The morning sun is warm and tranquil, the air is refreshing and comfortable, and the deep green branches and leaves of the willow trees on the roadside hang down heavily, slowly drifting in the gentle breeze of Hexi.

During his morning run, Dior slowed down and turned into a low-speed trot, adjusting his breathing while activating the muscles of his body.

There was a faint aroma in the air, and Dior took a deep breath, which was supposed to be the smell of roasted sweet potatoes. He turned his head to look, and soon saw a small cart selling roasted sweet potatoes not far away, so he went over and bought four large sweet potatoes, all weighing more than three pounds, in the hawker's somewhat surprised eyes, wrapped them in oiled paper packets, and ate them while they were hot as he went.

I have to say that now he is getting more and more hungry, and he really wants to eat a full meal, and it is estimated that there is not enough food in a basin, so in order to avoid scaring his family, he will eat more by the way every time he goes out to exercise, and when he goes home, he can make his meal relatively normal. But even so, his parents were still amazed at the increase in his amount of food, and as for the way his sister looked at him, he almost didn't write a word in those big watery eyes - "rice" and "bucket".

There weren't many people on the streets, but the patrolmen in black uniforms appeared much more often, and of course Dior knew why.

Half a month ago, the fire on the night of All Souls' Day directly burned most of the Elm Street to the ground, and also spread to other neighborhoods, fortunately at this time the city's buildings are no longer the old-fashioned building model of more than 100 years ago, like Elm Street is still a pure wooden house block is not many, replaced by a large number of cement buildings, which makes the fire not further expanded.

Such a large-scale arson case - the city hall and the police headquarters have confirmed this information from many residents who have experienced the scene, and the gangsters who have previously set fire to the fire have gone so far as to attack them with guns and kill several residents on the spot - so that the vast majority of residents in the area were awakened and finally evacuated from the fire in time, so that the casualties were minimized.

Combined with the recent rumors of a possible terrorist attack on Santa Loita, the government took this incident very seriously, believing that it was likely to be a terrorist attack - especially after an unknown small group jumped out to advertise that it was their doing, and the recent patrol in the city has been surprisingly strong, and the entire police system has become nervous under the pressure of all sides, so it is not surprising to see patrols all over the streets.

As for the misunderstanding of the true face of this incident, Dio is happy to see it - Qiē was burned cleanly, and there was no trace of him and Maya, which was already a very good result, and he also understood why Gallio set the fire.

During this time, after careful observation, Dior found that there was nothing unusual happening around him, and it seemed that no one suspected that he had something to do with the All Souls' Day incident, and finally relieved his worries - no matter which side knew that he was involved in the All Souls' Day incident, it was not a good thing.

He found a bench under a tree on the side of the street and sat down, slowly eating roasted sweet potatoes, and couldn't help but think of that night.

That scene was constantly repeated in his mind, making him faintly irritable.

Obviously, he is much better than his original contemporary, but things that didn't happen to him have begun to appear to him, and some things make him feel a little powerless.

Maya the witch, Galio the guardian, and Longue, who are strangely powerful......

"It turns out that there have been so many wonderful things happening around me, I can only say that I was too incompetent in my previous life to realize that it is actually just a line of real world ......"

Dior smiled self-deprecatingly, a little lost, but there was excitement in his eyes.

Crumpled the oil paper left over from eating the roasted sweet potatoes into a ball and threw it into the trash can on the side, he didn't get up and leave immediately, but closed his eyes slightly, which was considered to be a closed eye. The sound of people coming and going in the neighborhood echoed in his ears, mixed with the crisp hooves of the passing carriages and the shrill whistle of the rail trains, and for a moment Dior recalled all his experiences in these days since the crossing.

"Although I have the Book of Beginnings, compared to those powerful forces hidden in unknown places, I can still only be regarded as an immature child now, the road has to be walked step by step, I am still far from being truly powerful......"

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes clear, without a trace of confusion.

"Maya, your world is just one of the mountains I'm going to climb, wait. ”

……

Back at home, his parents went to play with the team again, and he and Lilia were left at home. Lilia was reading a book on the couch at this time, and when she saw him come back, she held the book up and deliberately blocked her face, apparently showing that she didn't want to communicate with him in this way.

This kind of cold war began after the last time Lilia invited Dior to the ball refusal, and it has eased a lot over time, but since four days ago, the situation has taken a turn for the worse in vain, and I don't know what unexpected things have happened.

Dio didn't care about this, just a little curious, because the current Lilia was a little different from the situation in the same time period in his memory, but although it was the same school, but a high school and a junior high school, the interaction between each other was not very well-informed, and he didn't have the time to study the situation, so he continued to go with her.

Dio greeted Lilia, didn't care if she didn't respond, and walked straight back to his bedroom.

