"No, don't ......"

Dio screamed and jumped to his feet.

Quiescence.

There was no squeak of flames scorching wood, no panicked shouts, nothing......

Open your eyes.

Overhead, there is a snow-white ceiling with a huge pattern of intricate lines, which is somewhat familiar.

Lowering his head, Dior was stunned for a moment, he was in a concave semicircular lecture hall, on the podium at the center of the circle, the middle-aged man was staring at him, anger was accumulating in his body with a visible effect, the chest like a bellows rose and fell so that everyone who saw it was worried about whether it would burst open, and his nostrils were also stretched even more under the effect of this powerful breathing force, which made Dior immediately think of a bull provoked by a red cloth.

Subconsciously avoiding the angry gaze of the middle-aged man, Dior looked around and saw that there were many students around him, all sitting behind his desk. At this time, they also looked at Dior, and Dior could clearly feel the consternation, sympathy, and ridicule contained in those gazes.

For students with little social experience, this kind of onlooker gaze may be a great shame, but for Dior, who has met too many similar experiences, it is nothing at all. What he wanted to figure out was where was this, what was going on, why was he here?

"Dio Garros, get out!"

The middle-aged man's roar interrupted Dio's thoughts, but Dio was still in a state of confusion, refocusing his blank gaze on the middle-aged man, but he still stood stupidly and did not move.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was about to erupt into another round of more anger, Dior suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled, and his eyes followed it, it turned out that a thin student sitting next to him was pulling the corners of his clothes, and said softly: "Dior, don't be scared, get out of the classroom first, or Teacher Lance will be mad again, you will be in trouble!"

"Oh. ”

Dio nodded subconsciously, his body made a movement to leave his seat as if it was a natural reaction, and then walked out of the classroom along the aisle, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the corridor outside the classroom.

Because it was class time, there was no one else in the hallway, and it seemed very empty.

On the opposite side of the hallway is a row of transparent glass windows, and the bright and dazzling sunlight shines in from outside, leaving patches of light of different shapes on the terrazzo floor. Dior subconsciously walked to the window, the sunlight climbed up his face, and a warm touch soaked into his brain center along the skin of his face.

His somewhat dazed eyes suddenly cleared up a lot, and he raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight that came into his eyes.

On the transparent glass, the somewhat vague thin face of a young man was reflected, which was both strange and familiar to Dior.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the image on the glass, and suddenly found that something was wrong, when did his hands become so white? You must know that his profession is archaeology, and he has been working in the field most of the time, and his originally fair skin has long since turned a healthy wheat color.

Don't......

He looked out the window and saw a lush grove of trees, and several banners were displayed at the outermost part of the side facing the teaching building, the outermost and most conspicuous of which read "All the people of Pale Saint Deer Senior College thank alumni Baron Baker for their generosity."

Pale Sacred Deer Senior Academy...... That's where he spent his entire middle school career.

The gears in Dior's mind were flipped for a moment, and distant scenes flashed in his mind, precious memories of his youth.

"What is this? I'm reborn, or is it just a dream?" he felt a little confused in his mind, the death of which was still vivid in his mind, but the peace and serenity of school life the next, a qiē that combined with an indescribable sense of unreality.

Maybe it's because his eyes are getting used to the sunlight, or maybe it's because the angle of the light has changed, so that he can see his image on the window pane more clearly.

What is shown on the glass is an ordinary flat-headed boy, with black hair and black eyes, a somewhat slender figure, wearing a slim school uniform with white lines on a black background, and his overall temperament seems to be weak, only his eyes are clear, which adds some luster to him, but overall he is just an ordinary person who can't be found when thrown into the crowd.

Dior looked at himself in silence, so young, so young, so young, and countless memories kept circulating in his mind for a while.

After some time, a ringing bell brought his thoughts back.

Classes are over.

Dior turned around and faced the door of the classroom he was in before, and after a few seconds, the door was pushed open, and Mr. Reims, with a stern expression, walked out, and saw the lonely Dior in the corridor at a glance, frowning slightly, but without saying anything, he walked past Dior with an accurate and stereotyped pace like a clockhand, and quickly disappeared behind the corner in front of the hallway.

In Dior's memory, because the two don't have much intersection, they just roughly remember that Mr. Lance is a very rigid person, and he is a one-sided person who does things for others, but his character is well-known for his integrity, and his reputation in the school is very good. This is also good, this kind of teacher will not hold a grudge against Dio for interrupting his class today, in his opinion, Dio made a mistake, and his expulsion from the classroom on the spot is already a punishment, and this matter is revealed.

Not long after Mr. Lance left, the classroom was bustling with students. When they walked out of the classroom and saw Dior, most of them looked funny, but no one took the initiative to talk to him, and it was obvious that they were not very close to him.

