'Rule 1 of the rules of action of mana: mana cannot act on the carrier of mana. —General Theory of Spells

The popular interpretation of this rule is that a mage cannot use a mage's hand to lift his body up.

At first glance, it's similar to a person not being able to lift themselves up by grabbing their own hair.

But in reality, there are subtle differences.

It is true that a mage cannot take off by grabbing his hair, but he can make himself float by grabbing a foreign object like a 'chair'.

Why?

Because the hair that is growing is part of the mage and belongs to the mana carrier, while the chair is not.

In a small room on the first floor, Lawson was doing this experiment.

First, he tried to imagine two concrete hands, grasping the armrests tightly and lifting the chair under his buttocks with all his might.

The result failed.

No matter how hard you try, the chair can't get off the ground.

It's not that it violates the rules of mana, but because it goes against the basic cognition that is deep in consciousness.

Although the mage's hand is a mana condensation, because it is a concrete hand, it also has the limitation of a hand.

When the experiment failed, Rosen immediately changed his imagination.

He began to imagine a rocket-jet engine mounted underneath the chair, with a total thrust just over gravity by a little bit.

The result is still a failure.

The rocket engine that can operate stably is too complex and sophisticated, and he only knows the basic principle, but he does not know the specific structure and parameters of the engine.

Such a half-understood imaginary engine, even if it can really work, Lawson does not dare to put his ass on it.

He was mentally prepared and not discouraged, and began the third step of the experiment.

The rocket engine is still figurative, and the essence is no different from the hand.

Since it is concrete, it has the limitations of concreteness.

So the third step is to strip away the figurative and leave only a pure concept.

He stood up and imagined a pure force, evenly applied to his clothes and shoes, the amount of which was just as large as a wisp of weight.

In the next moment, his clothes and pants tightened slightly, and his shoes began to push up, pulling Rosen's body up together.

Then, Rosen floated.

"To the left."

Imagine that the combined force becomes left diagonally upward, and sure enough, the body slowly floats to the left.

"To the right....... Revolve....... Hasten...... Decelerate....... Haha, interesting! ”

With this thought, a stream of information flashed through my mind.

'User creates a spell: Flight, which is recorded in Lawson's Book of Spells and can be activated at any time. ’

Lawson immediately checked the spell book, and sure enough, he saw a new page, titled 'Flying'.

Check back on the content.

Flying

Spell Power: Very low.

Evaluation: Stripped of the pure imagination of the figurative, the spell has a near-perfect mana utilization efficiency. However, the total amount and strength of the caster's mana greatly limits the effect of the spell.

Mana Cost: Very high.

"How tall?"

Lawson tried to keep afloat and did a rough timekeeping in his mind.

After about 10 minutes, the body floating in the air struggled to maintain balance, and kept shaking from side to side, as if it was about to fall.

'It's the limit. ’

Lawson landed immediately.

After landing, I felt dizzy, lightheaded, and almost unsteady on my feet.

It took a while on the ground to get back to normal.

"Just hanging in the air can only last 10 minutes. If you fly fast over air resistance, the mana cost will definitely be higher. ”

"If you reach the speed of a galloping horse, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on for half a minute."

The consumption is ridiculously high.

At the moment, Flying is only an emergency spell, and cannot be used to rush.

After experimenting with flying, Lawson set out to follow the same path to improve the Mage Musket.

Because of the lack of mana, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

It turned out to be an accident again.

The moment the meditation began, Lawson suddenly felt that something was wrong with his sea of consciousness, as if there was some kind of strange light and shadow.

But the Creation Singularity Meditation had begun, the mana was quickly restored, and the strange light and shadow flashed quickly, and it was obscured by a large cloud of red light.

This red light quickly became thicker, and in an instant, it became a somewhat condensed red light cluster.

Lawson didn't hesitate to stop meditating.

"What's that?"

He thought about it, and it felt like some wisps of light, something like a glowing cobweb blown by the wind.

But how could there be cobwebs in his sea of consciousness?

I don't understand, the unexpected situation in the sea of consciousness also makes Rosen worried.

After a moment's thought, he decided to try to reproduce the anomaly.

Drain your mana with flying until you're about to run out, then close your eyes and reactivate your meditation technique.

But not the extremely intense Creation Singularity Meditation, just the Rest Meditation.

Sinking into the sea of consciousness again, the strange light and shadow really appeared again.

This time, there was no distraction, and the light and shadow were there for a long time.

Rosen saw it clearly.

It's the sea of stars!

Endless sea of stars!

The extremely small points of light form galaxies, which in turn constitute galaxy groups, and which galaxies build larger and grander cosmic structures.

The previous existence like a glowing spider web was a large-scale cosmic structure composed of countless stars.

However, the universe in the sea of consciousness is very different from the universe simulation that Lawson once saw.

