At first, the world was empty and chaotic. The abyss is dark.

God said, "Let there be light." ”

……

Nothing happened.

Lecter looked at the endless darkness in front of him and muttered to himself, "I can get out of my body by sleeping, why am I still doing so many things, desperately trying to break the seal?" ”

"It's a break from the cage."

"Is anyone there? Can you turn on the lights? It's too dark here, I'm imprisoned, is there anyone who can help me call the police? ”

"Ah, it's noisy." The young man in yellow covered his ears, sat up on the ground, looked around blankly, and muttered to himself, "It seems that he has been beaten into the infirmary again." ”

Hearing the noise in the room, the middle-aged woman who was lazily basking in the sun outside and reading the latest issue of "The Magical Journey of Amerore" stood up, pushed open the door and walked in.

She came to the side of the young man in yellow, touched the wrist of the young man in yellow with her wand, and nodded, "It's just overtraining and a few abrasions, it's fine." Young man, although it is right to train diligently, you can't exceed your own limit. If Vera hadn't sent you here, you'd have to lie on the lake until tomorrow morning. Come, just drink this bowl of medicine. ”

"Thank you, Mrs. Hill, I'll take note later." The young man took the medicine bowl with both hands, took a deep breath, and poured all the medicinal soup in the bowl into his mouth with one swoop.

Mrs. Hill looked at the young man with a smile on her face and finished drinking the medicinal soup in the bowl, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Although the herbs are a little bitter, they are effective very quickly, and they can take effect in twenty minutes. ”

As she spoke, she held up a finger, "Old rules, a pound of three-tailed grass." ”

Murphy nodded, for in the past three years, after each treatment he received from Mrs. Hill, he had to collect a certain amount of herbs to pay for his medical bills.

"By the way, when you go back later, remember to take the waste newspapers from the infirmary with you."

With that, Mrs. Hill had closed the door and reclined back into her chaise longue to continue her leisurely afternoon.

"I'll go, what the hell, why is it so bitter." At this time, in the boy's consciousness, a round spherical object the size of a coconut with a smooth surface like a mirror was constantly jumping. While jumping, he broke his "mouth" and scolded.

"Who you are and why are you in my consciousness." Only then did the boy realize that he had an extra ball in his head.

The ball was an inflated droplet, though it would be more appropriate to call him Lecter's consciousness now.

The ball stopped bouncing, resisted the bitter taste, and conjured a hand raised high and thumbs up. Only then did he say in a very serious tone: "Below is the supreme existence of the world, one of the five pillar gods, the guardian of the Demon Script, the Flame Born, the Scarlet Monarch of Destruction, the Flame Wing, the Omen of Death, the Heavenly Punisher, the Growler of the Gods, the Communicator of Earth Civilization, the Ambassador-Friendly Ambassador of the Otherworld, the creator of the magic programming and the developer of the Demon Scripture application - Red Dragon Lecter. ”

The boy was a little confused, and it was clear that he hadn't figured out what this string of titles meant.

"Forget it, just call me Lecter, as for why I'm in your consciousness, that's a long story. But, well, let's put it this way, now you can think of me as a system, a system that helps you grow. To put it simply, you kid got the golden finger. Happy open, unhappy high? ”

"By the way, what's your name?" After a long time, Lecter finally stopped feeling the bitterness, and he floated in front of the still confused young man, and spoke, half-jokingly.

Even though I was transferred from one prison to another, it was amazing to be able to talk to people, after all, it was the first voice I heard in more than ten years.

He has already thought of an interesting idea, these days, how can he make a systematic article, otherwise how to mix. If the god of crossing doesn't send the system, then it's not bad to turn himself into a system and send it out. Well, that's a happy decision.

"My name is Murphy, and it's a pleasure to meet you. What system are you talking about, and what is that cheat? The boy asked curiously.

Lecter was a little helpless, not everyone could understand every stalk, so he had to say: "You just need to know that I can make you stronger, and the rest of the questions will be asked later." Now, I need to take a look at the connection to the server first, and I'll get you something good later. ”

After saying that, he ignored Murphy, who was still curious, and transformed his bulbous body into a miniature version of a teenager, dancing and busily working.

