In the Navarre language, the world is called Tirel.

17 years ago. The reincarnated Murphy was given a second life here, and he was reincarnated as a baby and named Maurice Lorraine.

But he didn't get a complete memory at the beginning.

The baby's flesh had a profound impact on him. At first, he was suckling breast milk and crying like any other child. It wasn't until he started to grow up that some changes quietly happened.

There are constantly flashbacks of the past in dreams.

It's like a puzzle that fills in the missing memories every time I sleep.

But it wasn't pleasant, and he couldn't figure out who he was for a long time. Is he Murris, the nobleman of Navarre, or is he the penniless Murphy of his previous life, and whenever he is convinced that he is one of the two, the memory of the other identity begins to rebel. Let him constantly believe and doubt, destroy and reinvent.

Morris thus left with some after-effects.

A little over a month ago, he decided to leave the royal capital for Aedine.

It didn't mean anything special, he just wanted to travel the world - of course, it could be called running away from home.

As mentioned above, this world is called Tirel - it is said that this is the true name of the creator god.

There are supernatural powers in this world, because wills and miracles are quietly born into mysteries.

Mystery has nothing to do with talent, and it's not powerful. The main body of Fren's warfare is still armor and swords.

The person who controls the mystery is called a spellcaster. They are extremely sparse and unrelated. Some kissed the toes of the gods and put on the garments of priests and bishops. Some stand in obscurity and avoid the catastrophe of the bright and righteous all their lives. Some are in the countryside, doing some boiling frogs and scorpions. Some are on the streets, playing tricks.

And, of course, there are those who watch the stars and guide the future of the kingdom. For example, Morris's teacher, a white-bearded old man with a god stick.

His teacher had told him that the three elements of magic were will, imagination, and miracle. The will is responsible for testing the boundaries of the rules, and when the rules allow, the caster uses "descriptions" to shape the skeleton and "visualizes" to condense flesh. Finally, begging for a miracle to make the mystery come to fruition.

There are gods in this world. Because miracles are traceable.

There are three gods in Tirel, the great god Tirel, who symbolizes heaven and earth, the magical lady who wiels, and Tanatos, who represents death. These three were born long before the world, and their definitions constitute the rules of this world. They sleep above the stars, and they have long since ceased to take over the faith of the earth.

Now it is the earth that has taken over the faith. They are new gods compared to the gods, they are strange and they are revered by believers. They patrol the world and carry the torch.

The three gods are immortal and powerful. They are lonely and long above the stars, far away from the world. But they never answered the prayers of the faithful.

And the earth is strong and mighty, they take over faith and eternal life, and they answer the prayers of believers with miracles over the ages.

"For example, in my hometown of Aulus, there is a wheat god who symbolizes the harvest, and it is in the image of a giant wolf. Although it is rarely seen, farmers always sacrifice it in their honor. The teacher once said.

Tirel is very different from Earth.

In the minds of most people, the many kingdoms of humanity stand atop the continent of Fren, the only remaining continent of Tyrell's fruits. In addition to this, most of it is covered by the vast expanse of the sea.

This is not the truth of the world, but few people know it.

About the history of Tyrrell. It can be divided into two parts. A unified imperial calendar and a disintegrating royal calendar. Four thousand years ago, an empire was established that unified the entire continent, and it collapsed a thousand years later. Then the epic of war that lasted for 3,000 years began. The princes rose together, and the heroes were divided. This is the Calendar of Kings.

Of course, this is not the truth of the world. Tirel's history is much longer.

Morris was thirteen years old when he discovered the truth about Tirel and realized the vastness of the earth.

At that time, he dug through the pile of old papers and unearthed dusty notes and obscure legends. And with this, he scrutinized Tirel's past, but the work was difficult because it was compared to his previous life. The history of this world is treacherous, shrouded in darkness and fog. The wisest sages have difficulty verifying the authenticity of important historical facts, including his teachers.

But he knew at least a little. In Tirel, even if the gods are removed......

"Shhhh ”

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July 6, 3214 in the royal calendar, July 6, 712 in the Navarre calendar.

On the night two days after Morris left the rebels in an escape boat, he finally fell into a situation where he was on the verge of drowning.

It's obvious. A man who was unfamiliar with the sea in his past life and in his present life wanted to return to land in a small boat. If he succeeds, either the world is easy, or Morris is smart enough to learn it at all, or he is lucky.

First of all, the first two options can be ruled out.

As for luck, well, as soon as I crossed over, I crossed into the elite families of this world, and I lived a fairly good life for seventeen years. Looks really good.

But judging from the current situation, he has obviously overdrawn all his future luck.

He's out of luck, and he's an idiot. This fact shocked him a little.

"Seriously, I'm such an idiot!" Morris has transformed into Xianglin's sister-in-law countless times in the past few days and scolded himself. Why did you relent, why did you spare these rebels, why did you run out to sea in a small boat on a whim?

He tasted the consequences.

He knows a little astrology. But it didn't help. If he was on land at the time and he astronologically found that there was rain tonight or tomorrow night, then he could find a place to hide from the rain. Or don't go out.

But not at sea.

He still knows some magic, but it doesn't work. Mystery is fragile and can neither allow him to spread his wings like a bird, nor allow him to teleport.

He was too naïve, he thought everything too simple.

Originally, his plan was to get away from the rebels and call for help from a nearby fishing boat or the kingdom's navy. But he underestimated the vastness of the sea, and the ......

and how slow it was to row with a pair of oars, for he could sail at less than two knots in a headwind! But for two whole days, there was not a single ghost.

This is not the main thing, the main thing is that the weather at sea is unpredictable. When Morris astrographed last night and realized that the storm and waves were coming, he simply didn't have time to find a place to take refuge today.

So, now that the storm has fallen on the sea, the small boat that is not sturdy is crumbling.

Lightning pierced the night like a silver python, thunder rolled like a jade mountain falling, rain poured down, and schools of fish and shrimp fled in panic in the inky deep sea.

In less than ten minutes, Morris had to retract the oars and choose to go with the flow. Because a huge wind and waves can wash it away at any time.

The luggage was already soaked, and magic could hardly be used in this situation. What's more, Morris simply does not have the ability to directly manipulate the wind and waves. He struggled with the tired water that had poured into the boat, and he scooped them out one by one, and the sea and the rain poured in frantically. And when wave after wave of bald waves several meters high overturned his boat, he finally ran out of strength.

He sank gradually......

He's dead.

(End of book)