In the real universe, the brightness of the stars is about the same, and everything is basically the same.

But in the universe in the sea of consciousness, there is a red star that is very, very bright, brighter than the brightness of the other stars combined.

Next to this red star, there is a small spot of azure light, which is also quite bright.

It's nowhere near as good as the former, but it's brighter than the rest combined.

Immediately after, Lawson saw a third, smaller point of light, but it was silvery white, not as bright as the first two, but brighter than all the rest combined.

Looking at this scene, the sentence of "General Theory of Spells" suddenly flashed in Rosen's heart.

Visualization is a singular resonance between the soul and the visualizing object. Although no one knows how resonance works, some general characteristics have been summarized. ’

The closer you are to the visualizer, the more specific and precise the visualization is, and the stronger the resonance. ’

Then the situation is clear.

The red star is the sun, the azure is the planet below, the silver white is the moon in the sky, and the other points of light are the stars in the sky.

Another doubt emerged.

"However, what I visualized was obviously the creation singularity, how did it become the universe?"

He quickly figured it out.

"The singularity at the beginning of creation is long gone, isn't it the universe that exists?"

"So, the reason why my mana polarity is fire is because I resonate with the sun the most."

"No, it's not fire polarity."

"In my mind, the sun is not a source of flame, it is a fusion furnace. So my subjectivity should be called 'fusion'.

"Fusion fire is much more powerful than chemical fire, so I have super high mana strength."

"Beyond the polarity of fusion, there is the world beneath our feet, and the silver moon, and the stars, and the dark void between the stars. It's just that the resonance with the latter is too weak to embody. ”

So, he has a super compound polarity, or it can also be said to be omnipolar.

Finally, the question is, what's the use of knowing this?

Rosen thought about it carefully: "Except for knowing himself better, there is no practical effect for the time being."

He still knows too little about mana and spells.

As the resting meditation progressed, the mana continued to recover, and the dim sea of stars in the sea of consciousness gradually brightened, and the sun brightened the fastest.

In a few moments, the sun's red light rapidly expanded, obscuring the stars once more, turning into a fiery red blur of light.

Both the Notes on Cyrus and the General Theory of Spells recorded a sentence.

"When a clear visualization appears in the sea of consciousness, the mage has advanced to the lower level."

Rosen felt that the concrete image of the sea of consciousness should already be clear, but the sun's rays were too strong and were obscured by it.

So, his mana should be ...... Possible...... It's probably a low level.

"But when you first enter the low level, the total amount of mana is a bit low, and I feel much weaker than Cyrus."

"Or maybe I'm not at the low level?"

If you don't understand, you simply don't want to.

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk.

Lawson immediately stopped training and began to prepare dinner.

Rome was not built in a day, and the master was not trained in a day, he was still young and not in a hurry.

Soon, dinner was done.

The wallet is bulging, and the ingredients are naturally high-end.

The dinner is not only sumptuous, but also full of flavor and taste, and just looking at it will make you hungry.

Considering that Thrandis was busy with his papers, Rosen packed the food into a newly purchased silver plate and covered it with a shiny silver lid.

As soon as the thought moved, five shiny silver plates floated in the air beside him, arranged in a standard circle, and steadily followed his footsteps and floated up to the second floor.

'Tuk Tuk~~'

"Come in."

Rosen pushed the door open and entered, and saw Thrandis curled up in a newly purchased cowhide sofa chair, frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

On the desk next to it, there was a small stack of woodgrain paper full of words, as well as a large number of scattered waste manuscripts, and on the ground next to the desk, there were also crumpled manuscripts rolling everywhere.

On top of that, there was ink splattering everywhere on the table, a quill pen that was quick to write, and a teacup that almost rolled to the ground after drinking the bottom of the air.

It seems that Thrandis's thesis has hit a bottleneck.

He glanced at the manuscript paper, and was almost dazzled by the various symbols on it, knowing that his current level could not help at all.

He stepped forward, lightly arranged the table, and then placed the plates one by one.

"Mentor, I've heard that the world of thinking is like a labyrinth, and there are many dead ends."

"Blindly gritting your teeth and drilling hard may not be fruitful, if you take a step back and relax your mind, maybe you can open up the sky."

As he spoke, he lifted a lid, and there was a secret sauce of foie gras inside, and the rich aroma suddenly wafted out.

Thrandis looked worried, jumped off the couch with a 'poof', and kissed Lawson the lips, despite the objections.

"My dearest apprentice, it's good to have you."

Rosen smiled wryly.

But he secretly said in his heart: "If you want to kiss, kiss for a long time, I don't have time to respond to such a dragonfly and a little water."

Of course, just thinking about it, he didn't dare to do it.

In contrast, he still prefers to be around the dignified and serious lady Thrandis.