Quadruple split.

Chapter 1066 Deadly Game (IV)

Time flows quietly...

After the three words of 'shut up', 'grass', and 'it's a bit difficult', for two full hours, Futaba didn't say a word, but flipped through the text in front of her at an almost unbelievable speed. Although the heavy and simple mystic books are far inferior to the "True Quantum Speed ​​Reading" that was once popular outside the game decades ago, and two fools dared to compile it, the big fool dared to believe it, but it can also be said to be quite absurd.

Especially in the second half of the journey, this girl whose eyes were a little straightened, mumbling and gesticulating, even started the experiment directly in the public place of the reading area, and saw that she simultaneously moved the three The epic-level reference books that have references to each other are lined up in front of you. While turning the pages in a storm with the magic silk thread connected to the five fingertips of your left hand, you are using your empty right hand to carry out those groups of 'models' that are invisible to the naked eye. Adjustment and fine-tuning, although it is only the smallest simulation, Mo Tan can still faintly feel that the restless elemental power around the girl is continuously highly active.

I don't know when she kicked off her shoes, and Futaba, who was sitting cross-legged on a high-back chair, didn't care about her image at all, allowing her long hair to be messed up by the wind elements that failed to compress countless times, and her delicate and lovely baby face was blown to pieces. Most of the fire elements that failed to fuse were blackened, and there was no intention of taking a break and re-dressing. Instead, his eyes were full of excitement and he was slamming the precious 'knowledge' in front of him.

And Mo Tan, who was sitting diagonally across from her holding a copy of "Michelle Takes You to Count the Dangers of Natural Disasters and Magic", made up a scene in his brain while the girl was gritting her teeth desperately...

In the drowsy room, five or six monitors formed a semicircle on the chaotic desktop, all of which were refreshed at high speed with rows of data streams that would make laymen feel dizzy just by looking at them. Under these monitors, a pair of monitors because of The sickly pale little hands that haven't seen the sun all year round are dancing at high speed, drawing afterimages on the keyboard that is also connected as one piece, as if playing a piano.

The owner of her hands is sitting cross-legged in a large seat. She wears glasses as thick as a beer bottle bottom, her hair is messed up like a poodle, and she smells bad because she hasn't bathed for a long time. There was a sick smile on the corner of his mouth, and a large number of garbage bags were piled up under his feet, which were filled with the remains of various fast food, puffed food, and carbonated drinks, and there were many hungry flies around him.

Although the face of the woman sitting in the big seat in the brain supplement is blurred, the obvious small belly due to long-term lack of exercise and excessive intake of sugar calories is very eye-catching.

[Well, there are also poor chests that have no sense of existence because they have no curvature at all, tsk tsk, it's too bad, it's too bad, why are there such people in this world. 】

While complaining with disgust from the bottom of his heart, Mo Tan leaned over to pick up the two books that Futaba had roughly dropped on the ground, and put them back on the table as quietly as possible.

Because he has no knowledge of magic, it is difficult for Frank Hughes to help the girl in front of him when he is in trouble, but in fact, he is indeed doing something within his power.

For example, carefully organize the books that are piled up in a pile on the table, and put them together neatly by category.

For example, put the book that was roughly thrown to the ground by the girl, but maybe she will pick it up again in a few minutes, and put it back on the table, where it can be easily reached by the hands of the elements.

Frank Hughes, rather than providing convenience for the girl in front of him in his spare time after reading, might as well say that he takes time to look at stories that may inspire his own creation while taking care of the girl who is getting more and more distressed.

Finally, after a long time, accompanied by a series of sounds that were not harsh but abrupt enough, all the books floating around Futaba fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Draw an imperfect rest.

"It looks like it's been rewarding."

After a brief silence, after confirming that Futaba would not re-enter the almost hysterical state just now, Mo Tan got up to pick up the reference books scattered on the ground, and laughed in a rather relaxed tone said.

Obviously, he had already guessed that the other party was probably caught in some kind of predicament that he didn't understand, and there was no significant breakthrough yet, so he started the conversation with this almost soothing tone.

