There is a world where the rulers are fragile beings with little individual power, and through a strange energy, these creatures harness a large number of seemingly simple instruments and achieve many things that would not have been possible with their bodies, such as, for example, to become the most powerful species in the world, and to kill the rest of the species. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

These appliances are easy to use, but not so principled. It seems that the vast majority of these creatures in this world can't understand why these devices work the way they do, but they rarely get too curious about it.

It seems that the creature is naturally adapted to the existence of these devices, and even newly-born hatchlings have taken most of them for granted by the time they grow old enough to think and make memories.

"He", too. Like all other members of the same kind in this world, it grows from a juvenile, undergoes an incomplete metamorphosis, and finally matures completely, in the process, as a member of the most powerful race in the world, there are hardly any waves. From the perspective of survival, "his" life was too smooth, and there was never any misfortune.

However, "he" is not satisfied with this, on the contrary, "he" often laments the injustice of the world, as if the world has some malice towards him. In addition, when he did not encounter what he considered "unfortunate", he would often express "boredom", thinking that the world was too monotonous and boring.

"He" did not exhaust all the knowledge and truth of this world, and he did not even grasp a millionth of the knowledge obtained by his clan's exploration of the world, but he, who did not know even the most superficial skin, thought that the world was too rigid and rigid, and that "everything can be explained" was too boring.

Twenty-one years, this is the time he has existed in that world, and the time when he has switched back and forth between the two states of "pain" and "boredom", and only between these two states.

Then, "he" opened his eyes, and instead of the familiar luminous transparent utensils and the smooth, shiny white stones, he was greeted by rough, rugged, apparently naturally occurring rock faces.

"He" rolled his body, feeling an unusual tingling. Only then did he realize that there was no longer a soft bed, but thin weeds, and beside his face, there was a piece of flesh that he had never seen before, a piece of flesh remaining, and a bone that was bleeding......

............

Brunei opened his eyes and thought back carefully about the dream just now, feeling that the long experience at the beginning was more surprising and frightening than what he had seen and heard at the end, but the fear that woke him up at the last moment was still deep in his heart. Brunei felt that the feeling did not belong to him, but he was not sure.

[What's wrong??Got a nightmare?Say it to me, make me happy?]

The system is as effortless and caustic as ever, and Brunei has long been accustomed to it. He ignored the system's questions and began to wash himself, make his bed, and arrange his clothes in silence, just like in the past.

[Hehe, in fact, I know if you don't say it. Dreaming of a strange man's story, right?]

The system is always impatient, and although he is keen to sell off the guanzi, as long as Brunei doesn't care about the suspense he left, the system will say what he really wants to say. Although it was only a few days, Brunei felt that he had figured out the temperament of the system, and now he would no longer be carried around by the system's chatter as he did at the beginning.

To Brunei's surprise, what the system said was not the same nonsense as ever.

[Your dream is proof that your heart has begun to truly accept me. 】

[This means that you have no way to drive me away from you with a single thought.] 】

Brunei's mood, which had been calm since he got up, finally changed, and he blurted out an exclamation: "What!"

Of course, I didn't say how you would know? It turns out that two days ago, as long as you moved your thoughts, I couldn't stick to you like this, let alone break into your spiritual world and communicate with you spiritually. What shocking news! Oh my God!]

Brunei's face changed, and he didn't react to the system's malicious mocking tone: "Why didn't you tell me?!"

The system answered his question very calmly, leisurely, and sarcastically.

Why should I tell you? How can I tell you? If I had said it, wouldn't you have kept trying to make your magic emblem after dealing with that examining mage? 】

"You!" Brunei was startled and blurted out in an angry voice, but because of his excessive anger, he could only say this one word for a long time.

[Hehehe~] The system let out a string of silver bell-like laughter very happily.

[Do you know what it means to "suffer a loss is a blessing"? This time you should buy a lesson. At this point, you're really in a situation where you have to rely on me, how about getting your skills up to you?]

"System, you-" Bruneith roared angrily, interrupted by a light knock on the door.

No matter how angry Brunei is with the system right now, his mind is still largely clear. Once the affairs of the system are exposed to others, he will not only usher in the simple consequences of losing his mage qualifications and being poked in the back by everyone, the empire regards the recognition of mage qualifications as the foundation of the country, and attaches great importance to it, once his cheating is exposed, the consequences are unimaginable.

Therefore, it took Brunei to suppress his anger in just three seconds, barely squeezed out a smile, quickly sorted out his clothes, came to the door, took a deep breath, and after bowing to the system in consciousness, opened the door.

“...... Bruneith, what's wrong with you?" Standing at the door was Sal Xavier, a genius boy who had already made and worn a shaped magic emblem at the age of thirteen, and Brunei still remembered how this kid followed his ass with a runny nose every day and called him "brother", but in recent years, he has been calling him by his first name, and there has been a lot less contact.

Brunei was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced to the side, and squeezed out a smile: "What's wrong?"

Thrall frowned, "I just heard you shouting—I didn't hear you clearly." Do you have anyone in your house?"

"No!" Brunei denied, and then realized his gaffe under Sal's suspicious eyes, and his brain spun rapidly in the field of making up lies that he was not very good at, and finally decided to snort, "Ah, you hear me shouting? Actually, I was singing." I've been trying to practice singing lately -- unfortunately, you hear that. After saying that, he shrugged helplessly.

Sal looked at Bruneith with a more and more strange look: "Are you here, explain it to me? Not to mention how lame your reason is, why are you explaining these things to me? If it were a normal day, you would say generously, 'What's the matter with you?'

Brunei swallowed, opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, hesitated for three seconds before a word flashed through his mind. But before he could say the unreliable word, Sal interrupted him.

"Hmph, forget it. I don't care how you are. I'm here just to tell you that Miss Su just told me that you two have recently become mage apprentices, and we will go to Gars City together in two days' time. Register your identity and play for two days by the way. ”

Staring at the back of Sal, who turned to leave without even saying a word of goodbye, Brunei smacked his lips, shook his head and sighed: "This kid, the older he gets, the more unlikable his temper becomes." Two days ago, they came to taunt me in the middle of the night. ”

[Oh, he mocked you in the first chapter? That's right! This kid is a genius boy who looks down on people, right? Then let's hurry up and use force to tell him what he's doing wrong! You don't hit the face that comes to the door, are you still worthy of being the invincible protagonist chosen by the system?

"He's my brother!" Brunei's face darkened again after closing the door, and he whispered, "And don't change the subject!