There was a sound, at first the faintest of knocking, then to a shrill grinding, as if a sharp object was cutting hard across the glass, perhaps steel, perhaps stone.

Siegel shook his head and "woke up".

It's been two months since the Great Curse fell, and he's been living a life of self-exile. Although he was still in the city of Hell, the space in which he moved around every day was only a small area in the underground library, about five meters square. It was a private room that was used to create a quiet and isolated working environment for the scribes.

But now this is a "cage" for Siegel to "imprison" himself.

He used his magic knowledge and rune ability to cover the walls with dense magic lines to prevent his negative energy from leaking out. Although negative energy is a beneficial thing for the undead, which can greatly increase the strength and strength of the skeleton's body, it is devastating to the surrounding creatures and environment.

Life and death cannot coexist, just as water and fire cannot be reconciled.

In the room, Siegel had placed a pot of flowers, but it had withered within two hours. He also tested the ability of various creatures to survive in this environment, and no animal could last more than two hours. Even Baron, the raven connected to his soul, wailed and hid, sending him warning signals.

Only with the magical protection against negative energy damage on his body can others approach him.

Originally, Siegel thought that this energy only had an effect on living things, but he didn't expect that it could also affect the environment. Where he wandered for a long time, the soil appeared grayish-black and dead. It became loose and uncultivable, and the water began to become cloudy. It smelled sour, and the air was filled with the smell of corpses. Flies buzz and fly and then die in pieces.

Siegel is trying to drain the condensed negative energy, and the fastest way is to use plasma energy to cast spells, and then replenish it with negative energy. He used spells almost without consuming it, first building two magic item assembly lines, and then starting to strengthen the energy focus circle. Such an action greatly strengthened his skeletal body, and the state of the plasma line seemed to be getting better and better.

It's good to have stronger bones, but the proudest thing he's done is learning new spells.

This is since he became a lord. The best time to calm down and learn magic is the time. The advantage of becoming an undead is that you can stay awake, your body will not feel tired and hungry, and every minute can be used to the fullest. Losing the temptation to physical needs, Siegel found that he had more time and a clearer mind every day. He can always be at his best, never wasting a second of his time, and his cast level is rapidly increasing.

But he soon paid the price.

Staying in the state of the undead for a long time is a damage to the soul, and the negative energy that envelops him deepens this damage. He quickly became immersed in the study of magic, and any disturbance would cause him to react violently. The other mages walked past the door, the light of the Immortal Flame flickering from the effects of negative energy, and even the sound of the pages as he turned the pages himself. He forgot humility, he forgot gentleness, he forgot the most important virtue of being human: tolerance and understanding.

Until one time he was angered by a psychic link from a raven. Furious, and then felt its grievances and sadness from the demon pet. That's when I came to my senses.

He dropped the spell book and found a mirror to use to examine himself. The appearance of the skeleton is very terrifying, and the green lines exude a faint light, which makes the atmosphere even more terrifying. From the mirror, he could see that the soul fire in his eyes had begun to fade, gradually transforming from bright red to gray. According to the Mage Guild, a spellcaster goes through a similar process after transforming into a lich.

Immersing yourself in negative energy is a "comfortable" feeling for the undead, making the caster like this state more and more, thus transforming into a pure undead. The solution to this state is simple, to become human again.

Lich can't, that process is permanent and irreversible, so they all end up becoming evil beings, but Siegel can, even though it means great suffering.

He thought about it for a moment, and turned back into flesh and blood. He heard the sound of his heart beating in his chest again, and he could breathe again, feeling the fullness of the air entering his lungs. He can see colors through his eyes again, and it is no longer the black, white and gray world of the undead.

Then he regained a feeling shared by all living people: the fear of death.

In the mirror, he could clearly see the effect of the Great Curse on living creatures: skin grew old, as if decades had passed in a flash, wrinkles and markings crept up, and the black color of hair faded.

Then came his body, which became weak, weak, and sore. From the skin to the muscles, from the internal organs to the bones, everything is failing. The surging heartbeat began to become disorderly, and the chest and back felt like they were being clamped by a huge rock, and the pain was terrible. The stomach and intestines were churned together, and there was a feeling of wanting to vomit. However, his throat was choked, and only blood foamed from his lungs came out of his mouth.

He clearly watched the tragic situation of being surrounded by negative energy, and the death knell echoed in his ears. Tears flowed down his eyes, down the wrinkles and down his cheeks.

I want to live, Siegel understands the strong feeling and vows not to forget. To be alive means to experience, to feel the beauty around you with limited time, and to live each day well. The undead, on the other hand, repeat each day and lose fear in the repetition - still moving, but dead.

Fear can save lives, and Siegel understands this in Wendy's mental world. It is the fear of death that can appreciate the beauty of life.

Countless curses followed, paralysis, deafness, nausea, stiffness, and then blindness. But Siegel can still see himself slowly dying in the mirror with his mental eyes. Despite the pain, he was grateful, because the experience between life and death was precious, and he figured out many things.

