To find a way to counteract this magic, you must first understand how magic works.

It's a zero-to-one process and the biggest obstacle to eradicating the virus, and Adam needs to find an entry point.

At this time, the words of Master Blake appeared in his consciousness: "Anti-mages need to observe despair by torturing humans and souls countless times, so as to complete the promotion of souls......"

"What is despair?" Adam muttered to himself silently, he remembered the feeling that he had no way to enter the earth when he was being hunted down, and he realized something, but it was not enough, the despair was not deep enough, and it was just an emotion generated by the thinking under the situation, which was constantly suppressed and crushed by logical thinking at that time to keep calm, and it was not strong enough for Adam to engrave it in his memory.

Adam looked at the gray waves in all directions, and walked into the waves with telekinetic power to protect his body.

After stepping into the tide and getting up close and personal with the gray, Adam discovers that this magic is not a manifestation of energy, but a concept that he doesn't know how to define yet. Every dot in the gray is a soul, they have no mind, no fixed form, but are constantly distorted, transformed.

The negative emotions they exude constantly form a gray tone, and each dot is constantly trying to expand itself and devour the other.

Adam was like a drop of water dripping into hot oil, instantly arousing the reflection of the entire oil pot, countless souls rushed towards him frantically, the endless breath of despair completely surrounded him, tearing at his telekinetic barrier fiercely, and the distorted faces showed him the pain of his master's life, Adam remembered the abyssal creatures, the disordered creatures with reduced entropy. Ancient magic simulated the entropy reduction system, no wonder this magic could not progress, no wonder they were eliminated by the mainstream, abandoned by the aether, this is simply a system that is not good for the world and the plane.

Adam found it of little use, and although he could see the pain of the 'point', he did not know where it came from and what kind of despair it would cause.

"Observe despair, or experience despair?"

Adam gently stretched out a little sense, trying to touch those 'dots', and the desperate soul gnawed at him frantically, completely irrational.

The soul felt the pain, but Adam didn't care, and the next second he made an astonishing move, dissipating the telekinetic barrier, just maintaining his sanity, and then letting the gray gnaw at his soul.

Adam's soul received a myriad of messages that did not form a complete memory, but were only the deepest and most desperate fragments of these souls before they died.

Homes are destroyed before their eyes.

Parents and children are slaughtered, but there is nothing they can do.

Beloved is insulted and then commits suicide.

A lifetime of effort became a ridiculous joke.

I thought that hope was in front of me, but when I crossed it, I found that nothing had changed.

Endure the most severe torture and endure the unbearable pain of life.

All kinds of despair washed over Adam's soul over and over again, and countless messages raged in Adam's soul, gnawing and devouring, and gradually a monster generated by despair took shape in Adam's soul.

Adam felt that his consciousness was beginning to distort and self-destruct, and at this time the monster was still very weak, and Adam could wear it away with telekinesis, but Adam chose to sit on the sidelines, let it devour despair, and let it parasitize and grow in his soul.

The monster was disembodied, but Adam still felt its monstrous jaws open and roared silently, and then, all the gray waves began to converge towards Adam.

Adam's soul is divided into two, usually the last sanity supported by the telekinetic force, while the other half is the distorted body of the parasitic monster.

It launched its first assault on Adam.

Adam found himself in a ruined city, dressed in clothes that could not hide his body, surrounded by broken walls, filled with gunsmoke, corpses everywhere, many people buried their heads in the shadows, and the faces of those who were paralyzed on the ground at will were numb, and they seemed to have no idea whether they were alive or dead.

Adam walked slowly down the street, his feet crushing the stump of someone he didn't know. Suddenly, Adam sensed a deep malice, and his gaze, hidden behind a wall, radiated a cruel gloom, and he turned his steps towards the wall.

Someone behind the wall was startled, as if he hadn't expected Adam to find him, but hunger fueled his inner madness, and he rushed out from behind the bunker, raising his arm as small as a piece of firewood and lunging at Adam, his mouth wide open not with salivation, but with blood from his chapped skin.

Adam stood still and let the man's fist hit him, but he was so weak that he was actually bounced out by the autonomous defense of Adam's body.

"What are you going to do?" Adam asked softly, then continued to look behind the wall.

The man crawled towards Adam on the ground, and his mouth was full of unspoken words: "Hungry, hungry, eat, eat......" The man bit Adam's foot, his teeth were shattered, blood splattered, he drank his blood greedily, and his withered face was perverted contentment.

