In the vast intelligent universe like a real starry sky, the blazing and bright endless light is like an ancient celestial snake, freely wandering like a brilliant sun, spreading billions of dazzling divine light that seem to be real and illusory.

Under the illumination of these divine lights, the huge memory entity called 'Mycenel' slowly floating in the void, and the infinite black incantations that floated and wandered outside at all times also disintegrated and dissolved in an instant, dissolving into nothingness.

As a result, this large mass of memory entities immediately expanded rapidly, surging in all directions, like hundreds of millions of tons of heavy mercury slurry that had been unfettered and highly compressed.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

In an instant, in the boundless void of the intelligent universe, an illusory world constructed purely from memories was quickly condensed.

At this time, Mu Cang's wisps of will also slowly manifested in this void.

He looked at the huge memory world in the distance like a real planet, and chuckled:

"Interesting, let me see what you've been through."

With that, he turned into a ray of light across the vast void, and suddenly drilled into the memory planet.

……

Night falls.

Only faint starlight could be seen in the sky.

Layers of dark clouds grinded into boundless thick ink, which was heavily smeared on the thick turbid earth.

Except for the cold howling wind, there was only the occasional wolf howl or two.

At this moment, in a dark and damp village, hundreds of villagers with ragged clothes and fierce expressions are gathering.

Each of them had a torch in their hands, and they gathered around the threshing floor, staring fiercely at the filthy woman in the center of the barn, who was tied to the pile of wooden mounds and stacks.

"Devil who deserves to go to hell, go die!"

In the crowd, a tall, thin man in a fur hat said gloomily.

"My child! My child will be sick, it's all your devil's fault, woo woo woo! ”

A middle-aged woman who was being held by her family cried.

"My two pigs have been waiting for so long, and they all died in one night, you must have done it!"

A stocky man with a rosacea nose had an excited expression and spat flying.

"Damn woman! It's time to go to hell! ”

The crowd held torches and cursed with all their might, "Devil's evil lover! Dirty slut! Die! ”

The villagers shook their torches excitedly and poured out all the foul language they knew on the woman.

And the woman who was covered in bruises and tied to the thick stump only bowed her head slightly and said nothing.

"Alright, alright."

At this time, the village chief standing on the platform next to the wooden pile said solemnly, "I know that everyone has suffered a lot, but don't panic and don't be afraid, God has been watching us!" ”

Seeing that the villagers were gradually quieting down, the village chief patted his fat belly, cleared his throat and said:

"Ahem, villagers, tonight is our prayer day."

He pointed to a tall and thin villager with a gloomy face behind him, and said in a deep voice:

"Old Hank, who was generous, told me that this woman was the devil's lackey, and that she was a banshee."

Speaking of this, the fat village chief squinted his eyes, turned his head up and down to look at the woman's slender body covered by tattered clothes, and said with a smile: "After my identification, well, the identification of her body."

I don't think Old Hank was wrong, she! It's a banshee from hell! ”

After hearing this, the villagers were even more excited and howled one after another: "Kill her!" Kill her! Kill her! ”

The village chief pressed his hand to the crowd, and the villagers immediately quieted down.

Then, lowering his voice, he said slowly:

"What is the reason why you have lived so hard for so many years?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience lowered their heads slightly, their faces were full of grief and indignation, and there were even sobs.

"I'll tell you why?!"

The fat village chief raised his short thick fingers, pointed at the woman with her head lowered, and shouted, "This woman is the one who harmed her!" ”

"Burn her! Burn her! ”

The villagers raised their heads again and roared wildly.

"Well, it's time for trial, let's execute."

The village chief waved his hand, and the two strong men behind him immediately approached the tied woman silently, and the torches slanted down, igniting the wooden pier under her feet.

Crackling~

Crackling~

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

When the villagers gathered around the threshing floor saw this scene, they immediately shouted feverishly and excitedly.

I don't know who started it, and suddenly I sang a sacred song.

