In a world that seems to be a dream, he is bound by a huge tentacle released by his own hand......

Such a plot, Xiuge has not thought about it.

It's just that it shouldn't happen to you.

The enormous tentacle of the strange mist had an extremely cold and slippery touch, reminding Shuge of the wet rubber, and as the light and shadow on those tentacles flowed, he felt a chill penetrate his clothes and crawl all over his body.

The tentacles continued to tighten, and soon, Shuge lost the last shred of room to maneuver.

He felt like a worm wrapped in spider silk, and no matter how hard he tried, he could only barely writhe his body.

"So, what's going to happen next?"

As a person who has a wide range of knowledge and his mind is full of all kinds of messy information, Xiuge thinks of his many different endings in an instant, and in his imagination, he has less than a 10% chance of surviving, 30% of the probability of dying on the spot in an extremely bloody manner, and the remaining 60% can be classified as "taboo".

Just when he was already on the verge of despair, the tentacles took on a new movement.

Its end slowly lifted in front of Xiuge, and at this time, Xiuge realized that the end of this tentacle was actually wrapped in a layer of solid keratin, which looked like a sharp black knife.

At this moment, Xiuge stopped thinking.

Because he found that the black sharp knife was aimed at his chest.

Before Xiuge could make a final struggle, the tentacle had already stabbed down fiercely, and in an instant, Xiuge saw the black shadow penetrate his chest, and the cold feeling that had stayed on the surface of his skin also flowed all over his body with the piercing of the black sharp knife.

The cold was followed by a sharp pain.

This was something that Xiuge had never experienced as a person who had already died once, in the midst of extreme pain, his mouth was wide open, but he could not make the slightest sound, he now only felt that countless hands were tearing at his skin and flesh from different directions, and the cold feeling that was constantly flowing turned into vicious threads, which were wrapping around his bones and internal organs, as if trying to pull them out of his body together.

The pain continues to grow.

The cold that coiled around his body was like a real body of water, and Xiuge gradually suffocated in extreme pain, and finally, Xiuge felt that the darkness was connected in front of his eyes, and his thoughts and consciousness collapsed and disappeared like foam in the ocean.

……

There was a terrible and loud scream from the empty old house of Ernst, and the sound was so heart-rending that the crows who were hiding in the shadow of the old house were frightened enough, and they fluttered their wings in terror and flew into the air with a noisy protest, but after circling the old house of Ernst, they saw that there was no movement in the house, so they fell down again, and stepped on the branch of an old tree beside the old house and exchanged and discussed in a hoarse voice.

The intense pain brought Xiuge back to this waking world.

Before he knew it, the thin young man lying on the bed was already sweating from pain, and his body was unconsciously arched, like a prawn that jumped out of the water and was about to die of lack of oxygen.

This pain, which penetrates deep into the bone marrow, is far deeper than death itself.

Xiuge kept rolling on the bed, as his mind became more and more clear, the pain that remained in his skin and flesh became clearer, and the passage of time became extremely long at this moment, every movement of his body, every rapid breathing, and even every thought brought more terrible torture to Xiuge.

I don't know how long it took.

When the crows that had been frightened back to the old mansion and began to rest, the pain in Xiuge's body finally disappeared.

All that's left is a tingling pain in the brain.

Hug only felt as if there was an extra rotating gear in his head, and the strong, sharp teeth were constantly cutting through his brain as they swirled, as if he wanted to engrave something in it forever.

The afternoon sun shone down on this delicate little town, and a wisp of it pierced through the cracks in the old curtains of the old Ernst house and spilled onto the equally old furniture, and as time passed, the light slowly turned with the hands of the magic clock and finally swept over the sweat-soaked body on the bed.

"Whew!"

Hug gasped heavily.

As the tingling in his brain eased, he finally regained his conscious self, and everything that had just happened to him was like a real and terrible nightmare, especially in the second half, he could almost feel the changes that were taking place in his head - it was probably not a delusion, but some strange change that he could not understand or explain at the moment.

Shuge was completely relaxed, and now, not only his clothes, but also his sheets and bedding were completely soaked with his sweat, and it was very uncomfortable to lie here, but he didn't want to move at all.

After the panic and fear faded away, what was left for Xiuge was ecstasy.

"Magic Engraved ......"

He whispered a word that had been extremely distant from him, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his pale and weak face.

It was only now, when the tingling felt fainted, that Xiuge really realized what he was getting out of it.

……

In this vast world called "Vann", magicians have an extremely special status.

As the only group in the long history of Van En who can still truly reproduce "miracles", magicians enjoy a privileged social status and treatment in all kingdoms.

According to the criteria provided by Merlinle and the Legislature in the Far North, anyone who has the talent for spellcasting and is able to contain magic power in their bodies and cast it can become an official mage as long as they are certified by the Legislature.

As such, the magicians of Vann do not have to be nobles or scholars, and may be ordinary clerks, rude mercenaries, prostitutes living in crowded buildings, miners who need to go deep into the mines, and farmers busy harvesting grain, until they are excavated and certified by Merlinler and the Legislature.

Once they have been granted the status of a mage, they will be eligible to study at the local academy and be formally assessed.

Legend has it that Mel, the goddess of wisdom who wields the magic of Vann, also controls all the rivers, lakes and seas of Vann.