Adam didn't attack him, but he couldn't stand up, and Adam silently took a few steps back.

The rest of the people hiding behind the wall stumbled out, frantically pounced on the fresh corpse, biting with their teeth, tearing with their hands, devouring the still alive corpse in all the ways they could.

Adam suddenly felt a little weak, and a wisp of hunger began to take shape in his body.

He didn't pay attention and continued to walk around the city.

He saw hungry parents exchange their children with the rest of the population and then eat the children of others. He saw people collecting stumps from the ground and stuffing them into their mouths haphazardly. He saw that there were still strong men picking up the dry bones on the ground and raising flames, and they worked together to kill the old man and the child to cook, they looked at each other vigilantly, snatched the food from the pot and greedily ate it, and then vented on the women behind them.

He saw soldiers in armor driving away the hungry with knives and guns, shouting and cursing loudly, and he also saw slightly cleaner women being caught and taken away, while the mansion in the center of the city was brightly lit and singing and dancing.

As time went on, Adam grew weaker and hungrier, so he came to a shelter where no one was around, and sat down silently.

Then night fell, and the terrible howl of the demonic beast sounded in all directions outside the city, and with a high rising flame of light exploded, it frantically launched an attack on the city.

The soldiers reappeared, drove everyone out of the city, formed a human wall, and left the beasts to tear them apart.

Then the Master appeared and ascended the city wall in a palanquin carried by eight men, and all those who had not died looked at him with hope, expecting the Master to save them.

The mage made a move, and a blood-colored ball of light was condensed in front of his staff, but the next second they found that the mage's magic had fallen on their bodies, and their flesh and blood exploded, attacking the demonic beast under the effect of magic.

Adam hid in the shadows and saw the scene in its entirety.

For a whole night, the mage relied on the flesh and blood of civilians to repel the attack of the monster.

The next day, just after dawn, the beasts retreated, and the soldiers reappeared, driving the civilians back to town.

Adam was even weaker.

......

The trial would not stop with the death of a few apprentices, the one-month period was set by Dean Victor, and no one in the entire Moldor Tower could be disobeyed except the tower owner, and the two mages took Adam back to the mobile home, tossed it aside, and continued his leisurely life.

They suddenly stared at Adam at the same time, and the fire elemental mage said, "Keno, it seems that the little guy is no longer good. ”

Adam's body began to emit a gray aura outward, which in the mage's eyes was the result of the soul being devoured and then assimilated, and he regretfully reached out his hand to destroy Adam completely.

The mage named Keno did not stop it, and only the living Adam had the ability to bring him benefits, and the dead Adam was worthless.

At the moment when the flames were about to burn Adam's body, changes abruptly appeared, and the transparent and qualitative telekinetic power was activated autonomously, competing for space with the gray aura little by little.

Master Keno waved his hand to block the flames with a torrent of metal and said, "Wait, Ryan, he's still resisting. ”

Master Ryan dispersed the flames and said, "Although it's just the magic of a mouse, it's used by a big rat after all, do you really think the apprentice can resist it?"

Keno had another stronger and more condensed telekinesis on his body, and it gently lifted Adam and placed him in the distance, the breath of negative energy made the mage feel very uncomfortable, and then he said to Master Ryan, "You haven't seen his telekinetic meditation method, have you?"

Due to the accumulation of knowledge and the gap in vision, most of the research results in the apprenticeship stage can only serve as a reference for formal mages, and the practical value is very low.

"Oh?"

"This power is very good, its meaning is not to use it directly, but to control it," he took out a piece of metal and wrapped it with telekinesis, and the metal instantly broke down into small volumes, then became smaller and smaller, and finally broke it down completely, "Look, that's it, this ability has a great effect on my research." ”

Master Ryan looked at Keno with interest, this scene would not be magical if it happened in the laboratory, it could be easily done through experimental instruments, but now Keno has done this with pure mental power.

"Spiritual power is the power that comes from the soul, and the spiritual power of ordinary apprentices is of low quality and cannot resist the curse of despair, but maybe this little guy can. And you know, he's an apprentice at the Academy, and we're the Tower's Contract Mage, and if he can survive and continue to develop his meditation methods, it's good for all Tower Mages. ”

Master Ryan shrugged noncommittally and said, "Then good luck to him." ”