Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 17 The magic boils
  The gray hooded companion was rendered speechless by the gray hood.

"Yeah, magic, magic, so what?"

The gray hood didn't seem to communicate with others very often. When he spoke, he seemed wooden and kept talking to himself.

"Report to the Holy Saint..."

"enough!"

His companion yelled, raising his voice slightly.

"Our duty is to monitor whether there is an invasion from another dimension, not to search for magic geniuses all over the street - there are many people in this world who may have magic power in their bodies! This does not mean that we need to give everything to the Supreme Being report!"

"What happened to that little bit of magic? You don't know how chaotic the history of the earth is. There are too many magic-related things left out, but as long as it is not threatening, we don't have to worry about it! Ordinary people will never be able to do it in their lifetime. The one who drives those magic prop fragments!”

"They will only slowly lose their strength over time!"

"I really don't understand why I want to come out with you to perform barrier maintenance. Now, follow me, and then we will complete the task and return to Greenwich quickly..."

The companion asked anxiously. After seeing the serious look in his eyes, he immediately turned around and stepped forward: "Chasing..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Ding ding~
  The phone in his pocket vibrated twice, and Terry took it out with some confusion.

But what the gray hood just said was that that person himself had given birth to a new kind of magic power that he had never seen before.

"No, if that is a brand-new demon secretly invading the transformed human incarnation, it would be in vain for us to go up there - notify the Holy of Holies quickly!"

The gray hood felt even more aggrieved: "I told you from the beginning."

Terry finally found the hardware store. At this moment, he was standing on the opposite side of the zebra crossing, waiting for the traffic light.

What's even less coincidental is that in their world, except for some special bloodlines, humans themselves cannot breed magic.

But then he stopped suddenly.

“Let’s just get to the point next time!!!”

This means that the Gray Hood's knowledge of magic types is far greater than that of ordinary magicians.

He couldn't help but rub his hands in excitement when he thought that if his conjecture was confirmed later, he could use alloys from the material science of technological development to make equipment in the pixel game.

The companion's originally scolding Baji expression was suddenly startled, and then his eyes widened in horror.

There may be some people who have magic power in their bodies because they have touched some fragments of ancient magic weapons at home, but to the knowledgeable Gray Hood, that can all be distinguished at a glance.

Although Gray Hood has slight mental retardation and language communication difficulties due to congenital defects, the other party is also somewhat introverted because of these defects. He often stays alone in the library of the Holy of Holies for a whole day. It can be said that I have read through all the magic books available.

Conceiving magic and using magic are not the same thing.

The gray hood was stunned for a moment after being scolded. It wasn't until his companion finished speaking that he raised his hand in aggrieved manner.

Even if the great Supreme One in the Holy of Holies, who has survived for who knows how many years, wants to use magic, the source of its driving force, that is, magic power, must be borrowed from the demon god in the outer dimension.

"I haven't seen any record of his magic in any classics. It's brand new, and it doesn't have the flavor of another dimension or a demon. That person just now is pregnant with magic."

Terry had never felt that the red light time at the traffic light was so long.

Because it is essentially magic power from other dimensions. It only exists temporarily in the human body and will dissipate after a period of time.

Good things come in pairs!

I have something to do this afternoon!
  Because the Green Heart Clinic finally responded to his message!
  It's just that the psychiatrist's attitude seemed a bit arrogant, and he said that he was very busy, so since Terry was a student and introduced by an acquaintance, she would wait in the clinic until four o'clock.

There was plenty of time, after all, Terry had already skipped school, and it was only half past noon, which was still a long time before four in the afternoon.

When the green light turned on, Terry put away his phone with a smile and took a step outside.

Then everything went dark, a rough sack roughly covered his head, and someone grabbed Terry's back collar and pulled him back hard.

Poof, poor Terry suffered two consecutive 'kidnappings' in two days. He fell onto the wooden floor and felt a throbbing pain in his tailbone.

Immediately afterwards, the sack was torn open, and a faint scent of sandalwood rushed straight into his nostrils. Within a few seconds, the previous main road turned into a dark small house full of East Asian cultural decorations.

