In that moment, the experience experienced by the young wizard was extremely complex, indescribable, indescribable, indistinguishable—

First of all, he felt pain, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but squat down with his head in his hands, shouting with the momentum that he didn't hesitate to shout, trying to discover the pain in his heart in this way.

The pain was as if someone was priing open his skull and burning the wet brain tissue with a red-hot iron rod; Or use the sharp blade to "grunt" and stir it desperately, as if it were about to be stirred into a pulp,

Mars Percy had never felt such a terrifying emotion: he had become a wailing specimen lying on his bench in the past, with beasts, humans, other intelligent races on the continent, demons......

Percy at that time observed them with an objective and cold attitude; Condescendingly, dissecting them with a sharp knife, experimenting on them with all kinds of magic, and turning a blind eye to their pleas for mercy.

On the one hand, it is the numbness brought about by the blood on the hands over the years; On the other hand, wizards, who are extraordinary, are often born with this sense of indifference.

They consider themselves to be the discoverers and masters of the "operation of the truth of the world", and never take the rest of the race into account.

Now, however, Mars Percy has experienced first-hand the madness and fear of an experimental subject.

In the face of this strong impact, everything he had experienced in the past, whether it was the sorrow and pain of the same kind, or the pleasure and pleasure of the opposite, was insignificant in the face of this shocking emotion.

However, in the midst of this boundless suffering, his spirit seemed to have been split in half by a knife, half of which was rolling and wailing, and the other half was ......

but in ecstasy.

Not ordinary joy, but enough excitement to cheer and dance – where does this joy come from?

He quickly understood why.

Percy saw that countless words had come to his mind, only to be swept away in an instant by the winds of pain; A huge wave of information rolled in and rolled by, and there was not even a chance for him to catch his breath.

The young man couldn't help but want to reach out and grab it, and after several attempts, he found that he only got the residue of one hand; The disparity made his heart finally fall into the abyss of despair......

His pain stems from the nature of the wizards; And this joy also comes from the most original and core emotional drive of wizards-

That is "intellectual curiosity".

The thirst for knowledge and truth has always been firmly imprinted in the heart of every wizard.

What really didn't Mars Percy could accept was that he didn't even get a little bit of gain in the end-

Because, the young man's spirit is too fragile to withstand the huge wave rushing towards his brain.

As a result, after the waves rolled in, there was nothing left in Percy's mind, but the palace of knowledge that had been accumulated so hard was washed away and crumbled, leaving only ruins.

......

The silver-haired witch watched expressionlessly as she crouched down with her head covered, then rolled on the ground and howled, until she passed out completely.

Unlike the painful hell that someone is stretched out in the mental world, this process in the physical world actually takes place in a matter of seconds.

—and then, she stepped forward and walked away from Percy, who was motionless.

Everyone looked at him with horror.

Unlike Mars Percy, who turned on his "psionic vision" and was hit by a huge stream of information, none of them could see what was happening in the lightning, but the wizards were well aware of what was happening in reality:

The chief student of a legendary wizard was knocked down by a blow from his peers in a head-on battle, and he lost consciousness completely before he could cast a spell or even snort.

Even though Scotty Miller was originally the best of the young wizards on the tower, it was an exaggeration that the gap between the two would be so huge.

……

Ignoring their thoughts, Sykodi just walked to her destination on her own.

At this moment, the communication channel between the ladder and the top floor of the magic tower was opened again.

A man in a white robe stepped out of it.

“...... Dear Miss Miller, why are you so angry? ”

As soon as the curator left the door, he saw the young man lying on the ground, unconscious, he checked the other party's body, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Someone like him doesn't deserve your anger."

"I'm not angry."

Silky replied calmly.

"I didn't even get my hands dirty. It's just that he couldn't bear my 'gift', so he fell. ”

“...... I see. ”

"This is a punishment for the ignorant, a price to pay for those who peek into secrets without permission."

In the wizarding world, there is indeed a "face-to-face" technology for direct instillation of information and knowledge transmission between the high-ranking and low-ranking people, but that requires sufficient patience and complex and special rituals, otherwise it will cause serious and irreversible damage to the brain.

It is for this reason that those extraordinary who try to forcibly peek into the secrets of the high-ranking people, without exception, will end up miserable.

Like Mr. Percy, after being confronted with the image of Sykodi in the spirit world, he unconsciously reads it; But he is not capable of solving the mystery, and only touches the surface of the information overlay.

As a result, Percy not only gained nothing, but fell into a coma due to pain; And when he wakes up, there is a high probability that the rank will regress, and even affect the foundation that determines his future growth......

This chance glimpse alone is enough to plunge an extraordinary person into the abyss.

“...... I don't think it's his fault, the average extraordinary, or even a leader who has reached the legendary level, probably wouldn't make a high-ranking wizard reach the point of a nervous breakdown at a glance. ”

Mr. Pavilion Master sighed.

"Except for the mystical realm involving the power of the gods, only you can do it."

- Prophecy.

It is the power to see everything in the eyes and in the palm of the hand.

That's why it's such a rare field: the average human brain simply can't withstand the mental stress of a huge flow of information, and only a very small number of gifted people can do the opposite, not only holding the reins of the information world, but even sharpening their own spirit.

And the best of them is none other than the saint "Sister Shipton", who defected from the Holy See hundreds of years ago.

After she and her family fled to the Land of Sea Mist, this Prophet bloodline of destiny was once contemptuously called "witches" in the Holy Alliance, and it was almost extinct—

Until today.