I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 245 Bige begins learning

"Illusions similar to dispelling idlers, causing people to get lost uncontrollably, avoid their target, or keep going around in circles... Such spells exist in every world!"

Compared to players who have to painstakingly work out every single coordinate, Bige's entry into the village was much easier. She couldn't use her super-limit abilities in this world, but she still had her experience and knowledge.

As a powerful demon lord who once ruled the vampire race in her world for thousands of years, Bige has seen all kinds of magic and can understand the principle of being trapped in a maze without even getting lost herself.

However, while she could understand and even crack the code, she couldn't achieve the same effect. It wasn't because she didn't know how; it was simply that this world wouldn't allow it.

Looking at the lifelike dolls by the roadside, which seemed to be real people, Bige became more and more suspicious that Mary and the newcomer had something going on. Otherwise, why would she go to such lengths to make such realistic dolls? The appearance was secondary; the key was the lifelike spirit they possessed. Even the dolls and servants used in Mary's castle weren't this realistic!

"Hmph, I never expected a dragon to have that kind of interest in dolls, tsk tsk..."

Bigeley inwardly grumbled, then cast a spell to weaken her aura before following the trail and the scent of the heroes.

"boom!"

As the not-so-grand, yet somewhat exotic building came into view, Bigeley was about to check if there was any detection magic when an explosion rang in her ears.

Thinking she had been exposed, Bige jumped back a few steps, but before she could cast a spell, she realized that the voice was still quite a distance away.

"Has something happened?"

Thinking of this, Bige immediately ran in the direction of the sound. In her opinion, if an accident had occurred, it must be very chaotic, which would be a good opportunity to sneak in.

He managed to sneak in, but...

"What is this for?"

No wonder Bigeley's expression was strange; the scene in the square was truly indescribable. Dozens of heroes were flushed as if they were taking a dump, and every now and then one of them would suddenly explode on the spot, looking like some kind of self-sacrifice ritual of the Ya-ge cult.

But some brave souls suddenly raise their hands, shout out strange names, and then unleash a spell that appears distorted and weak to them.

“Interesting… These spells don’t fit into this world at all!” As a demon lord bound by the rules of the world, Bige naturally knew what kind of spells the heroes used. Although these twisted spells in front of her seemed familiar, their foundation was completely different from the ones they used before.

"Why can these foolish heroes break through the restrictions, but we can't?" Bige felt bitter, but at the same time she became more and more curious. After all, even those fools who couldn't see through her disguise and would shout "wife" when they saw her could master it. If she could learn it, wouldn't she be able to learn it in no time?
But...where should I go to learn?
Or rather, how did these brave warriors learn? Did they just practice mindlessly in the square?

"Old Demon! Old Demon! Has anyone seen the Old Demon?"

Just as Bigre was wondering what was going on, she suddenly saw a somewhat familiar hero shouting loudly. "Old Demon? If you can't find him, he must be in the library!" another unfamiliar hero replied. Bigre immediately perked up—

"The library? Did that guy really share his knowledge with the hero? But what's in it for him?"

Bigeley didn't understand this at all, but she still quietly followed the player. After walking a few steps, she arrived at the so-called library.

"Wow, quite a lot!" Looking at the neatly arranged books on the bookshelf, Bige glanced warily at the dolls responsible for organizing the library, and only relaxed a little after confirming that they hadn't noticed her.

"Old Demon! Quick, help me figure out what's wrong with this design? It worked before, but I don't know why it keeps exploding!"

Unaware that a tail was following him, the jar was shouting loudly. The research fanatic, who was holding a book, looked up at the sound, saw it was the jar, and immediately said:
"What spell?"

"Rasengan." The jar calmly uttered the term. Bige didn't react much, but the research fanatic's jaw dropped.
"what do you think?"

“It’s perfect! Didn’t you demonstrate that Tai Chi ball before? I was thinking that all those magic books require learning all four elements, which is too difficult. The Rasengan only requires changes in the form of [movement (transfer)] and [static (fixation)], which I think is easier to learn. So I learned from you to fix a ball and make the magic inside spin. I succeeded once before, but it kept exploding after that.”

"No, I know the methods of cultivation, but the problem is, why do you think this thing is easy to learn? Do you know how much concentration it takes to maintain flow in multiple directions simultaneously? What level of magical power do you have that you're doing?"

Even the research fanatic was speechless. The Rasengan, which has been drawn for decades from Naruto to Boruto, from Boruto to Yoshito, and from Yoshito to Ruto, and has been passed down through ten generations of Naruto, is still a valuable thing. He must have considered it, but it's different from chakra in the anime. Every strand of mana is controlled by the brain!

"But it worked before!" Guan'er immediately sent a video to the research fanatic. At first glance, it really was a Rasengan, but...

"Ah, this..." The research fanatic was also momentarily stunned by the video, scratching his head and saying:
"Theoretically, it's fine, but this is clearly a coincidence, right? Think carefully about what you did at the time: the location, the time, and your equipment, think about everything."

Listening to the two heroes' conversation, Bige didn't understand even 30% of what they were saying, but she roughly understood that they were discussing the development of magic.

This was utterly absurd to Bigeley. In her eyes, magical research required a vast amount of knowledge and experience as a foundation, and these idiots who only knew how to fight and kill, and who called any pretty woman they saw their wife, did not seem like scholars capable of researching magic.

"Could these books really be that powerful, capable of turning a bunch of clueless idiots into magic masters?"

Bigeley's gaze was fixed on the bookshelf, but she frowned:
"Why doesn't this bookshelf even have a number? Where am I supposed to start? 'Ling Shu,' 'Su Wen,' 'Zhuangzi,' 'Laozi'... these are all names I've never heard of before. They look so difficult to understand..."

Bigeley scanned the books one by one, when suddenly her gaze focused on the spine of one book—

"Hey, this book is called the 'I Ching,' so it must mean 'very easy,' right?"

(End of this chapter)