147th year of the royal calendar, March 11.

Alexei took the pen and scurried on the paper, writing: The first day of the experiment. The tip of his pen paused slightly, tilted his head, and a few strands of messy hair that he didn't have time to take care of were attached to his forehead, he felt that something was wrong, looking at the words he had written before, his face suddenly cleared, and then the date was written with a rain word.

"Subject is fifty-two years old, male, slightly obese, healthy at the time of his death, and has no known illness. Died of a torn throat, uncontaminated by magic, in accordance with the requirements of the experiment, everything is ready, the experimental plan is codenamed 'Moore', and the first test is now begins. ”

"Rest in peace. Alexei put down his pen and paper and put on silk gloves instead. He stood two steps away from the corpse, looked at the man lying flat on the experimental table, silently recited a prayer in his mouth, and waited for a moment of silence, Alexei did not know if it was useful, but he was indeed blasphemous, if it succeeded, if it failed, then may the souls of all those who died in vain not suffer in the mortal world.

The young mage wielded the short sword, the obsidian blade reflecting a faint light in the light of the magic that rose on all sides, reflecting the mage's calm face.

Cut the scalp and go down the eye socket, around the bridge of the nose and at the back of the neck. Seeing the dark blood dripping under his blade, like two bloody tears shed by the dead, the mage's expression remained unchanged. He then skillfully peeled off the skin of the upper half of his face along with the scalp, took out the mercury, and carved the sigil on the deceased's completely bare forehead, and then, he saw a cloud of gray matter eagerly gushing out with the small mantra chanted from the mage's mouth, and the rune he had carved earlier was also boiling at this moment, and the flowing, silver mantra condensed into a face, a face exactly like the man on the stage!

"Uhhh

The corpse, which should have been dead a long time ago, suddenly opened its mouth, and while exhaling the foul rotting gas, you could hear a terrifying and tragic cry.

Alexey's hands were steady, but sweat was already visible on his face, his hair sticking to his ears and temples, and the tip of his nose smelled of stinking blood.

"It's not close. ”

Alexey's palm was kept in the air about two fingers long from the rune, as if he was suppressing something, there was an invisible huge force trying to break through his barrier, but the mage who had been planning for this for nearly half a year had already prepared, he carefully observed the flow of mercury in the constant boiling, the silver face of the experimental subject was rampaging under his palm, but he couldn't escape from this small palm place, today, maybe he could succeed once.

Although it is not wise to wrestle with the souls of the dead with unlimited physical strength, it is not false that the souls without a body will not be tired, but there is only a limit to the mercury that can carry them in this life. One set after another, ring after ring, the hot wind blew from the cage of the trapped beast, puffing up Alexey's robe, and behind him, several books that were often used for reference were blown up one by one, and the pages turned quickly, until the hot wind gradually stopped, the mercury dried up, and the pages were closed, and the title of the book on the cover was revealed—"On the Existence and Inquiry of the Soul"

Watching the lightning bolts of the elements leap at your fingertips is wonderful, but it's clearly more fascinating than stealing the priesthood, holding the divine power, and resurrecting the dead.

"I don't know how to describe how I'm feeling at the moment. ”

Alexei at first ignored the dirty blood on his gloves, he covered his face uncontrollably, his shoulders jerked violently, and an extremely suppressed low roar came out of his throat.

Then...... It was a burst of laughter that resounded throughout the lab.

"I succeeded. See? I succeeded. ”

As several glass tubes of reagent were shattered by an agitated Alexey, his laughter leaked from between his fingers. And the source of all this was the corpse in front of him with its eyes rolling, the corpse with its throat still turning outward, its pupils dilated, and the whites of its eyes covered with bloodshots.

There is no beauty at all, but for Alexei at this time, there may be nothing more beautiful in this world.

"I've got to write it down. Yes, I have to ..... Record my experience...... Perhaps, I will be crowned the chief of next year's Uncore Master Conference. ”

The fingers holding the pen trembled slightly, and the shaking tail of the pen reflected the excited heart of the owner.

As if he didn't know where to start, the mage's laughter gradually stopped, and the tip of his pen stayed for a long time, in a trance, scribbling haphazardly on the paper, which seemed to be graffiti-like lines, and only he knew what he had written: I am Moore.....

I am Moore!

"Listen to me, baby. ”

Alexei, with an infinite energy in his eyes, shook his face violently, trying to cool his overheated brain, and ten fingers sank deep into his scalp.

Scratching.

