The first time I woke up, I could feel a pair of gentle hands caressing my back. Caressing. Slowly slicing through every part of my body, scratching the itch, I wanted to laugh but couldn't.

I tried to keep my eyes open, warning the owner of the hands to stop his movements.

Ignored, I fanned my body in anger, but the effect was slightly moving.

He was about to appease other men of the same kind, but he stopped because of this small movement.

The man gently picked me up, I turned my head angrily, who let you ignore me just now, let me waste a lot of energy, I decided to ignore this man for a whole day, well, half a day, as long as he doesn't apologize, I won't forgive him.

"What a glad thing to do, rest well, my child."

After only briefly experiencing the temperature of the man's palm, he put me down, and no matter how I called, he did not look back, just like a ruthless husband who left home with tears and ignored his wife's cry and embarked on a road of no return.

I lay on the sidelines, and I could only hear the footsteps of men walking around, occasionally holding up my kind and saying a few words, more often walking back and forth to check on the situation of my kind, only in a few cases I would talk to some of my kind for a long time, maybe those kind would make him hear them, right?

So, I practiced hard every day to speak out, hoping that the man would stop in front of me.

I don't know what the time is, I spend a lot of days and nights, men always come here at night, I can't see the man's appearance clearly, the world in front of me is blurry. But I could feel that it was a man, an innate feeling, like I could feel that there were many companions around me, some were happily talking to that man, and more like I was trying to open my mouth wide, hoping to pass on the voice to the man.

Whenever he passes by me, I am ready to give him a chance to comfort me.

He rushed by every time, and I felt suffocated, and it felt like my tears were about to stay.

I held back every tear, instinctively letting me know that tears would ruin my hard-won body.

I don't know what it feels like, instinct keeps me from probing, instinct makes me forget about this feeling, and I see the world more and more blurry until it is black outside.

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"My lord..."

"My words have been heard!"

"Your Excellency is mine, get out of the way."

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Who, why is it so noisy, what's wrong with me?

Is this the way the world is?

I saw the glittering crystals, the flames swaying on a long stick, and the unknown creature in the cage slamming into the iron cage, and I wondered why the creature was crazy to be around the man.

It was only when I thought of the man that I noticed that he was sitting in a chair carved from purple gemstones, with a rounded arc outlined with gold threads.

I wasn't sure if he was the man I remembered, this man wore a terrible mask, I didn't dare to look at the pattern on the mask, I couldn't see the vague smile in my memory, I was silent, staring at his chin with wide eyes, I wanted to make sure of that smile.

Why are their companions noisy and what are they arguing about? Why do they all look different?

"Hmm... I've decided! ”

The masked man suddenly screamed, and I was a little happy, it was the man's voice, the strange companion who quieted down, listening to what the man had to say.

"Bright red, flames, Phoenix, you're called Phoenix."

The companion with the strange pattern turned his body excitedly.

Next, the rest of the companions were given new names, McGee, Orfa and Walter, and they cheered on the sidelines.

Pick me up, and though I'm still a little scared of the mask, I'm trying to unfold myself.

"Hmmm... Nothing special about it! Sure enough, I still hate to think of a name. ”

Eh, did I disappoint him?

I wanted to apologize to him, but I was still afraid of the mask on his face.

Maybe, I can't have a name.

"Haha, I'm so stupid, I don't have any characteristics, isn't that just like my personality?"

The man decided, "You can call it the Book of Rubick, the Book of Magic." ”

The Book of Rubick?

From this day forward, I know that I am the Book of Rubick.