This situation brought back a lot of memories of his middle school days.

I remember that his academic performance was mediocre, his sports were average, and his personality was quite withdrawn and weird, belonging to the kind of person who can't even remember his name at future class reunions, and he can't rely on the mainstream circle in the work at all, and the classmates who have a good relationship with him can be counted with a slap.

It was only at the beginning of the next class that he came to his senses, and he sat in a corner of the classroom, listening to the teacher on the stage, while he began to sort out the information he had now.

"First of all, I can be sure that I went back to my freshman year of high school, at the age of sixteen. Dio looked through his student ID card from his jacket pocket, which contained his enrollment information.

“...... And the day of the accident happened to be my twenty-fifth birthday, so I still have about nine years to go......"

Originally, Dior was just an ordinary student, and he completed all stages of study, graduation, and employment according to the life trajectory of a very ordinary person.

In terms of family, his father is the youth director of a football club in the city, and his mother is the head of the medical team of the same club, and the family income is above the standard. In addition, he has a sister who is one year younger than him, but compared to his mediocre brother, his sister Lilia is completely the other extreme, it can be said that she has been the focus of attention since she was a child, with dazzling appearance, top-notch grades, all-round sports, and was directly recruited by Interpol after graduation, and then he was repeatedly awarded meritorious service and rose all the way, and became one of the captains of the special task force under Interpol in his early twenties, which can be described as a natural winner in life.

Compared with this sister who is so good that he can't even have low self-esteem, Dior is just an ordinary person who is extremely ordinary, and occasionally has a little fantasy, and his subsequent life trajectory is exactly like this, if there is no accident, his future life will go by without waves, and when he is old, he will find a museum or antiquities to spend the rest of his life in a casual job.

But on his twenty-fifth birthday, when he hurriedly bid farewell to his archaeological team and rushed to his home to celebrate his birthday with his family, he was greeted by dead bodies all over the ground, including his parents, and an unprepared attack.

Thinking back to that terrible night, although it was only a short moment from the time he entered the house to the time he was killed, this memory was so clear that he could even recall every detail. I remember that the attacker was a man in a wide black robe, with a matte metal mask on his face peeking out of the hood, and he couldn't even distinguish the gender, but he was still able to get a lot of information from it, such as the style of the black robe was very similar to the official religious uniforms worn by some religious believers he had seen, the position behind the black robe had a huge scale, and several corpses lying on the ground in the same dress as the attackers, it seemed that these attackers should belong to a certain sect or secret organization.

At that time, not only Dior was attacked in the house, in the inner room, his sister Lilia was also engaged in a fierce confrontation with several black-robed people, and he also vaguely heard the black-robed man say words such as what price and revenge, combined with Lilia's profession, Dior guessed that the source of this qiē was likely to be related to Lilia, or it was Lilia and the Interpol organization behind it that had a conflict with the organization to which these black-robed people belonged, and the black-robed people targeted revenge on Lilia's family。

Wait a minute......

Dio suddenly thought of a suspicious point, you must know that due to the particularity of his archaeological work, he began to carry out targeted physical training very early, plus at the age of twenty-five, his physical fitness is in the most golden period of men, not to mention, it is absolutely no problem for a person to fight four or five young adults, but in this way, he was killed by the black-robed man without any power to fight back, just like an adult beating a child, it is estimated that even if he was carrying a gun at that time, it was useless. But on the other hand, Lilia was able to deal with the attacks of multiple black-robed people by herself, and the corpses on the ground at that time were all on the side of the black-robed people except for her elderly parents, which means that she had no helpers at all.

In addition, I don't know if it was an illusion before death, Dio felt that at that time he seemed to see the strange scene caused by the fight between Lilia and the black-robed man, as if some kind of energy fluctuation materialized in the air, it was like a legendary story, if this was true, then the estimation of Lilia and the black-robed man might be much higher.

Dio knew that Lilia had been very powerful since she was a child, and had always been an elite member of the Ancient Martial Arts Society in the academy, and he had always been the one to be suppressed when the two of them clashed, without any accidents. But these are powerful, but they are still within the scope of Dio's understanding, and the strength that can be shown from this battle, Lilia has completely exceeded the scope of his imagination.

At this time, the teacher's lecture content has been completely ignored by Dior, and he is wholeheartedly analyzing the doubts and clues in his heart, fortunately, his seat is an inconspicuous corner, and he himself is not the kind of student who attracts attention, so no one bothered him for a while.