"I don't have time to waste. ”

With a snort, the pages full of ghost drawings were neatly crumpled by Alexei and thrown into the trash. The mage who came to his senses calmed his facial muscles for the time being, but the excitement did not pass all at once, and he exhaled slightly: "You come to be my 'Alcharius'." ”

Alcharius, the chief angel under the sign of Death's More.

The corpse would not answer, even if it got up again.

It was not so much a dialogue with it as Alexey's self-talk: "Next, I will have my 'Arliuk', 'Denier Gakan', 'Duwasiri'." ”

"I will have my dwelling, and it will be a great cause built on a rock. And you, Artcharius, you are my first work, you may not be the most perfect, but you must be the first brick and stone in my temple of God. ”

"Listen, my first audience, Artcharius, I'm going to perform the finale of the stage play—to learn whether to walk with your left or right foot, that's a university question. ”

Looking at it again, it can be described as a miracle work. The legend is no longer a legend, but an answer sheet that burns Alexei's heart even if it is cold, and the heat of his hands seems to be about to ignite the paper through the tip of the pen: a successful experiment, and the speculation of the magic world about whether the soul can be used in the flesh is now conclusively confirmed, and I am particularly excited that this cross-generational result has been made by me. I can foresee that this new discovery of soul spells will bring an extremely strong change to the world, no less than a divine descent. Perhaps, in a few months, I will be ashamed of my hubris, but not now!I am confident that the probability of this happening is close to zero, because I believe that the soul spells born in my hands will be like a huge wave, and will give the ones who question me a doomsday shock, smashing everything they have!

Continuing to write a long inner monologue in the handwriting immediately after the results of the first experiment, Alexei realized that he had been suppressed for too long, hiding in an underground laboratory like a mouse every day and dealing with disgusting corpses day and night, and it was not a good experience to scoop up the slippery and foul-smelling stomach with his fingers, whether it was his eyes or nose, whether it was mental or physical, he was doubly tortured.

Except for perverts, no mage is born to be in the same room as a hotbed of plague.

No one understands and cannot be accepted by the world, this is the fate he knew the first time he waved a shovel at an unguarded tombstone in the moonlight, from the genius mage who was in the limelight in the past, to the obscure rat clown today, the process of pursuing the truth is always full of hardships, but the dark clouds will eventually dissipate.

Now, the sun is just around the corner.

In the 147th year of the royal calendar, on March 12, the rain (crossed out) is unknown.

The "Moore" project was carried out very smoothly, the test subject was in good condition, the antiseptic agent was completely applied, the internal organs were slightly degraded, the mouth was opened, and a pungent smell was spit out from the subject's abdomen, colorless, and tested to be non-toxic after collection. After re-experimentation, it was confirmed that the soul spell was only effective for independent subjects, but not for parasites on the subject, and it may be possible to try to use parasites to help the subject's stiff muscles regain function.

Dissipating the spell attached to the pupil, Alexei blinked extremely tiredly, the effect of clarity is indeed strong, but the burden on the naked eye is equally heavy. After only a few minutes, his eyes felt sour and his brain tingled like pins and needles.

As a result, he kept massaging his scalp with his hands, trying to keep trying not to let physical discomfort become one of the factors slowing down his experiments without delaying his time.

A day and a night have passed since the successful resurrection of Artcharius.

Walking past the test bench, Alcharius's abdomen was open, and at the feet of the corpse, at hand, on the test table, were scattered all kinds of knives discarded by Alexei, and next to the knives, clumps of cotton cloth soaked in coagulated blood were discarded casually.

Alcharius's bloodshot eyes still rolled, and he followed Alexei's back and forth, the muscles of his arms thinly sliced apart, covered with labels improvised from cotton. The two plump thighs were not spared, and the bare white bones, the fragments of grease and magic crystals combined into runes one after another, all for the purpose of achieving one goal, which was to set Artcharius free to move.

If the body cannot walk, then resurrection becomes a meaningless thing.

Alcharius had to move, and he had to move fast and well.

Putting down the petri dish in his hand, Alexei closed his eyes rarely, his sense of smell was numb, and there was a double vision in his vision, which was not a good sign, two days and one night, non-stop experiments and the continuous release of enhanced spells greatly exhausted the mage's physical strength and energy.

He had to rest.

No, it's not time to rest.

The mage shook his head, although the overloaded body was constantly protesting against the equally overloaded brain, Alexei was not ready to stop his research, although it would take time to cultivate the parasite, he could use it to do something else, less important.

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