A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 62 Useless People (asking for monthly tickets)

A snake slithered down the corridor in front of the auditorium.

The candlesticks and lights illuminated the European-style corridor as bright as day, making the pitch-black interior of the auditorium extremely eye-catching.

Grindelwald's defense system is collectively known as the Nibelungen Ring.

This set of forbidden magic circles that has been continuously improved over thousands of years has long surpassed the scope of arcane magic and possesses an operating logic comparable to autonomous will. This is magic that can be called a great achievement.

The candles and lights everywhere in the academy are the "eyes" of the Nibelung Ring. When the lights in the auditorium are turned off, it means that it is out of the Nibelung Ring's surveillance.

The snake swam in the gaps between light and shadow created by the fireworks. As the light and dark changed, it gradually stood up. Finally, the snake shed its skin and turned into a black tuxedo. The tall old man straightened his tortoiseshell glasses and swung his hand neatly. An elegant magic wand like a cane appeared in his hand.

He Mo stopped in front of the auditorium door and knocked the tip of his staff heavily on the ground.

clatter--

The crisp sound spread out like ripples and bounced back with the information. He Mo's white brows gradually frowned.

The spiritual passage in the wall was blocked, and Dementors and wandering spirits could not enter. The arcane circle hidden under the floor was silent. Even the potted plants in the auditorium lost their vitality. The gargoyle sculpture seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.
"Warrior Pot." He Mo suddenly said, "Did anyone enter the auditorium just now?"

He was talking to the painting hanging at the entrance of the auditorium.

The painting depicts a giant oil pot with twisted flesh and bloody hands and feet. Its mouth is sealed with wax in the shape of a magic circle, giving it a strange and imposing appearance. Upon hearing the Vice President's question, the oil pot stirred and shouted excitedly:
"I am the Warrior in the Pot—Alexander! No one, no hero can challenge me!"

A hint of helplessness flashed in He Mo's eyes, and then he walked forward.

Although these oil paintings look alive and can move around, they can actually only communicate with people according to the stereotyped and even somewhat labeled thinking of their lives. As time goes by, their memories and status will be refreshed, so it is normal that nothing can be found out.

But just as he was about to enter the auditorium, someone walked out from inside——

Thick white hair covered one eye, and he had a handsome face with a somewhat feminine look. His shiny leather shoes made hurried footsteps on the marble floor.

He seemed not to notice He Mo standing beside him and was about to walk out.

"Ankuya."

He Mo dragged out his words until Ankua turned around in surprise. Then he asked slowly, "What are you doing in the auditorium instead of controlling the magic circle for the fireworks?"

"——Dean Hemo?"

Ankuya was surprised that the old man was here. He quickly bowed his head and said with an apologetic smile:
"I was just about to rush back. I made a mistake while manipulating the magic circle and loaded the spell into the control matrix in the auditorium. It seems that this caused some problems with all the spells in the auditorium, so I came to check it out."

He Mo looked into Ankuya's exposed dark eyes, he was very distressed because of the mistake made at work.

The old man flicked his hand and put away his wand.

"Oh, it's rare that you would make a mistake. This seems to be the first time you've made a mistake in Grindelwald's seven years, right?"

Ankuya said guiltily, "I will submit my review to your office tomorrow."

"Haven't you had a good rest recently?" He Mo seemed to remember something. "How's the case of the artificial arcane circuit going?"

"We have basically found out everything. We will report on it at a later meeting."

"You are still so reassuring in your work."

He Mo nodded in satisfaction: "Go ahead, there's no need for a review, just let the Ring of the Nibelung conduct a self-inspection."

"Okay." Ankuya nodded energetically and trotted away.

He is a young man worth cultivating.

He Mo looked at his back, then glanced at the dark auditorium, and finally transformed into a snake again, crawling up to the window and away.

Quinn was blinking dryly into his empty glass.

I drank the Coke, but there seemed to be no changes in my body.

If there is a change, it is that the Pepsi flavor becomes Coca-Cola flavor after being mixed with the devil's ashes and the hero's magic power.

Degenerated belongs to yes.

After standing there for about four or five seconds, Quinn decided not to wait any longer and had to quickly restore the grave he had dug to its original state.

A small square box lay quietly in the pit, and the plain elder wand inside was one of the legendary holy artifacts of the human race - Merlin's Elder Wand.

Like Britain's priceless holy sword, they are both divine weapons that once killed the Demon King.

How could Grindelwald's most precious treasure be buried so carelessly here? Was it too easy to steal?
I was thinking about asking my sister for it, but forget it. Quinn is not an arcanist, so it’s useless to pick it up.

I don't know if it's because he's wearing the flesh of an Earthling, but he doesn't have a single arcane circuit in his body. Ankuya said that this kind of ultimate Muggle who can't learn any arcane magic is even rarer than Grindelwald's geniuses. He has a pointy head.

He picked up the shovel that had fallen to the side and was about to dig the soil, but then his brows furrowed and he looked at the shovel in his hand with confusion.

How did the shovel become lighter?
Quinn is from the countryside. Although he is thin, he still has some energy because he has been working since he was a child. But no matter how strong he is, he can't pick up a small shovel as easily as picking up a piece of paper, right?

At this moment, a tearing pain suddenly erupted from top to bottom in my left arm.