Scholars in the Legislative Council believe that the movement of magic is similar to that of water.

Tiny and pervasive, they are hidden in the world, attracted and gathered by the casters, and returned to nature by the casting of various spells and the death of the casters, forming a vast sea of magic.

And when the magic in this huge ocean is too full, the scattered magic will be used by the casters, so the magic in the world is always endless.

Based on this view, they gave the casters corresponding names.

Beginners are called "raindrops", which means that they can only store a small amount of magic in their body, like catching rain falling from the sky with their hands.

Then there is the "stream", which refers to the casters who have more magic in their bodies, who have undergone the ritual of "magic inscriptions", and who are able to record and use all kinds of common magic, so that they can truly enter the temple of magic.

After that, it is the backbone of the Legislative Committee.

These mages were referred to as "River Valleys", the former of which were sent to various parts of Van en in large numbers by the Law Council to participate in various affairs and teachings, and the latter were more like scholars, who often appeared as important academic advisors to the various kingdoms, and the mages with the title "Lake" were also allowed by the Law Council to create spells in their own name.

And the highest title is "Deep Sea".

The meaning of this term is very simple, that is, the magic and knowledge possessed by a mage are as unfathomable as a real ocean, and these elites who are allowed to own mage towers are extremely rare, and to have this title, they need to be strong enough not only in terms of strength, but also enough to contribute to the existing spell theory.

From "raindrops" to "deep sea", this is the level of mage in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, in fact, for those who are more pragmatic at the bottom, there is still a special identity under the "raindrops".

That's the Mage's Apprentice.

Unable to truly accumulate magical powers, he can only perform simple tricks with magical objects and forcibly memorized techniques, unable to learn systematically, and is not allowed to participate in the "magic inscription" ritual, and can only handle various chores as a servant most of the time......

The predecessor of Shug, the real illegitimate son of the Ernst family, had been apprentices to magic at the magic academy for two years in order to make a living.

The talent possessed by this body is extremely limited.

Spellcasters are always arrogant, so they believe that even servants and apprentices who serve them must be smart enough.

Therefore, after discovering that Xiuge's predecessor could not even master the two simple tricks that the apprentices allowed to learn, he was very decisive and kicked him out of the academy.

It was after that the illegitimate son of the Ernst family that he discovered his talent for writing in gaudy literature very groundbreakingly.

For his predecessor, the term "magic inscription" was a term that could not have been more distant, and he could only know from the words of others that it was an important ritual that allowed the learners of magic to truly become magicians.

For Xiuge, this is a piece of unimportant setting copy that he wrote easily.

"Most of the theories and laws of magic are extremely complex for spellcasters, so spellcasters are often just containers of magic, and in order to truly realize the miracle of magic, it is necessary to use the special ritual of 'magic inscription', which engraves the requirements, steps and corresponding principles of magic into the caster's memory."

"The amount of magic that each caster can receive is also limited, and every inscription and memory is a huge challenge for the caster, so for the vast majority of magicians, the daily casting of spells is often carried out through a spellbook as a consumable."

As he remembered the words he had typed on his keyboard, he sat up with difficulty, his eyes slightly closed, and began to carefully grope for the strange changes that had taken place in his spiritual world.

In the boundless darkness of chaos, Huge gradually "saw" what he was expecting.

It was an immensely large metal disc.

Large, exquisite, with a complex mechanical structure, on which a large number of patterns and patterns are densely covered.

The disc is divided into five layers by its special metal structure from the inside out, and on top of the lines that make up each ring, hexagonal grooves are evenly distributed.

On the innermost ring, there are three hexagonal grooves, which are doubled to six on the outer layer, and twelve on the outside...... At the edge of the outermost ring, there are nearly 100 grooves.

And on this innermost ring, one of the hexagonal grooves has been filled with a special color.

A patina glow flickered in it, and the black lines outlined a few soft tentacles that twisted and twisted, and when Shuge looked closely, he saw that they looked exactly like the tentacles that had caused him great pain before.

And with the concentration of Xiuge's spirit, the tentacle lines in the groove also seemed to "come to life", and they gently writhed at a specific frequency in the fluorescence, as if in response to Xiuge's thoughts.

At this moment, Xiuge felt that he had gradually understood what was in front of him.

"As a worldview created based on the game, it makes sense that there are some very gamified settings."

So he opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised his right hand with the instinct that had been engraved in his spiritual world, his mouth slightly open, and a strange and obscure syllable blurted out along instinct.

A strange change immediately befell him.

Xiuge clearly felt that a cold current swept through his head, like cold flowing water, it flowed all the way down his arm, and finally converged on the palm, and a wave of swelling and pain emerged, Xiuge only felt that something seemed to gush out of his palm and fingers, so he immediately changed the direction of his palm and aimed it at the bedroom door leading to the corridor.

In the next moment, the swelling pain in Xiuge's palm reached the extreme, and then, with an indescribable strange sound, in the greenish fluorescence, several thick and twisted tentacles erupted from his palm in a way that Xiuge could not understand, and the huge impact directly applied to the bedroom door, so in an instant, the heavy wooden door inlaid with some iron broke away from the door frame and fell heavily down the corridor with that force.