Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Rose looked at the old homeless man lying on the ground in pain without saying a word. The doubts in her heart did not lessen, but increased instead.

There were many things that Rose couldn't understand, but seeing the old homeless man like this, she couldn't answer his questions either.

Rose had a pretty good idea of ​​the old homeless magician's identity; it was most likely true.

Rose said to the old homeless man:

"I believe you now. I do have two vials of enhancement potions, but they're not with me right now. I'll go back and get them. Remember your promise: one vial for one spell."

Rose looked at the old homeless man curled up on the ground, clutching the pendant and muttering incoherently, and left without caring whether he heard her or not.

Through the old tramp's narration, Rose gained a rudimentary understanding of the magical world.

The old homeless man's account was vague, and much of it was based on what he considered to be common sense, which Rose found perplexing and difficult to understand.

However, just through the old homeless man's narration, Rose inexplicably felt an extremely rigorous and precise sense of design.

The old homeless man's fate was perhaps sealed the moment he discovered his talent at school and took out a 40-year loan.

After paying off his student loans and mortgage, he used drugs to pay off the mortgage just before retirement. Then, after retiring, he had to sell the house he had just finished paying off the mortgage on.

As people enter old age, they are forced to work. After taking medication for two or three years, the price of the medication "just happens" to rise, making it impossible to continue and causing them to quickly fall into a deep abyss.

Everything was so precise, so precise that Rose felt a chill.

"It seems that this world has a completely different social structure from the country I lived in in my previous life."

Rose looked up at the sky, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy gray mist.

In the mist, it seemed as if a Grim Reaper wielding a scythe was tirelessly swinging it, indiscriminately slaughtering everyone.

"The pace of life in this world is completely different from my previous life, and it's very complex."

Rose turned her gaze to the filthy street, the walls splattered with sewage, the homeless man sitting on the ground, and the drug addicts kneeling and standing, convulsing.

"I need to be more careful."

Rose reminded herself of this.

Just then, a brand-new flyer posted on the wall caught Rose's attention.

With his high level of rationality and enhanced memory, Rose vaguely remembered that when he walked down this street that morning on his way to the soup kitchen, there was no such flyer yet.

He went closer to examine it and found that the flyer was an arrest warrant.

Arrest warrant

邪教徒

name: unknown

Belief: An unknown evil god, possibly related to lightning.

Feature: A young child with golden vertical pupils

Age: Approximately six years old

Evil Deeds: Extremely Dangerous! Believes in an unknown evil god, wields lightning, falls into darkness, murders his father and mother, and indiscriminately kills 34 innocent people.

A reward of 2000 marks will be given to those who provide clues, and a reward of 500 million marks will be given to those who capture the target.

This arrest warrant is guaranteed by the Arcane Council and is valid nationwide.

"The arrest warrant has already reached the slums?!"

Rose's azure eyes scanned the wanted poster; it was clearly about Rose.

"A demon god of lightning? Luckily I was cautious yesterday. If I had actually sold those three corpses, I might be tied to the stake today!"

Rose felt a wave of fear wash over her.

Upon seeing the words "murdering one's father and mother," Rose was visibly taken aback.

Painful, deliberately avoided memories flooded back, and Rose's memory of her parents' gentle gestures was now tinged with disgusting posturing.

Many details that were not noticed in childhood are now being unearthed and given reasonable explanations.

"vomit!"

Rose, clutching the food, knelt on the ground and began to dry heave.

Despite her deliberate avoidance, the painful memory remained in her heart. Only now did Rose realize, like Bigan who was slow to understand, that her heart had been torn apart and was bleeding.

He felt his heart was aching terribly, as if it were being torn apart.

His eyes were wide open and bulging, the whites of his eyes were covered with golden blood vessels, and his blue pupils were squeezed and flattened, gradually turning into vertical pupils.

"Why, why, the motherly and fatherly love I finally received was fake, why, why did you treat me like this..."

He remembered the ecstasy and fervor that had crept onto his mother's gentle and virtuous face as she dragged and pulled him into the "bishop's" room.

He remembered his mother's distraught expression, her eyes filled with malice as she stared at him, choking him and cursing him.

"You little beast who crawled out of hell! Did you come here to drain the last hope out of me?! I wish I had never given birth to you! How dare you live in this world! You're just here to collect a debt! You're a devil! You're retribution! I hate you so much! I hate you so much!"

Each curse turned into thorns that entwined around Rose's heart, threatening to crush it.

At that moment, the remaining 38 points of reason, which were about to be transformed into faith, came into play.

"What exactly is this cult of self-nature? Why do the bishops there look more like nobles on a visit than bishops?"

With her remaining rationality, Rose began to think, recalling the holy children who were by the bishop's side.

"Who's behind this? Are we, these so-called 'holy children,' being groomed for this very purpose?"

As her attention began to shift and the painful memories faded somewhat, Rose remembered that most of the gods worshipped by the Self-Nature Cult were animals, and that fanatics would experience related mutations.

"Who has the power to mass-produce believers for amusement right under the nose of the magic capital?"

As she shifted her focus to contemplation, the golden blood vessels in Rose's eyes began to fade, and her pupils, which were about to transform into vertical pupils, stabilized at a deep blue.

By recalling various details, Rosell roughly understood the structure of the Self-Nature Church, which he had previously belonged to.

This is about cultivating people into fanatical believers, thereby causing related physical mutations.

For example, believing in angels might grant one wings, or believing in beasts might grant one beast-related characteristics.

Then it becomes a place for people to have fun.

Those who indulge in pleasure are undoubtedly powerful individuals, since privately cultivating or protecting believers is a capital offense.

"I will catch the mastermind behind this and inflict the same pain upon him!"

Gradually, Rose's breathing became steady and his emotions stabilized. He stood up, his eyes gleaming with a calm, azure light.

At this moment, the bread in his arms was squeezed out of shape, and the paper cup on his chest was also crushed, with about a third of the soup inside spilled out.

Now, his primary goal is to survive in this slum and remain undiscovered as a believer.

Then, by leveraging the materialistic nature of the fanatical materialist, he learns magic and gains the power to put on display.

Thinking of this, Rose prepared to go back to where he hid his things, which was the trash can, where there were two enhancement agents he had obtained yesterday.

With this, you can exchange it for two spells from the old magician.