So, these dirty, sloppy, crooked-looking villagers joined hands and sang along with happiness on their faces:

"We give thanks to the God of heaven,

It was she who gave the gospel,

The dawn has been sent down to us,

O God, you are the greatest,

Bless your lamb, O God. ”

In the hymn, the woman wrapped in raging fire struggles in pain and suddenly screams in a strange language.

No one could understand what she was saying.

Only a ten-year-old boy hiding in a thatched pile not far away covered his mouth tightly and said nothing.

He understood.

This is his mother saying to him in the language of his homeland:

"Don't make a sound, don't come out, hide until dawn, protect yourself...... Live well! ”

The boy did not disobey his mother's instructions, and hid until dawn, when he carefully emerged from the haystack, and escaped from the village before it was too dark.

When he was still very young, he didn't understand why his mother had suffered such a fate.

He just used his innate telekinesis to stop old Hank's stealing.

How did this happen?

He didn't understand, he just wanted to escape, and the farther away he could, the better.

Distance.

Looking at the back of the boy hurriedly leaving, Mu Cang, who was illusory, smiled slightly:

"I didn't expect Myceniel's life trajectory to coincide so much with his son, hehe, it's really interesting."

Then he muttered:

"But...... Judging from the language and behavior of the villagers and the overall layout of the village, the race, ethnicity, religion, language, writing and culture of this world are very similar to those of the continent of Europa in the Middle Ages.

What the hell is this a coincidence...... Or is there another reason? ”

No wonder Mu Cang was suspicious.

Because strictly speaking, this wizard continent definitely belongs to the category of 'alien civilization' for Blue Star.

Even to the extent of 'outside', it is much higher than that of the mercury group.

After all, the mercury group is simply a relatively long distance in time and space.

But the 'distant' between the Wizard Continent and the Blue Star...... But it's dimensional.

But the two are so similar.

This has to make one wonder ...... Could it be that some kind of secret is hidden.

Because at least so far, among the nearly 10,000 alien intelligence races devoured by Mu Cang, none of them has been able to be almost identical to the Blue Star civilization in all aspects.

Therefore, if you only use pure probability theory to explain all this, Mu Cang is really a little difficult to convince himself.

"Is it pure coincidence? Or is there some kind of consciousness or force behind it? ”

For a moment, many thoughts popped up in his head.

"Well, let me explore."

Mu Cang slowly raised his head and glanced at the end of the sky, his body was like a lake, sweeping thousands of miles.

In an instant, I reached the end of the world.

Standing in the vast sky, looking at the terrifying misty chaos close to Chi Qi, Mu Cang's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of understanding.

"In this world of remembrance, born of my power, where Mycenae could not see or deliberately imagined, was nothing but chaos.

And all the people, things, and scenes that he remembers, after he comes into contact with them in this 'world', will actually give back all kinds of effects that should be achieved. ”

"To me this place is unreal, but to Mycenae it is real." ”

"Of course, it's relative to his personal truth."

Mu Cang seemed to suddenly think of something, and a flash of inquiry suddenly flashed in his eyes:

"This false Mycenae relied only on a ray of false spirituality that I had bestowed, after possessing all the memories, cognitions, thoughts, and behavior patterns of the dead true Mycenil.

It's amazing that it actually shows a agility that is no less than the original.

In a sense, it was as if the 'real' had been resurrected, resurrected in my mind. ”

"In this way, his situation is almost equivalent to a brain in a jar in disguise."

"It's just this fish tank...... Built by me. ”

……

Time flies.

Mycenaer remembered his mother's last words on her deathbed:

Protect yourself.

So when he was young, in order to survive, he turned into a beggar on the surface, and secretly used his natural mental power to steal while wandering in various towns.

Mu Cang, who had been observing from the side, was already a little impatient.

He had no interest in learning about the bitter history of a little kid.

"Time, speed up."

As soon as this thought moved, the clouds that were slowly fluttering in the sky instantly increased by ten million times, and in an instant, they shot into the sky.

The sun, which had been hanging peacefully in the sky, fell down with a snap of its fingers, and then the moon flew up to occupy the sky.

As the sun and moon alternate and the sky alternates between light and dark, the surrounding scenes also change rapidly, and the sounds become mixed and difficult to understand.

