Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Beside a trash can in a secluded alley, Rose slowly opened her eyes.

His gilded vertical pupils showed confusion. He shook his head and regained his senses.

Then, the gold in his eyes faded, turning into azure pupils.

He stood up and stretched.

He felt great, full of energy, and all the physical damage had been repaired; he no longer had back pain.

Rose's consciousness stirred, and a panel appeared before her eyes:

Name: Rose

Age: Six years old

Occupation: Dim Light-level Ancient Dragon Follower

Strength: 6 (increases slightly)

Agility: 6

Focus: 13 (Total cap increased by 1 points)

Reason: 38 (0) (This value is temporarily set due to the materialistic nature of the property)

Faith: 0 (38) (This value is temporarily set due to the materialistic nature of the character)

Traits:

[Fanatical Materialist] (Golden Trait):

1. Fanaticism: Your sanity cannot be increased; you can only increase your faith.

2. Materialism: By consuming Focus Points, you can temporarily convert all Faith Points into Reason.

3. Frenzied Rationality: When rationality drops below 0, it will be forcibly locked to 0, and negative rationality will be converted into positive faith points.

The Path of a Gu Long Follower:

[The Shining Ancient Dragon Follower]:

Promotion requirements:

1. Faith 40

2. Find your own path as a follower of the ancient dragons.

【？？？】：Not unlocked. Please achieve 【Shining Ancient Dragon Follower】 first.

prayer:

[Vitality Flow], [Lightning Gun], [Lightning Strike], [Electric Shock], [Ancient Dragon Meditation]

This sleep not only restored all my focus, energy, and damage, but also improved my strength and concentration.

This means that he can maintain a materialistic state for 13 hours without expending his concentration.

All of this comes at a price: he is now extremely hungry.

The cost of 【Ancient Dragon Meditation】 is that it accelerates nutrient consumption when used.

He remembered the bread that Tiana and her father were holding when they were under the bridge yesterday.

This means there are places to pick up supplies nearby.

Rose decided to pack up and then go get supplies.

As he was thinking this, the clothes on the ground spontaneously rolled up.

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Rose was a little stunned, but he quickly realized the reason.

It turns out that he was able to intervene in things to a certain extent through telekinesis.

He activated this ability unconsciously just now.

"When did I get this superpower?"

Rose was very puzzled.

He quickly found the reason.

The reason is his high level of rationality.

This is the special ability to manipulate reality that comes with a high level of rationality.

That is, mental power.

This is the source of power for casting magic.

Although Rose doesn't know any magic right now, thanks to his high level of rationality, he can still subconsciously use the most rudimentary methods of rationality.

Because his mental and physical state was extremely poor when he used "materialism" the first two times, he didn't notice it.

Rose said with delight:

"Although it's just the most rudimentary application and it's very energy-consuming, at least I'm not completely helpless anymore!"

Yes, just rolling up the blanket just now cost Rose 0.4 of her concentration.

Keep in mind that an electric shock only consumes 0.5 units of focus.

However, when combined with the high level of rationality that brings insight and perception, this psychic power can still produce unexpected results.

Furthermore, at least when using it, one's identity as a believer will not be revealed.

In fact, high levels of faith also have similar "basic functions".

For example, under strong faith, one possesses extremely strong intuition, judgment, and control over the body.

For example, yesterday, Rose was sore all over and didn't activate [Vitality Inflow].

However, with the blessing of a high level of faith, he was able to temporarily unleash strength and speed beyond his years.

Furthermore, he possesses astonishing on-the-spot decision-making and intuition during combat.

Although during yesterday's fight, the left punch consistently dealt more damage than the right punch.

But for Rose, who had hardly ever fought in both lifetimes combined, this was already a pretty good performance.

Rose took a knife from the pile of clothes, hid Mark in his shoe, and then hid the pile of clothes behind the trash can.

I kicked the trash can to make sure the clothes were packed down so that nothing seemed amiss from the outside.

He then stepped out of the alley, intending to collect supplies.

Soon, Rose found the place where supplies were being distributed, because the long line was impossible to miss.

With no other option, Rose went to line up.

A group of homeless people surrounded it, and the smell was simply unbearable—a mixture of urine, sweat, and the peculiar odor of leaves.

Of course, Rose, who had slept through a night of sweaty clothes and garbage, wasn't much better off.

