Roland felt as if he had gone too far.

Just now, Vivian's spiritual power was like a light veil, and she would feel it when she touched the back of his hand, and her spiritual power stretched out a few tentacles to wrap around her, was that equivalent to holding her?

And the mental perception almost looked at her whole body.

Now the atmosphere in the study was getting more and more awkward, and Vivien's little face was already a little red.

Roland could only pretend to be fine, and said slowly: "I have to deal with some personal matters, you can also go back to your room to rest first." ”

Vivien nodded, turned and fled like a bunny.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief, he was not a young brother, when he was in college, he was also a girlfriend and a person who ate meat.

Later, because of problems such as staying after graduation and working in other places, the two broke up peacefully. is different from his ex-girlfriend's character who can afford to put it down, this Vivian is obviously a relatively innocent girl, so she looks very shy, which makes Roland a little embarrassed.

He didn't mean to look at the other person's body.

After sitting in his chair for a while, Roland went to the window and pushed it open.

The wind from outside blew in, this is the eighth floor of the magic tower, about forty meters high from the ground, and the height of each floor of the magic tower is not low, about five meters or so.

The magic tower was already the tallest building in the city, and standing in front of the window, the breeze was blowing, and the broken hair on his forehead was blowing, and even at this height, he could see the whole city clearly.

Silently looking at the pedestrians in the distance like ants, Roland once again became curious about the so-called spiritual power.

Then he divided the water balloon in his consciousness into more, thinner, and longer tentacles, extending up and down, left and right, in all directions.

These spiritual tentacles can not only easily pass through normal matter, but even spread quite quickly.

After a while, with him as the center, a spiritual power 'round ball' with a diameter of about one hundred and thirty meters was roughly formed.

The entire magic tower has been encased in it.

Within the reach of this spiritual tentacle, Roland could 'see' everything.

Whether it was the magic apprentices, the surprised expressions, or the structure of the entire magic tower, he could feel it at the same time. Of course, this time the spiritual tentacles did not wrap around the person's body again.

But the strange feeling did not last long, and then Roland felt a darkness in front of him.

Roland was forcibly ejected directly from that state of consciousness, and then his head hurt as if it was about to explode, his body shook a few times, and he almost fell to the ground, but fortunately, he subconsciously reached out and held on to the wall.

"It doesn't make sense." Roland let out a low groan in pain, he leaned against the wall with one hand, bent over and panted, because of the severe pain, his sweat fell from his forehead and cheeks like raindrops: "Didn't you say...... Is it only one-tenth of the pain, how can it hurt like this! ”

There seemed to be a finger stirring vigorously in the brain, and it hurt so much that Roland even patted his head hard.

After a few moments, he finally felt that his head didn't hurt so much, so he leaned against the wall and slowly walked to a chair and sat down.

After resting for a while, Roland finally felt that his head was much better, no longer as unpleasant as before, and his messy aura gradually calmed down.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Vivian's slightly worried voice came from outside: "Branch President, it's okay, just now we suddenly felt that your mental power collapsed." ”

Mental breakdown? Roland finally found that in his sea of consciousness, the balloon-like thing was gone.

Now it's just a little droplet.

I see!

It seems that spiritual power is linked to one's own real 'consciousness' in reality. The body in the game is 'fake', but the consciousness itself is real.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain why 1 in 10 pain doesn't work.

"It's okay, I'm just testing the means of applying mental power." Roland replied in a very ordinary voice, "Go ahead and get busy with yourself." ”

"Oh!" Vivien answered again, and the footsteps faded away.

Roland leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

After about half an hour, my head no longer hurts, and the 'mental power' in my consciousness has returned to the original appearance of a large water ball, and it seems to have grown a little bigger.

Roland continues to test the effects of mental power.

This time, he didn't radiate all his spiritual power like he did just now, but only drew a few spiritual threads at a time.

He tested it little by little, and recorded it.

Soon he got a statistic.

When the volume of the spiritual power sphere is only half of the original, the head will ache faintly.

And with the use of magic in this case, the spell will become extremely unstable.

Even the Mage's Hand, a magic as simple as breathing, that Roland had been fully proficient in, took a few seconds to take shape.

If the spiritual power is weakened any longer, it may not even be able to condense the magic element.

The time for the test passed quickly.

The characteristics, effects, and negative effects of spiritual power were tested and recorded by Roland one by one, and then made into a simple mathematical model, and then deduced from the data in order to verify more unknown characteristics.

Looking at the useful data and the arguments confirmed, Roland was obsessed with the data and couldn't extricate himself.

It wasn't until time stopped in the game world that he was awakened from the data experiment.

Exiting the game and crawling out of the virtual cabin, Roland moved his body, it was still early at the moment, it was six o'clock in the morning, he turned on the computer and browsed the game forum.

This is also the time when players are most active.

Just came out of the game, naturally there are a lot of complaints and game experiences I want to say.

Roland entered the caster's forum, searched for it, and found that there was not a single post of 'spiritual power', so he wrote down his thoughts from last night.

"Some Experiences about the Spiritual Power of Mages".

'The spiritual power of the mage exists in consciousness...... It can replace eyesight, but don't wrap your mental power on others, it will feel and be rude...... Mental power cannot be used too much...... There is a possibility of sudden death...... Can be used on the partition wall, see-through! ’

After posting the post, Roland began to browse through the content of other sections.

The players are very exploratory, and they have done a lot of testing and exploring outward.

Some players have already met with elves and dwarves, and some players from language departments have basically mastered the language of Hollevon and are learning the country's script at this time.

Others, organized players, gradually began to gather in a certain city, intending to establish their own game guilds.

There is great power in many people, and it is easy to do things in many people!

Of course, there are many local tyrant players who want to buy gold coins on the forum.

The price of a gold coin has been speculated to 15,000 soft girl coins.

Roland thought about it for a while, and then posted a post: "Are there any local tyrant players in Delbon City?" I sell six gold coins"

By the time he joined the Guild, Cross had already given him the ten gold coins he had prepared.

Roland was worried that the gold coins would depreciate in the future, and planned to sell some more to increase his deposit.

After all...... Now that he doesn't go to work, if he doesn't have enough savings, he doesn't have the confidence to play games at home.

Less than ten minutes after the post was posted, he was contacted by a player named 'Hawke'.