The surrounding scene began to accelerate and displace, layered on top of each other, like oil paintings in constant motion.

After a long time, the picture stabilized.

By this time, it had been thirty years since Mycenelle had fled the village.

At the beginning of these thirty years, he had just made it through a few years of hard work when he became a wizard apprentice because of his excellent talent for witchcraft, and was favored by a wizarding organization hidden behind the mortal society.

So through Mycenel's perspective, Mu Cang quickly figured out what the wizard power system and this so-called wizard continent was all about.

The first is the wizard power system.

Unlike the morning star that Mycenaer eventually reached later.

At this time, the wizarding organization he joined firmly believed that wizards only had four levels.

That is, wizard apprentices, first-level wizards, and second-level wizards.

and, a third-level wizard who has disappeared from this continent for more than a thousand years.

According to Mu Cang's observations.

If you roughly describe the destructive power of these four levels, they are the explosion level, the explosion building level, and the street explosion level.

As for the third-level wizard who has not been able to achieve it for a long time, it is likely to be at the explosion level.

At the same time, in addition to the scarce number of wizards on this continent, there are also a large number of knights who have no witchcraft qualifications, but whose combat power level can reach the highest level of explosion.

Therefore, this group of wizards with the highest explosive street level combat power did not really rule this continent on the bright side.

It's just through side means.,Secretly manipulating various countries.。

As for the so-called Wizarding Continent, in fact, its real name is - Anzel World.

According to the ancient Mystical Records of the Invisible Hand, an organization of wizards known as the Invisible Hand that Mycenel joined, the world of Anzer was a flat world of endless oceans and hundreds or even more large and small landmasses.

The continent where Mycenil's ancestors have lived for generations is only a tiny corner of the world of Anzel in an unknown area.

How many continents there are in the whole world, and how big and small, even the Invisible Hand organization is not clear.

Moreover, even the moon and sun in the sky are uncertain in number.

At least according to the Invisible Hand, thirty-five moons appeared in the sky on the same night.

On the same day, there were up to three suns.

The strange thing is that whether it is one sun or three suns, people on the ground do not feel too much hot and cold.

It's like the sun...... It's the same as a fake.

"The weird world is very different in the same places as Blue Star, and very different in different places."

Mu Cang, who was sitting leisurely in the library of the invisible hand and flipping through the classics, muttered to himself:

"It's a fantasy realm, it's so unavoidable to follow the laws of physics."

After turning over the book, Mu Cang snapped his fingers lightly.

Immediately, time sped up again.

Whew-

Another fifty years passed.

At that time, Mycenil, a continent that resembled Europa culturally and ethnically, had quietly stepped into the clouds of war.

This continent has been more than 100 years since the last great war.

The fire that seemed to have been extinguished more than a hundred years ago is still stubbornly burning with dark red sparks.

Unfair contracts, empire-to-empire disputes, conflicts between winners and losers.

The Great Depression of a continent-wide nature plunged countries into a painful social crisis.

Add to this the growing uneven development of countries at all levels.

Finally, this continent, which has been in constant conflict since ancient times, has once again ignited the raging flames of war.

The various wizarding organizations that have always existed behind the countries have also started a battle of light or darkness out of interest.

In the melee that lasted for decades, countless mortals died, and the wizards were not spared.

In the fierce competition with each other, in addition to the high-ranking second-level wizards, other groups such as wizard apprentices and first-level wizards also suffered some casualties.

And with his terrifying talent, Mycenil, who has already stepped into the threshold of a first-level wizard with half a foot, has quietly returned to the former village.

The purpose is obvious, it is for revenge.

But unfortunately, that small village with only a hundred households has long been submerged in the war and years.

There are no people, only ruins remain.

Even in the sunhouse, where his mother was executed, Mycenaer could not determine the exact location.

It was also at this moment that he came to his senses.

"The joy and hatred of the weak are meaningless, they are destined to become stepping stones to the strong."

Mycenel suddenly whispered, "I can't be a stepping stone, never allow!" ”

Not far away, Mu Cang looked at him quietly, with a joke in his eyes.