They were birds of a feather flock together, Rose had been worried that the smell of blood on her body after killing someone might cause trouble.

Now it seems that the smell of blood is nothing more than a little girl in front of these people.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Rose felt her stomach acid burning, her stomach aching and tightening, as if her stomach was about to digest her.

Finally, we made it there, but the supplies were almost gone.

Each person's quota is a piece of bread and a cup of porridge.

The bread was the same kind that Tiana had broken off for him yesterday; it was very dry and hard.

But it wasn't that hard. After all, how hard could a loaf of bread that a five or six-year-old girl could break open be?

The person distributing the porridge was a kind-looking old man. He saw Rose, a child, come alone to collect the supplies.

He paused for a moment, but seemed to have seen this kind of scene too many times. He sighed and said nothing.

I just scooped out a little extra porridge and gave him a little more vegetables when I served him the porridge.

Rose noticed that the old man was wearing a name tag that read:

"Supervisor of the South District Congee Dispensary"

Valentine Hope

He handed Rossi the porridge and bread in a paper cup, and Rossi thanked him before turning and running away.

This wasn't because Rose was ungrateful or impolite; it was because he discovered that the food at the soup kitchen was almost gone.

There were quite a few people lined up behind him.

Clearly, there wasn't enough food to go around.

When Rose was a child, his family also took him to receive free food.

Although his home is located in a remote area, it is not a slum.

There is generally no shortage of free food there, and various communities have related activities.

However, this is a slum, which is obviously different. There are too many people coming to collect supplies, and the food is far worse.

If we don't run now, those who didn't get any food will see a six-year-old child receiving it.

What will happen?

That's so hard to guess!

Rose really didn't want to cause trouble; it was still daytime, and there were quite a few people around.

Unless you can kill everyone nearby in one go, you can't use the Ancient Dragon Faith Prayer.

But what you fear most is exactly what happens. Just after Rose had run some distance, someone called out to her:

"Hey, you brat! Give me the food you're holding!"

Rose's heart skipped a beat. Giving it was out of the question, but...

He looked around and saw a few elderly homeless people sitting on the street, clearly unable to pray using the dragon faith.

Rose made her last struggle:

"Sir, what I'm holding isn't food, it's..."

"Bullshit, you liar! I saw you take it with my own eyes!"

Upon hearing this, Rose narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the man.

He was a tall, thin homeless man with blue eyes and white skin, and had the typical homeless man's messy hair and unkempt beard.

He was wearing a dirty coat and his eyes were fixed on Rose's arms.

This is a homeless man with brains.

Rose instantly figured it out.

It's very simple. You can tell from his words that he came from the soup kitchen.

When he realized he wouldn't get any food, he immediately followed Rose.

Furthermore, he didn't try to snatch the food from Rose after she had received it; instead, he followed her all the way.

Even if he caused trouble at the soup kitchen and managed to grab the food, he might not be able to keep it, because there was a group of homeless people who hadn't received any food eyeing him covetously.

He would follow them to secluded areas, and only when they were elderly homeless people who were no match for him would he start to attack.

Rose carefully placed the cup of porridge on the ground, afraid it would spill since it wasn't covered, and then put the bread next to it.

He pulled a small knife from his pocket and said sternly:

"Sir, if you insist on doing this, I will take extreme measures."

However, his childish voice and polite tone were really not threatening.

Seeing this, the man sneered and pounced on Rose.

Rose was calm and collected. Under the influence of his high level of rationality, everything around him seemed to move slower than usual.

He pointed the knife upwards, and by then, the man was almost in front of Rose.

Just then, for some unknown reason, the man slipped and stumbled, falling towards Rose.

At this point, Rose's focus level on the panel had decreased by 4.3.

The man fell straight down, his neck landing squarely on the upward-pointing tip of Rose's knife.

"Pfft!"

Her neck was slashed open, but Rose pulled away, the blood only soaking her arm.

The man fell to the ground, one hand clutching his throat, the other wildly waving at Rose.

Rose wiped the blood-stained blade with her clothes, put the knife away, and carefully picked up the porridge and bread, saying:

"Sir, as I said, I will take extreme measures if necessary."

After that person completely lost his life, Rose searched his body for a long time, but found nothing.

He spat and said:

"You poor wretch!"

Rose turned to leave, and just then, an aged voice came from behind her:

"Kid, do you want to learn magic?"