"Is it a good harvest... In a sense, it may be true."

It took a few seconds for Futaba to answer with a smile, and then bent down together with Mo Tan to sort out the books scattered on the floor. Thanks to the fact that the reading area is carpeted, the years may be long or short, and the texture The paper lore, solid or loose, was not harmed, not even a fold.

"It's good to have something to gain."

Mo Tan smiled, and said helplessly: "I originally wanted to make up a few new stories by reading the knowledge about natural disaster magic, but in the end I had no idea at all."

Futaba piled up the few books in her arms on the table, and snorted angrily: "I'm really sorry, I've been arguing all the time, interrupting your great poet's speech." Thinking~"

"Is there?"

But Mo Tan shook his head, neatly arranged the books that Futaba had piled up randomly, and said with a light smile: "As far as I am concerned, the reading environment just now is actually very good, so I can't think of a story at all. My personal problem."

Futaba curled her lips, and then slumped on the chair as if she had collapsed: "Ah...you can say whatever you want, it's really annoying."

"Didn't you just say that there was a harvest?"

Mo Tan casually dimmed the magic crystal lamp at the corner of the table a little, and said with a smile: "Even if it's not really a lot of harvest, but only a little bit, I think it's a good thing, after all, you have Diana and That excellent Ms. Ana is a mentor, even if they encounter any bottlenecks, they should be able to help you answer questions, right?"

Futaba rolled her eyes, pushed her glasses with her middle finger, patted the book "Half-Step Epic-Encyclopedia of General Elemental Magic in the Early Stage of Epic ①" and said angrily: "Unfortunately, my so-called 'harvest', That is, the old lady finally confirmed that she is completely unable to understand the content written in these things now, or even though she can barely understand a little bit, she is completely unable to reproduce and imitate even a little bit, let alone analyze it. All in all, in terms that can be understood by a layman like you, it's—a gratifying zero progress!"

Mo Tan was slightly taken aback, and after a while he said awkwardly: "If this is the case, why don't you try asking Diana..."

"It's useless, both Diana and Ana always think that I shouldn't touch these things."

Futaba interrupted Mo Tan roughly, and said through gritted teeth: "Uncle Kenneth also has the same attitude, so I was not allowed to enter the library of the Spiritual Guild Tower in the City of Miracles, and even the room assigned to me was not allowed to enter." All the materials related to the epic stage in the laboratory have been collected, but Diana is rather careless, so she ignores the voucher she gave me to give me access to this knowledge."

"Uh, that means..."

"That means I probably won't be able to get anything out of Diana."

"I think she should be doing it for your own good..."

"Unfortunately, I feel the same way, so it's annoying."

"Well, what do we do now?"

Mo Tan stretched slightly, and asked without any opinion.

"Although I really want to continue to attack and try..."

Futaba sighed, resting her cheeks and said lazily: "It's a pity that judging from the progress just now, even if I continue to study for a day and a half, there will be no breakthroughs, and my magic power has been completely used up. There is no way to do homework at a speed that is difficult for ordinary people like you to understand like just now, so... well, forget it."

"Have you run out of magic power?"

Mo Tan immediately looked at Futaba nervously, and asked repeatedly: "Then is your body okay? I heard Diana said before that you spellcasters usually feel very uncomfortable when your magic power is overdrawn, that, Do you want to eat something, or rest for a while? Ah, let’s rest for a while, you are not feeling well now, if you use that teleportation array, you must..."

"Stop, stop."

Futaba, who was almost taken aback by Mo Tan's big string of BBs, interrupted the other party angrily and funny, shaking her head and saying, "Who told you that my magic power was overdrawn? I just said that I used up all my magic power. To put it simply It means that the MP slot has bottomed out, and I can’t even use a fireball technique, but it’s not overdrawn yet, okay?”

"By... the pichu?"

Mo Tan repeated Futaba's words awkwardly, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

"It's the blue bar."

"What is the blue bar?"

"It's magic power. You can just understand that my magic power is empty, but there is no overdraft, and I don't need to rest or eat, understand?"

"clear."