"Obviously, Lilia is by no means an ordinary person, so has she always been so good? No, no way, remember one year...... Let me think about it, is this year, is it autumn or winter? Anyway, a few months later, I had a big argument with her, and I did it, and at that time she just had a certain physical foundation, and then we started to communicate very little, and she should have just entered high school at that time, so it must have happened after that that made her so powerful. By the way, I once heard my father say that when she was about to graduate from high school and choose college, Lilia once received a notice of admission to the police detective academy directly under Interpol, but she later refused and chose to go to Bernstein University, so to speak, Interpol noticed her at that time, but to be noticed by such a large organization, obviously something has happened before, and all these clues are connected, so if something happens and causes her to change, it should be in the three years of high school, this possibility is more than 80%. ......”

For relatives living under the same roof, although his relationship with Lilia is not very good since he was sensible, he still inadvertently pays attention to each other, so when he began to recall, he suddenly found that he was able to find out a lot of clear memories about each other.

"Since Lilia has this ability, it is clear that her usual job is not to hunt down some ordinary cross-border fugitives, as she said, or not only, she is on the other side of the world that we ordinary people can't see. In the past, I heard the predecessors of the archaeological team boast after getting drunk that there are some very mysterious organizations in this world, with unimaginable abilities, some of which are even longer than the history of the country, they have never been in contact with ordinary people, they have their own unique world, and those who do our business will occasionally have contact with that kind of organization, but don't offend them, otherwise even the government will not be able to protect us. At that time, I was skeptical, but now it seems that what the senior said is probably true, otherwise where would I suddenly encounter so many masters who can make myself who have been specially trained without the ability to resist? You must know that you have not fought with others in the wild, and even fought with tomb robbers, but you have never seen such a strong hand as the black-robed man, not one or two. ”

After sorting out his thoughts, Dior suddenly found that his original worldview was actually just a mirage, and in fact, the true face of the world was just a crack open to him.

"But there's nothing too surprising about it, even something so incredible happened to me, so what's so unacceptable about such a reality?"

Dior clenched his right hand, feeling that he had never felt so truly the vitality of youth that came from under his skin.

"If I want to avoid that scene in nine years, then I have to do something, but what can I do as an ordinary person? If I want to be an iron rod that moves the world, then I have to have the corresponding ability, this ...... Can I do it?"

Dio muttered to himself, a little skeptical and apprehensive in his tone, but a faint excitement in a deeper place.

"But isn't that what I want? The original world was so boring, wouldn't it be nice to be more colorful now? And is there a way out for me? Pretending not to know anything, watching my parents being killed, my family being destroyed, and hiding like a mouse in a dark corner and living in fear all day long, is it that I finally made such a choice when I come back here?"

Dio laughed softly, no need to answer, he already had the answer, unwavering. Although his past life was ordinary, his heart has always been looking forward to a change, a transcendence, which stems from the restlessness engraved in his bones, otherwise he would not have chosen to do the work of archaeology with uncertain risks.

At the moment when he made his decision, suddenly, his eyes went dark, and then he saw a stone slab. Before he could react, the slate was instantly surrounded by golden flames, and then the stone layer was burned by the flames, revealing the appearance of a book, and almost at the same time, countless streams of information rushed into his brain like a flood.

It was only in an instant that he understood the real reason why he was born again.

At the moment of his death, he also carried with him a stone tablet that had just been recovered from a newly discovered ruin. Compared with the delicate ancient relics and valuable utensils in the ruins, this inconspicuous slate engraved with some strange symbols is not very valuable, according to the rules of his archaeological team, each member can choose a worthless item as a souvenir, Dior thought that this palm-sized slate was very pleasing to the eye, so he chose it, not expecting that it would eventually lead to his rebirth and point him to a new path.

"When you have reverence, civilization begins. ”

Dior's vision changed suddenly, and then he saw a group of primitive people who were so dense that they could not see the edge of the sun were prostrating themselves in front of a magnificent pyramid-shaped building, and at the platform at the top of the pyramid, a primitive man dressed in ornate animal skin clothes like a sacrifice was dancing wildly around a huge bonfire, and above the bonfire floated a golden book made of unknown material. With the sacrifice every move, the air between him and the book distorted, emitting a hint of golden-red light towards the surroundings, as if the entire platform was on fire.

The Book of Beginnings, this is the true name of this book that has been buried for thousands of years.

All the scenes dissipated, and Dior saw the classroom again. Only then did he slowly breathe a long sigh of relief, the illusion brought by the Book of Initiation just now made him feel as if the blood in his body was burning, and even he suspected that if it took a little longer, the whole person would be burned to charcoal.

The purely spiritual influence alone is so great, if you really cultivate, what level will you reach in the end?

He is very much looking forward to this.

"Monsieur Dior, please stand up, can you explain what you are doing there alone?"