Can someone who has only learned a spell find out the secrets hidden in the spells and runes of the spells? It's difficult, but it's possible. Fei Qi, or Yan Rui, is best at finding patterns through phenomena, finding secrets through laws, and then turning the unknown into the known. In fact, Yan Rui has always believed that whether it is in the previous life or this life, he has always had a secret weapon in his life, that is, the intuition and ability to discover the laws behind phenomena.

This is perhaps a more trustworthy secret weapon than the rooms of hell and the power of the devil.

He spent two whole days writing spell-rune-incantation correspondence on papyrus with the thinnest quill. He couldn't write down all the thousands and hundreds of spells for each spell, but instead of sorting them out by his predecessors, he picked the thirty spells with the highest success rate of each spell from the book, and the three spells with the shortest success rate, and collected them as a sample. He then wrote down on the paper all he could find one hundred and fifty spells that could be put together into a sample collection, as well as sixty forming spells and forty rune combinations as a reference.

It is not enough to just write down the spell, he also has to analyze, summarize, and summarize the effects of the spell. The largest of these is thunder and lightning-related spells, and the Goddess of Truth Thunder's divine skills provide ample samples in this regard, and are the direction that Feige believes is most likely to produce a breakthrough. There is a detailed description of the effects of the Thunder Divine Technique, such as direct splitting, ray flying, fan-shaped, chain-shaped, electric ball surrounding, attacking, detecting, defending, or transmitting, energy emitting, constructing creatures, divine power catalysts, and spatial shifting...... The process of establishing this taxonomy is a head-to-toe combing process of spells. Feige didn't even need the computer's algorithm to sort it out, he already had a vague sense that some law was about to jump off the page.

He put all his energy into this data collation, and if it weren't for carrying firewood at midnight, boiling water and hot rice, and even reminding Feige to go to the toilet on time, he would never have thought of anything himself. Although it is true that this is not "immersed in the joy of learning", there is always a feeling of excitement that "I will soon tear open the tabernacle and see the truth" has always supported him.

Before everything was ready to be typed into the computer, Feige had a good night's sleep. He snored vigorously, oblivious to what was happening outside. Midnight pulled the quilt for him with all his might, and guarded him with a soul harvesting dagger wrapped around his tail. Spirits sometimes go wrong, leaving the route to the transcendental (meditative) chamber and wandering around Feige. At this time, the furry black guardian will cautiously lean over and attack from a safe distance with his extra-long tail wrapped around the dagger.

The harvest of these geists is a bonus.

Before going to bed, Feige slashed his hand with a soul harvesting dagger and went to hell, and when he came back, he had an extra dark blue laptop and an extra cup of instant noodles that "worked overtime and the boss didn't care about the meal". The braised beef flavor, although not his favorite flavor, is a precious thing that is not found in this world. Moreover, being able to find real food from the "Earth Room" is a very meaningful progress, and it is an important comfort for the body of a person who needs to stay in the room for a long time.

As always, the earth text on the instant noodles is gone, and only a little fat man in a white chef's uniform and a large bowl of noodles are advertised on the outer packaging. Feige remembers that there were still chopsticks with double pinched noodles on the commercial, but this time they also disappeared. Maybe it's because there are no chopsticks in this world, and these things have changed according to the rules of the world?

"It's no problem if you don't have chopsticks, just make two of them yourself!" Climb down the two-story tower, find an arrow in the weapons room on the second floor, and simply chop it in the middle and divide it into two, isn't this chopsticks? The kettle on the stove is boiling, the hot water is ready, and soon the noodles are ready.

Before he could eat, Feige heard the voice of the old man Kipling: "What does this taste like? Feige, is that you?

"It's okay...... Oh, you can't hear me. Fei Qi threw himself down, ran over, explained in front of him with the phrase "alchemy and spell experiments", and then hurried back. He saw Midnight looking up at the ceiling, his eyes were a little floating, his mouth was a little red, and the beef noodles were a little less.

"Can't you eat?" said Feige, surprised. Instead of restoring the internal organs, Midnight Turning into a Demon Pet replaces those organs with spells and blood-connected life force. If Midnight is compared to a baby in a pregnant woman's womb, then the spell connection and contract binding are the umbilical cord, and Feige's life force and soul are the mother who provides all the nourishment. Midnight is now left with the concept of "playing" what to eat, neither eating nor digesting.

Midnight quickly reaches out his paws to wipe his face, licks his tongue, destroys the evidence, and refuses to answer Feige's question.

Just eat it, anyway, it won't have diarrhea and won't die, at most it's just a vomit. Fei Qi took a closer look at the noodles, and there was no cat hair in them, so he gulped down chopsticks made of arrow shafts.