Mo Tan nodded heavily, and then——

【Oh, it’s okay to see the magic value at the bottom, this is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity~】

Mo Tan sighed leisurely in his heart, then slowly raised his right hand.

He is very clear that as long as he makes a certain gesture now, within three seconds, the other 'readers' who are several times less than before will throw at least nine A concealed and deadly attack, and as we all know, a spellcaster who has lost his magic power, even if he is a magic god, will definitely not be much stronger in combat than a large dog.

Especially for a mage of Futaba's size, he probably couldn't even beat a medium-sized dog when he couldn't cast spells.

Of course, non-level mages like Jadka don't count. For that old ghost whose physical fitness can almost crush high-level violent battles head-on, it's hard to say whether he can't use magic is a weakening or a buff.

All in all, as long as Mo Tan is willing, he can easily use the previous arrangement to send Futaba, who collapsed on the chair like a salted fish, to rebuild the role.

After that, as long as you sell the unlucky people around you who are just as long as things come true, everything you promised will be immediately turned into empty checks, and then rely on the ability to change in [Variants] to become anyone who is eligible to enter the inner city, This tense and deadly 'game' will be over immediately.

Although this way of closing the curtain seems to lack a sense of ceremony...

Although there are a lot of cards that have not been revealed, I will feel somewhat regretful...

Although it seems anticlimactic to end the game so quickly...

Even though the vest of 'Frank Hughes' had to be jettisoned in hindsight, and there wasn't enough to gain from Diana...

But at least at this moment, these reasons are not enough to be an excuse to prevent Mo Tan from killing the killer.

The killing intent did not spread in the slightest.

Eyes, still warm and soft.

"In that case, we might as well go back early."

Until the end, he didn't make a secret signal, but Mo Tan, who pushed his glasses lightly, smiled and gave up this 'opportunity' as if he had farted.

That's right, even though the reasons just listed are not enough to make Mo Tan give up killing a dead woman mage who has no magic power at this moment, the premise of all this is-the other party really has no magic power !

[I can't believe it, what came out of this woman's mouth. 】

This is the reason why Mo Tan gave up taking action.

Even if the timing, tone, topic, foreshadowing and other elements are extremely natural and appropriate, but considering the other party's extremely bad character...at least when facing himself, Mo Tan still can't deal with the listless person in front of him. The young girl responded with complete confidence.

At best, it is only [-]%. In this case, Futaba is willing to tell the truth to himself, Frank Hughes, who is the boyfriend of Diana A. Archizolti, and declare directly without much consideration. As a mage, I have already lost all my magic power, and the probability of my MP being completely zero is only [-]% at most.

In other words, this [-]% is the probability that Mo Tan can successfully kill Futaba after choosing to execute the plan.

And the remaining forty percent...

It is a deadly trap!
Naturally, the victim that I can temporarily find in a short period of time will not be very strong. Although being able to enter this library is a proof of strength in itself, but this level of greenhouse flowers will not be taken seriously by Futaba .

As long as she has the slightest bit of reservation, even if she does not have much magic power left, she will definitely be able to take effective countermeasures after deliberately guiding her own murderous intentions out. Successfully escaping from the sky is inevitable, and it is even possible Instantly complete the anti-kill against himself.

[[-]% success rate, [-]% failure rate. 】

[The other party is SON who is no less than Lao Tzu in terms of heart and lungs... Ah no, SUN. 】

【Heh, only fools would gamble~】

"Even if there is no overdraft, it is better to recover the magic power?"

Mo Tan stood up and showed a harmless smile to the girl in front of her.

"Well, it seems that's the only way to go. If you have any books you want to read, I can take you to borrow one before you leave."

Futaba also stood up, stretched her body lazily, and seemed to have somewhat increased her affection for this guy who had been with her for a long time.

"Let's talk about it next time, I really don't want to send it again."

Mo Tan raised his hand in surrender, secretly signaling the cancellation of the plan.

"You are really useless."

Futaba looked contemptuous, and the remaining mana in the character panel was 87.5%.

Chapter [-]: The End
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