The world of Argus is a mage-based world, and the mages who use knowledge and magic to pry the world not only represent decisive combat power, but also represent advanced productivity and high-end technology developers.

They are the foundation and core of the civilization of the Argus world, and everyone else is just the slaves and courtiers of the mages.

As for warrior professionals, even if they are epic warriors, they are still just high-level cannon fodder in the eyes of the master.

Of course, little Mark didn't understand this, firstly, even the status of a warrior professional was still above that of ordinary civilians, and secondly, he had little choice.

Regardless of qualifications and resources, the most basic thing to become a Dharma Master is to have a meditation method, and the most basic thing to become a warrior is to have a breathing method.

As soon as it was dark, Old Mark had already gotten up to go to work in the factory, and Little Mark carefully closed the door, and walked into his basement storage room with a pair of scissors boiled in hot water and a ball of washed linen.

Little Mark felt that he must be crazy, and actually chose to believe a "breathing method" given by a stranger who did not know whether it was true or false.

Where is there such a strange precondition for breathing method cultivation, maybe it's just that people want to tease him.

But when little Mark remembered the corpse of his neighbor's brother he saw yesterday, he died of overwork.

The sallow and hungry remains, with a faint smile of relief, brought a huge psychological impact to little Mark.

Little Mark found that he still wanted to gamble once in all, even if the consequence of failure could be death, or something more embarrassing than death, he would go crazy once.

Re-read the familiar notes that could no longer be attributed, and after making sure that there was nothing missing, he put them aside, stuffed the sackcloth into his mouth, raised the scissors in his hand to aim at the target, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and with a burst of 13 level pain (12 levels of pain in childbirth), little Mark fainted smoothly.

The blood continues to spread from Little Mark's lower body, and if the bleeding cannot be stopped in time, what awaits Little Mark will die of excessive blood loss.

But just after Little Mark completed the pre-ritual of a cheat, the notebook emitted a faint cyan light, and then continued to flow out of the notebook like flowing water, flowing into Little Mark's body, transforming Little Mark's body according to the set program.

The blood flow stopped, the wound began to heal, and a large amount of impurities and transformation waste were repelled out, making Little Mark's whole person shrink in a circle, the original thick skeleton suddenly became delicate and exquisite, and the coarse skin pores were contracted tightly.

The flesh, lymph, internal organs, bone marrow, and even the important brain in the body gradually changed in the streamer, and finally as a strange power seed condensed in Little Mark's chest, the streamer overflowing from the notebook was completely exhausted, and it returned to its original ordinary appearance.

"This ..... Where is this? Hey, didn't I just confront the Demon Lord Mombak in the Tower of the Nine Rings? ”

Little Mark woke up from his stupor, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but he was quickly cut off, and his eyes revealed not the look of a precocious child who was a little bold, but the look of a strong man who had been baptized by blood and fire and thoroughly implemented his own will.

"It's like ...... here Isn't it, it's really the underground storage room of my family when I was a child, could it be that I unknowingly fell into the illusion of the enemy? ”

Although he sensed that something was wrong with himself and his surroundings, New Mark remained sane, trying to find questions and answers.

"No, it can't be an illusion. Under the dual protection of my Crimson Crown and the Tower of the Nine Rings, if someone or a demon could unknowingly plunge a Grand Arcanist into such a real illusion under such circumstances, the war would have ended long ago. ”

New Mark shook his head, rejecting the speculation, and just as he got up to explore his surroundings further, the sharp pain in his lower body forced him to sit down on his legs tighter.

A memory suddenly came to him, and New Mark suddenly showed a look of eating an apple and eating half a worm, causing him to look down in disbelief, and then he saw a 010-form thing in the middle of a pool of blood, which made him feel as if his san value was about to go to zero.

"I think I'm wrong, I admit defeat, this TM is definitely a fantasy! Hahahaha, there are no wonders in the world, it seems that there are really people or demons who can make me fall into an illusion under the protection of the True Red Crown and the Nine Rings Tower.

Otherwise, how could I, Mark Bloody Hand, the pioneer of the Blood Mage profession, the inventor of the Philosopher's Stone Cultivation Technique, the Grand Arcanist who set foot in the realm of the gods, and the Sixth Councilor of the Provisional United Front of the Argus World, do such a strange thing, so ..... Mentally retarded things. ”