[Detected the birth of the extraordinary characteristics of the "brave man" in the host. 】

[According to the special ability of the potion formula, some of the magic circuits of 'Brave Merlin' and some of the organs of 'Demon Lord Cardeus Lotalia' have begun to be generated.] Bloodshot instantly covered Quinn's eyes. He stared intently and gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

He felt the muscles in his left arm being torn apart from the inside out, piece by piece... It was as if something was taking root and sprouting inside, and his flesh, blood, and fascia were the nutrients, feeding it, fueling its rapid growth.

[You are currently in the ninth order of the [Brave] destiny——]

'Useless People'

[A naked figure of unknown origin. Either he was a complete fool in life, or everything was stolen during his burial.]

Quinn was in so much pain he couldn't bear it any longer. What a stupid fool! Didn't Ankua say that this potion would take effect immediately after drinking it?!

[Useless people are useless. Therefore, I cannot bring you any power beyond the ordinary, I can only slightly improve all attributes.]

[Vitality: Your physical condition has improved. You now have the health of a 29-year-old with a regular schedule, a healthy diet, and a ten-year health and well-being.]

[Concentration: Your original concentration has exceeded the upper limit of the useless person's ability to improve, so it cannot be improved.]

[Endurance: Your cardiorespiratory endurance, muscular endurance, and overall endurance have all improved slightly, equivalent to ten years of scientific marathon training.]

[Strength: Your bone and muscle strength have increased slightly, equivalent to ten years of scientific weightlifting training.]

[Agility: Your reflexes, balance, and agility have all improved slightly, equivalent to ten years of scientific downhill mountain bike racing training.]

[Intelligence: Your original intelligence has exceeded the upper limit of useless people, so it cannot be improved.]

[Faith: You have kowtowed to Guan Erye for ten consecutive years, becoming a person of pure faith. If you switch to another religion, you will quickly gain the attention of the gods.]

[Intuition: Your poison and abnormal resistance have both increased slightly, comparable to the resistance gained from ten years of Trenbolone use. Your luck has also increased slightly, but this attribute cannot be quantified; you can refer to the B-station staff in the dynamic lottery. Also, in combat, your intuition will more easily guide you to inflict more damage.]

Quinn was stunned.

He picked up the shovel again, and sure enough, it wasn't that the shovel had become lighter, but his strength had more than doubled!
The system calls this kind of improvement slight?
The atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima caused some minor casualties, right?
But he quickly felt relieved. These improvements were within the reach of ordinary people. That day in the jewelry store, Graham, the bodyguard and a combat-class Transcendent, could punch a hole through the wall with one punch. His own abilities were nothing compared to that.

The pain in his eyes and left arm gradually subsided, as if some kind of evolution had been completed.

Merlin's Little Magic: Your left arm has been implanted with a portion of the brave Merlin's magic circuit. By infusing it with mental energy, you will be able to use Merlin's magic, 'Immobilization Spell.' The power of this circuit and this magic will increase with increasing sequence.

"Who can be determined? Ha, beasts can be determined, ordinary people can be determined, demons and ghosts, gods and Buddhas in heaven can be determined as well!"

I saw gorgeous lines emerging from the left palm, eventually forming a golden Chinese character "Ding"!
After relaxing, the word "ding" slowly disappeared and was not noticeable.

Quinn laughed out of anger. "Dude, what kind of magic are you studying in the other world?"
Harry Potter fantasy? The ultimate fantasy!
[Eye of Cardeus: By consuming mental energy, your eyes will be able to see the flow of mana and magic. These eyes will be strengthened as the sequence increases.]

[A pair of black eyes. It is said that they can allow eyeless dragons to see things they shouldn't.]

What is this, an arcane detector?
Quinn immediately decided to give it a try.

The immobilization technique had no reference point, but he could immediately feel the visual changes. Ankuya had taught him that to concentrate one only needed to empty the brain and then focus all attention and cognition on the area within the eye sockets.
Sure enough, the world in my eyes began to change gradually.

After losing the stars, the dark world seemed to be covered with a gray filter.

In the gray, there are scattered stars of light floating in the void. They are very bright silver-white, like curtains connecting the sky, on the track where the woman collected stars for herself. Are they the traces of falling stars?
Quinn couldn't help but feel a touch of awe.

If magic loses its place of residence, it will quickly degenerate into ownerless mana elements.

This is magic power that was left over from thousands of years ago. How could it leave such a clear mark after being absorbed by myself?

Quinn's gaze slowly lowered, and then his eyes suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Shit, forgot there was Merlin's Elder Wand buried down there!
It was a chilling light, as if it could devour the soul. He seemed to see the gates of hell opening to him, and the screams of the dead filled his eardrums. Quinn's heart trembled, and he subconsciously cut off the state of the Demon King's Eye.

After just a brief glance, his eyes were already dry and his temples began to ache.

…is it really just a wand?

Quinn was frightened for a moment, luckily he didn't turn on the automatic pickup function. Once this thing was taken out of this space, all the teachers in the academy would definitely be attracted to it.

[The host's condition has been detected to be stable. ]

[The conditions required to advance to the next level of the 'Brave' destiny are:]

[1. Collect 1000 Soul Fragments in total. (45/1000)]

[2. Take a random fate sequence nine potion and digest it completely.]

The system's information dissipated before my eyes.

It was not until this moment that Quinn finally understood why Ankua said that the strength of the Hero's Destiny was the highest in the entire Extraordinary Sequence.

This fuck, can you practice dual cultivation?

His eyes suddenly narrowed coldly, and murderous intent flooded in his eyes.

It would be nice to kill the hero and return home with the gold.

But if I become strong enough, can I kill another demon king before going back?
(End of this chapter)