He could see his own face from the spring, his face a little immature, his soft black hair against his neck—the ones he had deliberately cultivated after the college entrance examination, the gently curved almond eyes, everything so familiar—this was what he had when he had three months to turn twenty.

Except for the eyes, which are no longer pure black, but a deep purple that is close to grape, but it is difficult to notice this subtle difference without looking closely. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he was still himself.

But he ignored one question: Is he really the current person at the age of nineteen?

Day 1:

Inexplicably traveled to another world, inexplicably became a pilgrim, inexplicably accepted the blessing of the sun god, and inexplicably became a recruit egg.

Day 2:

I didn't expect to go to school after crossing over.

The little brother who was in charge of testing the newcomer's path and the current sequence became our occult teacher, but on the first day, he didn't teach specific content, but was grouped according to the path he belonged to, and it was said that because each path could master the occult knowledge to a different degree, it was more efficient to teach separately. I was separated from a soothsayer, a generalist, and a young lady from the same path, the young lady named Leia had beautiful blonde hair, but her face was a little haggard as if she had stayed up all night. According to her, it was because she had been awakened almost every night since she was promoted to wizard, and although the whispering had disappeared recently, she still reflexively woke up in the early hours of the morning and stared at the top of the tent in a daze.

The young lady is so miserable, and the guy who whispers is so lacking in morality.

Then, not only do we have to sit on the floor and listen to the teacher's lectures, but we also have to do a decent physical training.

In fact, the people who were able to reach this camp were not idle, there was a vast wasteland outside the camp, and then there was a gloomy deciduous forest outside, in which demons and eight-legged demon wolves roamed, which meant that everyone had basic self-protection ability.

"But that doesn't mean you're a good fighter." This is what Iason, who is the adjutant of the Medici, the Sage who is on the same path as Him, and the instructor who trains us.

He said that we are going to face the most vicious demons and the demon wolves who are in cahoots with them, and that in order to drive the demons into the abyss and return the vast land to the vast number of human compatriots, war is inevitable, and war is the art of gathering, so each of us must be tempered into each other's sword and shield.

After this day's mental preparation, I can have a hunch that the days ahead will be very hard.

Day 3:

My legs hurt, my back hurts, and I was sure of one thing: my path was really good for memorization, whether it was ritual steps or language.

Day 8:

Medici watched our military training come. How to say, He is really that kind, very special kind, although I know that there is nothing wrong with His actions themselves, but I still want to say that He is not an angel at all, he is a demon! Demon!

Day 15:

Some of the people in the camp are on behalf of their own secret organization to show goodwill to the sun god, they are also happy to talk about the theoretical basis of their own school when they are free, and there is also the meaning of secret competition, quite a bit of "a hundred schools of thought" feeling, but the theoretical system is more complete or Mr. Hermes's school of mind, and the old man is also quite accomplished in transcendent language······ I'm kind of tempted to join the School of Mind.

Day 23:

Combat drills in different environments began.

Originally, the name of Hunter's Path Sequence 2 was the Weather Warlock, and as the name suggests, it was capable of changing the weather on a large scale, including creating a torrential rain that washed out a slippery and sticky mud pool. Today's training required teams to complete team missions in this kind of place (our group was tasked with hunting a mudskipper-looking creature in a mud pit), no matter how much fall or water got into the shoes...... No, according to Iason, we should think more about how we can use our extraordinary abilities to offset some of the negative effects than we are about such trivial things, and focus on our cooperation.

In fact, I felt a chill in my back when there was a creature nearby that could suck blood, drag people into the mud and suffocate to death, and slippery like a slug—especially when I felt something sweep over my calves.

And then ······

Then we successfully completed the task.

As for the process, I don't want to mention it.

Day 24:

Forget it, let's mention it a little, at least in terms of the results, I should be thankful to that person.

Then I heard a playful voice ringing in my heart, and the mere words "You're afraid" made me angry.

Right! He only said three words, but I just felt so uncomfortable that I could make up that under-beaten smile even without looking at His face! I'll clean up that eel and show you! He quickly overcame his physical discomfort and calmly pondered what he could do to limit the creature's movement in the dirt, or how to make his own movement more free.

Also: Although the big loach is slimy and disgusting, it tastes so good when grilled, and it would be even better if there was bean paste.

Day 28:

It's good, I've almost learned the elven language, and I can put the learning of the Giant language on the agenda.

Transcendent language learning is encouraged here, and it is said that the power of the spell can be preserved for a long time by carving these symbols into a specific metal to make a charm.

In addition, Mr. Hermes asked me if I would be interested in joining the School of Mind, and although I did have some interest before, it was better to think long-term considering my own peculiarities.

After all, in front of the audience, it is really too difficult to leave some secrets.

Day 30:

Before I knew it, a month had passed, and it was my turn to cook, and there was still no heavy seasoning, and I really wanted to eat Lao Gan Ma.

In addition, I learned that the higher the sequence, the lower the dependence on food, but before becoming an angel, I still have to eat a little bit - in other words, food is just a hobby for angels. But Medici really likes to eat, not only does he like meat, but he also likes to drink, and I think it's good, people who don't like to eat don't have fun.

He praised me for the deliciousness of my cooking.

But Ulorius was the complete opposite of Him, not talking, not drinking or eating...... Forget it, why did He close his eyes when he saw me? Am I unsightly?

1st month and 10 days:

I carried out the first mission and saw the demon wolf, which was a little scary, but if I looked at it more, I would not be afraid, and if I killed it with my own hands, I would be even less afraid.

The wolf's fur is warm.

First month and fifteen days:

The content of Master Hermes's lecture on the sea of the collective subconscious is interesting and reminds me of Dunn's poem "No Man is an Island", but is it really the specialization of the audience to travel in the sea of the collective subconscious and land on the island of someone else's mind? Is there another way to do this, by a bit of a detour?