He thought that the old captain's death was the reason for him to leave the ship, but in fact he had the idea of going ashore long before that. Although the sea is vast, the world is even larger. Repeating the same days every day makes him bored. He wanted to see different landscapes. He wants to go all the way to the end of the world. Or even to the more brilliant Otherworld.

He wants to live a wonderful life.

Then he died, transforming himself back into his skeletal state.

The Great Curse couldn't help him anymore, and then it seemed to let out a sigh, but he could only continue to run helplessly.

The skeleton in the mirror is no longer aging, and the green stripes all over the body are bright and beautiful. All painful feelings disappeared, and the surroundings were calm and peaceful.

But Siegel remembered the pain just now, and he will never forget it again in his life. On this day, it was rare that he did not study. Instead, I looked in the mirror for the whole day. He thought about a lot of things from the past, and things he thought he had forgotten came back to him.

He remembered the excitement of the first time he had killed the kobolds and earned the gold, and he remembered the grand banquets in Creekwood, the times when he had adventures and laughs with his friends, and the world without the shroud of war.

Then he thought of many people, and the kind old captain stood on the side of the ship with a smile, and watched him swim in the sea, and even the waves could not hide the happy laughter. He thought of the stern Sir Bill, who ordered him to study and exercise, but also to show concern when he was injured.

At last. He thought of Janet. The two of them don't spend much time together, and there's always a variety of things pulling Siegel away from her. They were once blocked by the walled mountains. Once blocked by the Void, now the Great Curse spell once again separates the two men.

often don't get together, and many times forget to miss it, but when the two are together, they feel that their days are ordinary and nothing to remember. Only when I calm down now, can I discover the emotions contained in the plain. Siegel thought of stumbling with Janet and going through the waves and hardships along the way, and many times made getting through hardships and hardships all of his life. But Siegel now understands that the tragedy of life is not how much suffering it has, but what it has missed, forgotten, and lost.

Thinking of this, Siegel took out an obsidian dagger and carved words on the metacarpal bone of his left palm, even if he became a skeleton in the future, as long as he spread out his palm, he could see this sentence: "Live fully and gratefully, and remember this feeling." ”

He didn't want to learn magic anymore today, but started making a gift for Janet. When they were married, Siegel gave Janet a "acclimatization" necklace that would allow her to survive in a variety of dangerous natural environments. At that time, they had just finished their adventure, and all they thought about was the threat of the harsh natural environment. But things are different now, and she should have something new in store.

As the lord's wife, Janet never had a tiara, so Siegel decided to set about building one for her. An alloy of gold, silver, and cold iron is used and wound together to create an undulating structure. He uses a sapphire and three diamond settings and applies his magical knowledge to them.

This magic item needs to be carefully crafted, and there is no deviation at all. To avoid distractions, Siegel depicts only one type of magic: teleportation. Each diamond can be teleported once, and then the energy stored in it will be depleted. However, the sapphire core will slowly energize the diamond and it will only take about a day or two to complete.

So Siegel's daily life became learning and making. Every two or three days, he transforms back into a human to strengthen his memory of life and death.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that this rhythm did not slow down his mantra learning at all, but instead promoted the birth of a spark of thought. It turns out that the study of mages is actually their perception of the world, not a simple combination of numbers and symbols. Many spells require specific emotions to truly grasp the essence.

Like "Heroism", it was created by a magical knight who was both a spell and a swordman, and only those who dared to forge ahead could truly use its power. If you think of it as just a normal spell that "increases strength, excitement, and defense," it's impossible to discover what's so special hidden in the spell's structure.

Siegel followed this line of thought and continued to disassemble spells, like breaking down sentences into words and finally into words—this is the homework that a formal mage needs to do in the later stages. Regrouping words into sentences is the process of transforming a spell, and it is up to each mage to practice and experience it himself. He gradually understood the path to becoming an archmage, and that was to use these words to form an essay on his knowledge of magic.

Because from now on, there are no ready-made sentences available, and all that remains of the predecessors is the idea of casting spells. To turn ideas into spells, each caster needs to create according to their own situation. As stated in the "Precise Teleportation Scroll", different people have different elemental control abilities, so if you want to build a stable teleportation array structure, how can you use the same set of techniques? The weights of voice, posture, casting materials, and element ratio are ever-changing, so only the idea of casting spells can be passed down, and only the idea is the most precious thing.

Siegel applied all of his magical ideas to the creation of the teleportation headdress, using magic arrays, rune arrays, and even Nakus's plasma technology. When he can get rid of the Great Curse and see Janet again, that's his gift to her. (To be continued.) )

PS: Merry Christmas to everyone!

Make a phone call to your family to tell you that you are safe, this is the meaning of Christmas.

All that's left is to collect red envelopes and open gifts, hehe.

It's just sent to this chapter.,It's amazing.,It's mixed with some of my thoughts.,I hope you take a look.,If you think it's right, praise it;If you think it's wrong, use a reward and a monthly pass to pump my face.,Hey, hey, hey.

This was not planned in advance, it was all written in advance, which has to be said to be a magical coincidence.

Merry Christmas to all of you again, uh-huh.