Hearing the sound of the door closing in Dior's room, Lilia moved the book down a bit, bared her eyes, and stared at the closed door, gritting her teeth in resentment.

"Damn Dior, it's because of you and I that I had to ask someone from other schools to pretend to be my brother to go to the prom, and it turned out that he thought I was interesting to him, and a few days ago he actually ran to the academy with a bouquet to ask me out, and was bumped into by my classmates......"

remembered that she lost a big face because she was exposed a few days ago, and she still can't hold her head up from her friends, and for a while, Lilia, who was full of anger and grievances and had nowhere to vent, almost bit her silver teeth.

“…… Dior, it's all your fault!"

……

It's a pity that Dio and Lilia haven't figured it out yet, and they don't know anything about their sister's resentment, so they won't be bothered by it.

He locked the door, then sat down at the desk, opened the bottom drawer, and after a while fumbled for a while, he took out a black and red notebook in a pile of miscellaneous items, and when he looked closely, he found that the black and red were not the original color of the notebook, but the color of the blood after drying.

This notebook is the one that Dio picked up at Maya's house, originally thought it belonged to Maya and was going to return it to her, who expected that Maya went too simply, and didn't give him a chance to return it at all, but he brought it back, but it became a way for him to learn some about Maya's world.

Unfortunately, the paper used in this notebook is very ordinary, soaked in the blood for too long, most of the pages are no longer legible, and only a small part of the information can barely be seen.

These days, a large part of Dior's energy is spent trying to recover the information on this notebook, and by now he has been able to recover everything that is possible, but it only takes up a small part of the notebook, and the rest is no longer available.

Dio sorted out the information he had obtained, went to some useless parts, and finally he got some valuable information.

"We are inherently different from ordinary people, for whom we are demons, sorcerers, destroyers, believers in death, but remember, we are just a bunch of people who stand higher and see farther than ordinary people......"

Diomo clutched the hard blood on his notebook, his thoughts drifting to the words, and an unknown world slowly emerged before his eyes.

"In order to better measure the ability gap between our individuals, a long time ago, with the joint efforts of many talented ancestors, we formulated a standard for dividing combat power that continues to this day. It is divided into seven levels, from low to high for FEDCBAS, of which FE is also known as the mortal level, DC Awakening level, BA is the control level, and finally S is also known as the transcendence level.

The mortal level is the judgment level of the ordinary human body, but it is limited to this, even if the body is developed to the limit, as long as it does not touch the essence of the world, then it will never reach the D stage.

And we are born with the level of awakening, which is also the natural difference between us and ordinary people, which is enough to prove that we are the best group of people in all human beings, and we are born to stand above the general public. But don't be complacent because of your talent, before you reach the mastery level, the previous rank only represents how many thresholds you have crossed, at this stage, we are all fragile, a bullet, a knife can kill us......"

That's the end of the information that can be deciphered, there are some weird symbols that are messed up and don't know what they mean, and the rest of the missing information is not known whether it has been soaked in blood or simply not recorded.

Dior flipped through the notebook again, making sure there was nothing more to obtain, before closing it and putting it back in the drawer.

"This should be a very basic introductory content, but it's a pity that too much information hasn't been saved, but having a combat power level can just give me a perfect reference material, so that I know what level my strength is in, so that I have a clear direction of effort, which is enough. ”

Dio stood up and walked to the window.

"EF: The two ranks, if I think correctly, represent the corresponding warrior's rank. I remember that when I practiced martial arts, the master I worshipped told me that martial artists are roughly divided into three levels, the lowest level is the ordinary people who can fight a little, or it can be said that it is a martial arts enthusiast, and the ordinary soldiers who have generally undergone standard training belong to this level, and the strong ones in this layer can deal with two or three street gangsters at the same time; the second layer is professional martial artists, many of them are trained from childhood, and some of them are later started to learn, this kind of people have some talents, plus hard training, they can cope with several opponents to be surrounded by dozens of people, as long as they are not dealt with with firearms, it is fine, I reluctantly squeezed into this level in my previous life; the top is the real master, they use their bodies to the limit, whether it is strength, speed or endurance, there are no obvious shortcomings, and they master some terrible skills, they are the top of all martial artists, and they are also known as martial artists, well, by the way, the tall man I met last time in Mannheim Mountain mistook me for a martial artist.

Remove the bottom part of the worst combat ability, then the second layer of the martial arts corresponds to the F rank, and the fighter corresponds to the E rank, I remember that there are rumors that some fighters have broken through their own limits and mastered some powers that humans cannot have.

I should still be oscillating between F-rank and E-rank now, although I am stronger than I am twenty-five, but in front of those who are truly strong, I am just an ant of ants. Now that I know the strength class, so as not to continue to explore blindly in the future, it is what I should do to concentrate on enhancing my own strength. ”