The pale white pillar of light gradually appeared with Song Jing as the central axis, and Song Jing also soared, and white fluorescent particles appeared out of thin air, surging towards Song Jing like moths to fire, but as soon as the particles touched Song Jing, they melted like phantoms.

From the beginning of the inheritance, Song Jing couldn't control himself, he only felt that the strange knowledge in his mind was growing rapidly, but he didn't feel abrupt, as if he remembered something he had forgotten.

The images of various books that keep turning the pages in my mind flashed one after another, the sound of clattering was endless, and the round or star-shaped symbols on the books began to writhe, and after a short flash, they actually broke out of the restrictions on the pages and became three-dimensional like another form of living creatures, constantly interpreting Song Jing in my mind, and then blooming their own brilliance gradually faded, and at the same time, familiar scenes in the style of Ishvar and Amestolius appeared in the background from time to time, demonstrating in the lecture class, arguing with unknown people, Obsessive researchers and so on and other blurred pictures followed.

But even though such dazzling images kept appearing, it did not make Song Jing's mind faint, but his thinking became clearer and more agile, just like knowledge itself unveiled the fog that confuses the world, making people suddenly realize.

"Detect the reincarnation of Song Jing, the body is in a sub-healthy state, is it treated?" The words of the Lord God appeared silently in the minds of those who were intoxicated with knowledge.

"Yes"

"Start healing, deduct 7 bonus points, remaining 6572 bonus points"

At the same time, green fluorescent particles also appeared out of thin air and continued to pour into all parts of Song Jing's body.

A sense of relaxation and comfort arose, stiff muscles soothed, withered skin began to become smooth, even the sound of bones moving could be faintly heard, some dark wounds no longer dull pain, a sense of relief came from all over the body.

The pillar of light gradually dissipated, Song Jing slowly landed beside the bed, opened his eyes, turned around and referred to the white bed, and suddenly found that his vision was much higher.

When I groped my body, I found that all kinds of scars on my body disappeared, my skin was smooth and firm, my body was light and fluttering, and I always had the illusion that I could take off when I jumped up.

As soon as my heart moved, I saw a mirror as wide as a dance studio appear behind Song Jing out of thin air, reflecting Song Jing and everything in the room, which is the basic function of personal space. The reincarnation adjusts the room at will, but all the creation here is limited to common sense, and no super high energy or enhanced creation can appear, and at the same time, all the creation cannot be taken out of personal space, and it disappears out of thin air when it is carried out of the square, as if it is false.

And now the decoration of the personal space was created by Song Jing to remind him of the situation he is in.

Song Jing turned around and looked in the mirror, and found that his face was more detailed, and his temperament felt completely different from before, and the solemn feeling given to people in the steel world before also dissipated with the relaxation of his tired body and the growth of strength.

'Then look at the power of alchemy'

Song Jing lowered his head and looked at his hands clenched into fists, and when he remembered the power displayed by Roy Mastan and other national alchemists he had seen with his own eyes before, a blood surged into his heart.

"This power"

Song Jing began to murmur unconsciously, walked to the end of the bed, and picked up the medical bandage that had been placed before, "Refine!" ”

Nothing happened ...

"Huh? Oh~" Song Jing realized that he had forgotten to draw into a formation, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed in his heart, and at the same time he was vigilant that this was a hidden danger without familiar power.

"Yes"

Song Jing, who was originally going to use the power of personal space to form a concrete formation, changed his mind, "Let's draw it yourself"

Using figurative black chalk, he drew a mouse-sized, rough circle on the ground, including a star-shaped array, on which the medical kit was placed.

Refining the array with spiritual perception, at the same time, there was a strange perspective that began to scan the medical kit, and a blurred image appeared in his mind, but Song Jing had a hunch that it should be clearer, maybe his ability was not enough.

"Destruction refining", subtle lightning lights up when refining.

Bang –

The medical bandage shattered and exploded apart, without any smoke from the explosion, as if it tore itself. Although there is a sound, it is the sound of ordinary people walking, and Song Jing guesses that this is because the refining substance is cloth, and he is just an experiment.

The medical bandage piles the cloth back into the center of the array, mental scanning, "synthetic"

The small smoke and dust dispersed, and the medical bandage returned to its original state.

"It seems that destruction is really easier than creation" Song Jing easily sensed the difference in the consumption of the two, and the cost of destruction refining was lower than that of synthesizing.

"What about steel?"

Song Jing replaced the medical bag with a figurative square steel and placed it on the refining array, and placed his hands on top of the refining array.

At the same time, somewhere the editorial office of the newspaper, the office of the editor-in-chief.

Dressed in a new suit, Monte sat at the editor-in-chief's desk, opposite a man of average stature, aging but well-dressed, looking down at the leave slip on his desk.

"Take a week off? Is it the lunch break, what happened? The editor-in-chief looked up at Monte, hoping to see something from Monte's expression, "Is there anything going on at home?" Are Daisy okay with the baby? ”

"Yes..." Monte has always been conscientious, rarely cheating and cheating, and most importantly, now that he has encountered something unprecedented, he has not thought of any excuse.

"I'm sick," Monte said with a blank face.

"Oh, really?" The editor-in-chief put on his glasses and stared at Monte as if he had rediscovered his life.

"Well, it's serious," Monte echoed.

"Why can't you see anything from your appearance?" The Editor-in-Chief asked, confused, sweeping Monte's more energetic appearance than this morning.

"It's not easy to see, ahem," Monte coughed, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh" The editor-in-chief Tongtong's eyes seemed to think of something, and he suddenly realized.

"Okay, you're allowed to go on vacation," said the editor-in-chief, noticing the occasional glance from the window, and got up to secretly summon Monte.

"Pay attention to your body!" The Editor-in-Chief whispered in Monte's ear.

"En" Monte responded, and the warmth of being cared for welled up in his heart.

"Pay attention to your body, hemorrhoids? Sedentary is possible! The editor-in-chief said empathetically, "By the way, it's better to have a minor surgery."

"Huh?!" Monte looked confused.

"Alas! I know, it's normal. The editor-in-chief's eyes showed a slight sympathy, and he sighed, "Alas, shouldn't it? Didn't you expect that fitness couldn't escape such a fate? ”

"En" Monte could only bite the bullet and respond, feeling that the editor-in-chief had misunderstood something.

"Okay, that's it" The editor-in-chief raised his hand to signal that Monte could go, and then straightened his suit, "Get a minor surgery as soon as possible, it's not an incurable disease"