Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 186 Casting the Star

A sticky and slippery sheepskin scroll fell into Terry's palm.

It's not that Terry couldn't understand why Mayfair took out a roll of parchment instead of a book. After all, astral projection should be a very ancient spell, and it would naturally be recorded on a carrier that looked old enough.

"By the way, the Stavav elves are not on earth, right? Do they also have sheep there?"

Terry touched the leather scroll, raised his hand and rubbed his fingers with some disgust. The slippery oily feeling was very disgusting, but in fact, nothing was left on his fingers due to the touch.

"This is not made of sheep skin, but a creature called Tuvalu that the Stavav people like to keep in captivity."

Mayfair just casually threw an 'artifact' brought back from another world to Terry, which had at least a history of more than 1,600 years, while picking at his nails carelessly.

Suddenly, Mayfair raised his head and showed an evil smile at Terry.

"Do you want me to describe Tuvalu's physical features to you?"

Terry's heart rang with alarm bells, and he quickly waved his hand to say no. Mayfair could only hum softly, then lowered his head and continued to focus on his nails.

Gently untying the gold rope tied in the center of the scroll, Terry unfolded the scroll and looked at it. There were densely packed strange words written on it with some kind of silver-white liquid, and there was a sense of emptiness that was like a needle. Entered between Terry's eyebrows.

Closing the scroll with a snap, Terry closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

He couldn't understand what those silver-white words were at all, nor could he understand their meaning.

"How should I learn? I don't have to start by learning a new language, right?"

Mayfair rolled his eyes at him.

"Have you forgotten that your mental power has improved now? Don't you have the ability to learn a book in a flash by raising your hand?"

Terry raised his eyebrows in surprise. He looked at the scroll in his hand, but did not consider the difference between this thing and a book.

They are all written on physical carriers. Of course, ancient scrolls and hot-stamped paper books can be barely equal.

But can I really learn the contents of a text carrier like Hei did?

The scroll briefly dropped in Terry's hand, and then he tentatively raised it above his head.

'You have mastered the Star-Forged Body. '

Before he could be happy in the future, a large amount of obscure knowledge poured into Terry's mind as if copied and pasted directly on the computer.

Terry wanted to fight hard to show off his masculinity, but after gritting his teeth and holding on for seven or eight seconds, he groaned and fell towards the sofa.

Mayfair seemed to have expected this, and he teleported to the position where Terry was about to fall.

After about ten minutes passed, Terry reluctantly opened his eyes with cold sweat on his head, and a faint fragrance penetrated directly into his nostrils.

I have to admit that Terry, who hates the smell of most perfumes on the market, is actually very adaptable to Mayfair's usual unknown perfume, and even feels that this good smell can greatly relieve his headache at the moment.

There was also an unusually soft touch coming from his cheek.

Mayfair looked at Terry who was lying on his lap, and gently pressed his scalp with his fingers. After feeling the slight shaking, he opened his mouth with a smile.

This was the first time Terry heard Mayfair speak so tenderly.

"woke up?"

After two seconds of silence, the latter used the accumulated muscle power to jump up suddenly and shrank into the corner of the sofa. Mayfair carelessly stroked the messy hem of his clothes, then stood up and sat back to his original position as if nothing happened.

Terry opened his mouth uncomfortably. At that moment, he suddenly wanted to ask what brand of perfume Mayfair was wearing, but within a few tenths of a second he realized that this would make the atmosphere uncontrollable. Still chose to skip this matter.

"Isn't it astral projection?"

"Yes, but at least you have to have a star first, right?"

Mayfair waved and took back the leather scroll. With a flick of his hand, the scroll disappeared.

Then she looked at the embarrassed Terry with interest and blinked.

"First try how long it takes to master this magic. After all, this is a magic specially created for the Stavav elves. Even I, a magic genius with a mixed blood of this tribe, took me almost a month or two to... …”

Terry had already closed his eyes when Mayfair said he would give it a try. When Mayfair started bragging about his magical talent, Terry's brows had ripples like stars.

Mayfair stopped talking. Although there was no special change in her expression, her dilated pupils were enough to show her shock at the moment.

The Nebula dewdrops, which were originally only displayed in the equipment slot to show 'special effects' in conjunction with the suit on his body, emitted rich colored starlight, and the rippling purple-red light mist was entangled with the starlight between Terry's eyebrows.

A purple-red miniature version of Terry, dotted with starry sky highlights, floated in mid-air.

The purple-red little Terry raised his hands and looked back at his body, which was still sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his eyes closed.

"Wow! This perspective is amazing, but to be honest, I feel like vomiting now. Technically speaking, I'm flying now, right?"

"How come you have such a terrible magical talent?"

It seemed that this was the first time that Mayfair had lost his composure. He stared at the shrunken Terry in mid-air and murmured.

Although she had known for a long time that Terry had a strong magical talent, this was still far beyond her expectation.

"This is the pre-magic of super magic that can travel through time and interfere with the timeline. If you can even learn this kind of magic as easily as eating and drinking, then why do you refuse..."

Little Terry didn't hear what Mayfair was saying. He was flying around for the first time in Mayfair's living room, spreading his arms and whining like a small remote-controlled airplane. .

It's just that I often fly for two or three seconds before stopping to vomit for a while. Fortunately, I'm just a quasi-spiritual body and there's nothing in my stomach to vomit.

After flying like this for half an hour, little Terry seemed to feel tired. After vomiting a few times, he squinted his eyes and floated back to the top of his body, found the right spot between his eyebrows and got in.

Terry opened his eyes in reality, his throat surged several times, his face turned pale, and he kept shaking his head with his hands on his knees.

"The magic power has been drained directly, and I am also quite tired mentally. It seems that it will take a few days to adapt to the subsequent magic."

However, there is an additional buff icon with no time limit under Terry's inventory.

'Eternal Star. '

'Your spirit is nearly indelible, but that doesn't mean you're immune to death. '

'Your magic regeneration rate is slightly increased. '

'You can now release your astral body, which can travel to places that many entities cannot reach, such as through a thick wall - or something that does not exist in reality. '

(End of this chapter)