"This inexplicable guy seems to be very interesting," Murphy commented silently.

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and Murphy moved his body to make sure that all the parts around him were in good condition, and said goodbye to Mrs. Hill. Carrying a large stack of discarded newspapers, he left the infirmary.

Walking down the street, looking at the sun that was about to set, Murphy gave himself a thumbs up: "So, the practice for the purpose of going home begins now." ”

After finishing speaking, he ignored the surprised eyes of the people around him and ran quickly in the direction of home.

Murphy is one such person, and boring training takes up 80% of his life, and the other 20% is reserved for eating, sleeping, and lying in the infirmary.

The only goal of the effort is to pass the introductory exam to become an apprentice in the magic branch of Hephasto Academy, even if only as the lowest level of magic apprenticeship.

The bustling city center has been left behind by Murphy, and in front of him is the low, dirty slum, the city's oldest neighborhood, where there is no glory or dignity, only a group of walking dead residents who repeat the monotony of life. Even when Murphy ran past them, they turned a blind eye.

The slums, the places in the city where filth and dirt are hidden. It is inhabited by civilians in the truest sense of the word, unable to use magic or find work.

They are just a bunch of ordinary people struggling to survive on the edge of the city's cliffs.

Although the city of Sheen has implemented a government distribution system since 80 years ago, guaranteed by the government, to provide a minimum standard of living resources for every city resident, so that everyone can live a good life without working, but if you want to go one step closer, you must have a magician qualification or have money.

Murphy paused, gasped, and stood in front of the only wooden hut in the entire slum, he smiled and happily gave a thumbs up: "The cultivation battle is a great success." ”

The house was one of the only two legacies left to him by Murphy's parents, and thirteen years of life allowed Murphy to remember every area of the house. Although it has been a little dilapidated over the years, it is still Murphy's sheltered home.

Murphy opened the door, and the house was neatly cleaned without the slightest dust, thanks of course, thanks to Murphy, who cleaned his room carefully every day, and who had never stopped cleaning his room for a day since his parents died.

The light from the wooden window frames was getting fainter and darker, and Murphy lit the only oil lamp in the room, and the light spilled out of the window frames.

Under the lights, a new round of workouts continued.

"That's it," Murphy was about to do the three hundred and first push-ups, when the voice that had been silent in his head finally sounded.

Murphy stopped, his consciousness sinking into his mind, and saw that Lecter was fiddling with a screen that shimmered with silver light, and his fingers quickly clicked on it, very satisfied with the effect in front of him, and about a minute later, with a nice ringtone, the silver light of the screen turned yellow.

"Well, seventy-one seconds, that's good." Lecter then looked at Murphy's consciousness that had already come to him.

"My first ...... No, the workout is done, why don't you come and try it," Lecter said with a serious seduction as he looked at Murphy, who was covered in sweat.

Looking at the yellow smiling face on the screen, Murphy asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

Lecter pushed the screen in front of Murphy and explained solemnly: "This is the first generation of exercise equipment I developed, it is mainly to exercise people's logical judgment, which is very suitable for people like you." ”

"Are you saying I don't have the ability to make logical judgment?"

"Don't worry about that kind of detail."

"Come, tap your finger on these white squares on the screen."

"Yes, that's it, every time you click on a white square, the square will turn over, if you turn to a number, the number is a few mines, it means that there are several mines in the nine-square grid centered on this number, if you hit the mine, it will fail. All you need to do is tap all the non-mine blocks to be successful. Simple, right. ”

"What is a landmine?" Murphy asked, looking at the painful faces on the screen that had turned red.

"This classmate, I'm just saying that I want to be your plug-in, not to be your 100,000 why, understanding, understanding, do you understand?" Lecter clicks on the red face, and a new round of Minesweeper begins.

"What is ......?"

"Shut up, Minesweeper."

"When can you complete a minesweep in five minutes, talk to me again."