killed the violent bear after paying the price of blood.

During the battle, Little Eri revealed the fact that he was a mage's apprentice, and agreed with the surviving companions not to reveal the truth about the spells he had used that day. But as with most bloody episodes, the secret ceased to be a secret when it became known to the second person, and it was not known who had leaked the secret, and three days later, the Inquisition of Tornateu visited his father and searched his study for the mage's codex.

It's all over.

His father gave up on him, his mother almost cried, and he was taken into the church of Tonateu, where he was tortured and tortured, and the inquisition, determined that he had no information about other mages, threw him into an underground prison where he would never see the light of day.

That year, he was exactly twelve.

As for little Eric's memory, Monia only saw this, like having a spring and autumn dream, and when she woke up, she could only remember some general contents, but the specific details were not clear now.

Monia didn't know what happened after he fell into the black prison.

"Click."

After reading about Erikent's twelve years of life, the little mage finally landed in the dark abyss. There is no real feeling, just like stepping on the water in the mirror, the ripples are spreading, the darkness gradually subsides, I don't know whether to reveal the original world or build a new world.

Looking around, it seems to be a prison cell?

The cell, which was dozens of times more eerie than the cell where the little mage had been in the "Perfume Beauty", had no light except for the torches in the hands of the jailers who patrolled the prison. However, when the heavily armored jailers walked by in pairs, the flickering light of the fire illuminated the environment and saw an even greater horror.

It was a desperate horror, and the walls of every cell were filled with red and white objects left behind by prisoners who committed suicide by hitting the walls. Through the firelight, Monia could also see the ghostly "neighbors" in the other cells. Some of them have fierce eyes, like a beast that chooses to devour people; Some have dull eyes, like puppets that have been played badly, and there is no hope in their eyes; There are even some who lie completely motionless in their cells, like dead people.

The cell was silent, except for the muffled footsteps of heavily armored jailers.

"What the hell is this?"

The little mage looked at the cell where she was imprisoned with some confusion, wondering what the legendary lich was up to.

Suddenly, a voice in my consciousness, a cold and inorganic voice.

"Act I: The Escape"

"Scene: Black Prison"

"Using Character Template: Eric Kent"

"Success Condition: Escape from the Black Prison"

"Failure Condition: Character Death"

This is?

Slightly surprised, the little mage read the words that came to mind as the voice fell.

This...... It's a holographic simulation game of the mother brain!

So...... My current body?

Monia looked down, barely seeing her image by the light of the jailer's fire.

Dressed in a gray robe, with a pair of dry hands, skinny as wood, although he couldn't see his face, he could feel that it must be a withered face.

"Errickent, sixteen."

A message comes to mind.

In the previous memory picture, you can see that Erickent is a little delicate, a little shy and a little bookish, but I didn't expect the boy in the black prison to become this ghost.

Shake your head and put these distractions behind you.

Escape from the Black Prison? How do you escape? Just with this thin and weak body?

Clenched her fist hard, and then released, the strength of this body was much smaller than her original body, and the reaction fluid was much slower. With a thought in his mind, a red-covered codex opened, recording the spells that Erickent would use.

"Erikent, low-level mage."

"Greasy Surgery"

"Mage's Hand"

"Fire Tongue"

"Fireball"

"Electric Vector"

Somewhat surprised, the little mage stared at Erickent's list of spells. The young mages have significantly fewer spells than the regular school mages, with only five spells to choose from. However, the last Arrow Technique, if memory serves, is a mid-tier spell.

It's not that low-level mages can't use mid-level spells at all, but the cost of using mid-level spells is too great, and a low-level mage like Monia, who is almost separated from a mid-level mage, can only use it once or twice. Moreover, the structure of learning mid-level spells is too difficult for low-level mages, rather than spending time on the study of mid-level spells, it is better to meditate more and master a variety of low-level spells that are not easy to be restrained, so that the improvement of strength is greater.

It's just that Erikent has never received a formal mage education, and it is not easy to rely on a mage codex to get to this point on his own. Thinking of the little boy he looked like him in that mysterious world of ruins, the little mage roughly guessed his identity.

"Ready to get started? Errickent. ”

Just as the little mage was familiar with the unfamiliar body, a slightly hoarse female voice came into his ears. Monia looked back and looked around, but there was no one around.

"Ten Musa after the operation begins."

It seemed to be a sound-transmitting spell, and Monia didn't know much about this type of spell, but it wasn't too complicated. But...... She frowned slightly, and the action began? In other words, escaping from the black prison is not just an action of Erikent, but an organized and premeditated operation in the black prison.

If so, the difficulty would be a little lower than she expected.

At least there was no need to think about how to break the iron fences, after all, the spell pool mastered by the young mage was too shallow, and there were only five or six spells to choose from.

"Lord Moya, please rest assured."

Monia didn't intend to speak, but the young mage replied himself.

"The thirteen mages in the Eastern Region have all made sufficient preparations, and this time they will definitely succeed."

Thirteen mages?

The little mage narrowed her eyes, presumably the hint of the trial: ten minutes later, a mysterious man named Moya planned a riot in the Black Prison, in which Erikent and twelve mages from the Eastern Region would participate, and through this riot, they would have a chance to escape from the Black Prison.

However, the exact circumstances will not be known until the riots, and all that can be done now is to wait.

The time of ten Musa is fleeting.

Finally, a loud "boom" shattered the peace of the black prison for thousands of years, and in the chaos, a shadow passed by the panicked jailers, and took the key ring around their waists.

The action is on!

The little mage stared at the chaos, unaware that something hidden in the shadows was peering into her shadows.

"Wow...... Trialist...... Have to...... Dead ......"

ps: It's a bit messy, after all, it's a few days of writing fragments together.

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