What is it like to have a high fever and become unconscious?

Hodge had thought that after the coma, he would lose consciousness completely, as if he was in a state of sleep, and time would still pass, but consciousness was no longer governed by time, and it began to be independent of its own rules, during which there might or may not be dreams.

But no matter what kind of person it is, the consciousness itself will be blurred, we can't distinguish the boundaries of the dream, we can't see the composition of the dream, but we naturally feel that it is extraordinarily real, and when the dream is over, we wake up, everything will be quickly forgotten.

However, the situation at this time seemed to be different from what he expected.

He could clearly feel his body slowly rising, and when he was able to open his eyes, he saw that his body was glowing with a faint light, and his entire arm and body were as clear as pure jade.

He looked down, dozens of thin threads detached from his toes, stretching towards the pitch-black bottom, the faint light following the thin threads, and finally he could feel himself connected to something.

Before he could savor this strange feeling, the pitch-black space beneath his feet suddenly brightened, and the thin lines of light illuminated the thing that connected him.

He looked down at his feet, the look of shock in his eyes intensifying.

This is...... I?

At his feet, a huge body lay quietly, with its hands clasped to its chest, its eyes closed, and the giant's face could be seen very clearly from the angle he was.

It turned out to be a face that looked exactly like him.

If the giant at his feet is Hodge, then the ...... who is now floating high in the air And who will it be?

He just had a thought, and a round mirror appeared in front of him, clearly reflecting his current appearance.

It was a young man with slightly haggard eyebrows and eyes, his skin was a little abnormally white because he had been living at home all the year round, and his hair seemed to have not been trimmed for a long time, and it had fallen to the calf.

As for the looks, it's not ugly, but that's all, if measured by charisma, maybe it's only to the point where people are willing to talk, and it can't be compared to Hodge, who has full charisma and almost lost his chastity at the beginning.

But he was no stranger to the face.

The giant under my feet is me.

And it's still me who floats in the air...... Me from another world.

"Long time no see. He smiled and said to himself in the mirror.

He began to try to float down, stepping on the giant's skin, and it was only at this point that he could feel the difference between himself and the giant, for whom he was probably only the size of an epidermal cell.

However, because of this insignificance, he was able to see more subtlely.

Standing high in the air, he saw that his giant body was no different from his usual except for a slight light and a little red skin.

But now he sees a difference.

He saw that every cell of the giant's skin was moving violently, like the waves of the sea, and even made him a little unsteady on his feet.

Then he saw countless small tips drill out of the gaps in the cells, emerge from the head and turn completely around, merge with the other small tips, and then slowly bend down to cover the original epidermal cells and form a new epidermis.

Is this a function of metabolism? But normal skin tissue turnover may not be so weird, right?

Can you look deeper?

As his mind appeared, the already somewhat transparent giant's skin became more transparent, and he could see clearly that the epidermal cells that were hidden under the new skin were rapidly changing shape, and they dispersed into free powder, floating within his body, like star chips scattered in the night sky, forming several galaxies.

Thin tubes made of powder are built up in every part of the body, densely packed.

Was it blood vessels? No, he could see the real blood vessels, far thicker than these tiny tubes, and not so vague.

What does the mysterious structure in one's own body mean under this microscopic vision?

The long-lost light blue floating card has reappeared.

"Change in the physical condition of the investigator"

[Constitution Change: 11 (+1) →12]

"Have met the minimum physical requirements for a beginner wizard"

"Class Change: Wizard Apprentice→ Junior Wizard"

"New: Wizard Skill Bar"

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【Wizard Skills】

Precise Control (Basic) - The degree of effect that can be used to accurately control the ability to be possessed, and no longer has a random effect.

Microwave (low power) – Ability to use lower power microwaves.

[Skill Progression Method: Unknown]

[Can I use general skill points to strengthen it: No]

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Hodge pondered for a moment what was presented on the floating card, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

It turns out that the reason why I can't master the ability of a wizard is just because my physique can't meet the minimum standards?

He really thought that he was the chosen one or something, so he was more special......

Wait a minute.

He suddenly reacted, the place he was in now should be a dream, right?

The floating card and the self under his feet are all fictional?

But why are imaginary dreams so clear?