Burning the noodle box and spice packet in the stove, leaving only a rare fullness and pleasure in his stomach, Feige felt truly motivated. I found the hidden Red Bull and took a sip, and a familiar feeling of (working overtime and fighting for progress) came to my heart, and all the cells in my body were mobilized all of a sudden.

Turn on the computer, mute the sound as fast as you can, and then use the camera to take a picture of the words on the papyrus and hand it over to the recognition system to process. Feiqi's computer is full of professional software, and it can even analyze lecture videos to restore PPT, not to mention those pure characters and numbers.

So, most of the time is spent building the database and entering the algorithms.

Feiqi's hand had never touched the keyboard, but Yan Rui's soul had been crawling on the keyboard for years, so it was just a matter of not a problem. The hand speed is still there, and there are a few more typos than before, but Feige also has a more powerful Hawkeye Meditation than before. Although he can play blindly, it is mainly due to the limitations of the structure of the human eyeball. Now with a global vision, error correction while playing and watching, checking and correcting errors is directly and smoothly realized.

The amount of electricity is equivalent to the deadline of the project, and whenever the deadline approaches, Feige's efficiency can soar to the sky. Being able to make the rattling sound of a mechanical keyboard on the soft keyboard of a notebook is not something that ordinary power and speed can accomplish.

He wrote the program at half the charge, then began to analyze the data, and then analyzed the results of the analysis...... There is a huge amount of data to compare, and it is not difficult to calculate each step, but the number is too large, and the efficiency of repeated calculations with a computer is not known how many times higher than that of the human brain.

After another hour or so, when the last 10 percent of the battery remained, a graph appeared. This is a phased effort that summarizes runes, spells, and spell effects into a weighted analysis model. Every word, every mantra is pronounced, and their arrangement is now clearer and more definite. The originally scattered world of spells began to evolve into a complete and rigorous magic system.

Fei Fei wrote hard, transcribing the analysis from the screen as fast as he could, barely before the system was forced to shut down. There were three papyrus scrolls, the fragile surface of which was covered with scribbled words, but it was the brainchild of Feiqi's spell system.

"Try this first, Spark. The best spell combinations should look like this...... Whew?"

Feige snapped his fingers, his thumb quickly brushed his middle finger and hit his index finger, and a small spark appeared from the tip of his thumb! The spell worked! The spark technique could light a candle or an oil lamp, or ignite fluffy down or thatch, and could replace the flint iron piece to ignite a fire in the wild. It's not lethal and doesn't illuminate, but it doesn't make people tired, and it can be used casually, making it a nice little spell.

But is it so easy to succeed? The spark spell is a simple "click"?

Feige felt that something was wrong. Single-byte spells are supposed to be the easiest to spot and learn, but the shortest spells in the record for Spark also have two syllables, and there is no "click" in them. Could it be that all the magic and spell users before him were stupid people, and they couldn't even find a "click"?

Things shouldn't be like this unless...... Unless a spell is not an objective thing. In a world where science is absolutely dominant, the laws are objective and do not change depending on who uses them. But in this world, the soul, the wandering spirit, and the conjugator are the forces that change the world, and the truth and thunder (power) are in the hands of a deity, and this goddess has her own joys and sorrows, which is by no means objective.

As a corollary...... Feige looked at Midnight and hooked his finger to call it over, "It's your turn to help, it's up to me." I use magic, and you tell me how the power of magic works by feeling it. ”

Midnight didn't jump onto Feige's outstretched palms, but jumped overhead with ease. It crushes Feige's hair like a hat, and its long, fluffy tail forms a warm scarf. That's it, Mao ......' probably came to such an emotion at midnight.

Maybe that's fine? Feige concentrated and snapped his fingers as he said "boom". He tried a variety of techniques, or simply cast the spark spell over and over again, without the aid of his fingers. Midnight thought about it, and after a while, a message finally came through an emotional link:

Got it.

"Got it, you got it?" Feige asked Midnight, and the cat shook his head. "Who's got that?"

Midnight patted Feige's forehead with his paws, then flicked his tail, the tip of the tail pointed outward, and circled Feige's head in a full circle, and then added two words, "Got it."

"You pat me on the head, meaning I get it. And then point around, meaning the world understands?"

Midnight jumped down and stood in front of Feiqi, raising his paws high, swaying left and right, "Mao Mao Mao" screaming happily. Feige sat down, pondered Midnight's performance, and gradually solved the mystery.

"For spells, first I have to understand, and then I have to use the right method to make the world around me understand as well. Let it understand both the intent of casting the spell and the composition of the spell. Mana is the energy, the soul is the bridge, and the correct pronunciation of runes and spells is the norm for the use of the road. In this way, the interconnection between ideas and reality is completed, that is, spells. When I say that, can the world understand?"

Midnight froze, only the light in his eyes flickered. After a while, it wagged its tail again, and then told Feige a word with an emotional link, a word that laid the foundation of Feiqi's entire spell system:

Right.