"Can New York ever get better?"

Since his hands were not tied, Terry stood up angrily. When he turned around, he saw an old man in a bright red robe sitting cross-legged on a dark fur stall, looking at him with interest.

There are many strange symbols embroidered with gold thread on the red and overly large robe, the snow-white beard hanging down directly to the chest, and the face that is comparable to a century-old tree trunk, all of which make people vaguely think of a very suitable idiom. .

Describe withered.

But the old man's eyes were very bright. Under his droopy eyelids, a pair of dark eyes were staring directly at Terry.

There is weirdness. Whether it was the instantaneous change of heaven and earth or the clothes of the old man in front of him, Terry was reminded that this kidnapping was not the work of ordinary people.

Quietly, he moved a hand behind his back, and then the high-end topaz staff was quietly summoned. Terry stared at the strange old man in front of him vigilantly, and was ready to use the staff to attack at any time.

"Old sir, may I ask where this is?"

"Is this your magic tool?"

The old man's voice was completely inconsistent with his external age. It was more like a middle-aged man with a strong voice. What's even more frightening is that the other person spoke extremely fluent Chinese.

Terry's heart sank, knowing that the other party had seen through his little move, he suddenly pulled out the topaz staff and pointed forward, but the next moment, the topaz staff seemed to have a spirit, and directly shook off Terry's grasp. , flew in front of the old man.

The pale yellow staff was about half the height of an adult's waist, and the top was inlaid with a polished yellow gemstone. It fell lightly on the old man's robe, and was picked up and played with by the old man.

"Cheap metals, expensive gems, an unexpectedly simple combination, but it can circulate magic~"

The old man stroked the staff, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense.

"A system I have never seen before. Brother, where did you come from? A magical and monotonous magical continent? Haha, are you still used to living in this modern society?"

Terry was already holding back the sweat at this moment. Although the other party did not tell him his origin, if Terry guessed correctly, the old man was trying to infer the pixel game based on this staff. World background settings.

I was very angry when I was kidnapped repeatedly, but the person was a big boss that I couldn’t mess with. What should I do?
  Urgent, waiting online.

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The old man said slowly, and unexpectedly threw the staff back to Terry, as if he was confident that the magic cast by this staff could not harm him at all.

Terry looked at the topaz staff back in his hand in confusion, and then seemed to realize a little bit why the other party brought him here.

Although the method was a bit rough, the essence was different from yesterday's kidnapping.

If you answer it well, there shouldn't be any danger.

But this old man’s Riddler routine is so annoying.

"What matters is, where are you from?"

Terry was silent for two seconds, his mind turning over and over again: "Disaster Continent."

He also raised the topaz staff and said, "This is from there, I should be the same."

The old man tilted his head very playfully and snorted softly in his nose, as if he could tell that Terry was not completely telling the truth.

However, he did not pursue the matter and instead continued following Terry's words.

"It seems that the world is not peaceful."

Terry nodded. After playing the disaster mod, the difficulty has indeed increased a lot. If the master and revenge modes are turned on, it will be even more difficult for players.

"Are you interested in learning the magic of this world?"

The old man suddenly hit a straight ball.

Terry was a little stunned, and then a lot of plots about the hidden sect forcibly recruiting genius disciples flashed through his mind, and then a life of poverty and asceticism that lasted for tens or hundreds of years.

"Does learning magic require being locked up in a place to practice hard?"

"Of course, staying away from the world is the most basic thing."

Ah this.

Terry saw that the old man was not aggressive and seemed to be very friendly with his words. He felt a little uncomfortable and took a few steps in the wooden house while grabbing the topaz staff.

"I think I should refuse..."

‘Discovered alternative materials——’

‘Discovered alternative weapons——’

‘I found that I can replace the jewelry——’

‘I found out that I can use the equalizing potion——’

From Terry's perspective, underneath the original inventory, a new buff icon that had never been seen in the game before was shining.

‘The magic power is boiling. In this state, the radius of perception increases by 200%! ’

For the first time, Terry found that the word rejection had never been so difficult to say.

(End of this chapter)