Just as he had the idea of questioning this, a whirlpool suddenly appeared in his head, constantly churning and spinning, and he was completely unable to maintain his consciousness, and soon fell into a coma again.

In a coma, to be unconscious again?

It was his last thought before his consciousness dissipated.

......

He slowly opened his eyes, his newly awakened senses were slightly dulled, his vision seemed to be covered with a blurred cloth, and he could only see a few blurred patches of color, and there was a crisp clicking sound in his ears.

He struggled to regain control of his limbs, raised his heavy hands and rubbed his eyes, and after a while his vision was normal, and he was now lying in his room, surrounded by candles, and on the wooden chair next to the bed, Daphne was eating freshly peeled fruit as usual, and when she heard the movement, she looked up and saw Hodge blinking and dazed.

"Are you awake?" she asked.

Hodge sat up and tried his best to remember what had happened before he fell unconscious, as if he had just stepped off the high platform and lost consciousness: "How long have I been unconscious?"

"All day. Daphne put down the fruit, stood up and walked to the bed, pulling the curtains open so Hodge could see out the window that it was dusk.

"I've slept long enough. He shook his head helplessly.

Devany looked at him and said, "You don't know how strange you have behaved all day, your whole body has turned purple-red, like burnt metal, but there is no expression of pain, we have tried many ways to cool you down, but in the end it has no effect, we can only wait for you to cool yourself down." The heat you emitted soon filled the room, and they couldn't stand the heat, so I had to take care of you. ”

"Do you have any strange feelings about yourself?"

"I had a dream,......" he stopped as soon as he got up, because at the same time, he remembered clearly the world in his coma, the self floating in the air, the self lying on the ground, the tiny pipes made of powder in his body, and the light blue floating card about his level.

If it's a dream, there's no reason to remember it so clearly, right?

"Dreams?" asked Daphne.

"It's okay, when I didn't say anything. Hodge waved his hand, but was stunned.

Because he noticed that his arm had become different, his gaze fell on it as if it could penetrate the skin, and he saw several dense thin threads running in his arm.

He jerked off the quilt and scooped up his clothes, and sure enough, his entire body had become like his arm, filled with countless strange lines that twisted and turned.

Not only that, but he found that these lines were not only in his body, but also floating in the air, but they looked lighter and not as dense as in his body.

"These lines ...... What is it?" he asked, surprised.

"What?" Daphne wondered.

"These dense threads in my body, you see? What are these things? ”

Devany stepped forward to observe for a while, and said suspiciously, "There are no lines, are you burnt?"

Are these lines only visible to oneself?

He looked up at Daphne, his pupils constricting rapidly.

Devonne's body was not covered with dense threads like her own, only in her abdomen, where she had shown herself the witch's energy body, the uterus that had turned into red crystals, where the finer lines converged into a huge mass of threads, swirling around her abdomen.

Wait, in that case......

Could it be that these threads are the real energy of the wizard?

So why did Daphne and her sisters only have the vital flow of their abdomen to store these threads, while they had threads all over their bodies?

"What do you see? Describe it to me. "Daphne seems to be interested.

"Hmm......" Hodge observed his body again, and found that the threads gathered in his body did not always remain in his body, but some of them drifted along his skin to the outside world, and these lines were different from the faint lines that already existed in the air, and every time they drifted to one place, the faint lines in that place would naturally retreat, refusing to accept the threads that branched out of his body.

Eventually, the scattered threads arrived in front of Daphne, and with the red-haired witch's breath, they were inhaled from her mouth and nose, and down her throat into the witch's body, and finally converged to the location of the red crystal in her abdomen, merging with the many thin threads.

"I saw something indescribable, detached from my body. ”

"Then these things come to you, and your body absorbs these things into your body, and then they keep moving around your body......"

"Eventually they come to your belly, stop where your life flows, and merge in. ”

At this time, Hodge was so engrossed in trying to describe the existence of these strange threads that he didn't notice that Daphne's face was getting more and more gloomy and ugly, and when he finished the third sentence, he got up and didn't even look back, walked straight to the door of the room, opened the door, and went out and closed the door heavily, and seemed to snort as he left?

Hodge was awakened by the sound of the door closing, looked at Daphne who had already left, and recalled his own verbal description just now, and his face became equally ugly.

This factual description of yourself...... Something seems wrong?