Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

hiss~

Lin Qi suddenly felt a chill.

What happened?

Coincidence? Or...?

He continued flipping through the pages. On the next page, a boy in a painting stood in front of a room, the interior of which was clearly visible.

This is a simple room, only a few square meters.

The room was completely empty except for a desk set up at the far end.

A black book sits quietly on the desk.

Lin Qi's expression turned serious.

He continued to turn to the next page, and on the next page, the boy in the picture sat down in a chair and opened the book on the table.

The following pages depict the boy reading books.

Although the boy is always facing away from him, the illustrations in the book show that every movement and body language of the boy on every page is very similar to his.

at last,

After flipping through several pages, one illustration finally showed the boy's profile.

The lines were still rough, the outline still simple, but when Lin Qi saw that face, he felt a chill run down his spine.

The painting within the painting is clearly of himself!

Every detail of that face—the brow bone, the bridge of the nose, the jawline, the curve of the lips—was his.

It's not similar, it's not a coincidence, it's exactly the same!

It was as if someone had secretly drawn a portrait of him without his knowledge and tucked it inside this storybook that had been sitting in this room for who knows how long.

"Tick...tick..."

A bead of cold sweat slowly slid down Lin Qi's forehead without him even noticing.

He suddenly felt a chill down his back, as if something unseen was standing behind him, slowly exhaling onto the back of his neck.

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But he wasn't flustered at all... or so I thought.

Silently gathering his mental energy, Lin Qi immediately prepared to summon the portal.

"Phew~"

He let out a soft sigh of relief, then carefully turned his eyes and looked around.

His movements were stiff, like a machine, clumsy and awkward.

Only after confirming that there was nothing unclean around him did he turn his attention back to his book.

Turn to the next page.

The view on the next page is directed towards the door. An unfamiliar old man appears at the doorway, wearing a gray cloak with most of his face covered by the hood.

Lin Qi immediately looked up and headed towards the doorway.

Almost at that very moment.

With a soft click, the closed door to the study opened outwards.

An old man appeared at the door of the room.

He wore a dark gray robe, the fabric of which was indistinguishable, neither wool nor linen, and shimmered with a soft, understated sheen in the candlelight.

Her long, grayish-white hair cascaded down her shoulders in wavy curls. Her face was covered in wrinkles, and her eyes were dark gray with deep pupils, like two bottomless wells.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Lin Qi sat at his desk, looking up at the old man.

The old man stood at the doorway, gazing at him.

After a moment, the old man broke the silence: "It seems I've returned just in time."

He gave a kind smile and pointed to the book in Lin Qi's hand: "Didn't scare you, did I?"

Lin Qi swallowed hard. "A little..."

The old man chuckled knowingly: "Few children who glimpse the Book of Truth for the first time are able to stay at their desks; most of them run out screaming."

"You're the first person in all these years who can sit so calmly at this table... Huh?"

At this point, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

In an instant, Lin Qi suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy sweep over him, as if his entire body had been seen through.

The old man opened his eyes, and a look of sudden realization appeared in his wise eyes: "So that's how it is! I was being rude."

At this point, he crossed his hands over his shoulders, bowed slightly to Lynch, and performed a strange gesture.

The old man spoke first: "Advanced Apprentice, Dulin Merris, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Perhaps because his mind was still focused on the book in his hand and this incredible and bizarre phenomenon, Lin Qi didn't react for a moment.

She just instinctively opened her mouth and said, "Ah..."

However, he only got halfway through his sentence before he finally came to his senses, and his voice suddenly rose: "Huh?"

He exclaimed in surprise, "You are Scholar Meris?"

'Teng' (腾) means to take off or land.

He stood up from his chair, looked at the strange book in his hand, then at the Grand Scholar Meris in front of him, and recalled the mental field that had just swept over him.

Lynch's eyes widened: "You...you're a wizard!"

yes...

It should have been expected, after all, besides wizards, who else has such extensive knowledge to build such a library?

Lynch then belatedly realized that he had probably been misled by Colin's statement that "Merris has a wizard friend."

Merris gave Lynch a strange look: "I thought you were a visiting apprentice, but it seems I misunderstood something?"

With that, he pulled a short-handled wand from his sleeve and tapped lightly on the door frame next to him.

In an instant, a strange scene unfolded.

The walls seemed to come alive, emitting a soft, rustling sound.

One brick after another loosened and gradually shrank back, each brick retreating smoothly into the floor.

The walls disappeared, replaced by a vast, open space that stretched into the distance.

The ceiling disappeared, revealing the clear afternoon sky overhead, with just the right amount of white clouds drifting by, and the sunlight lazily streaming down.

Suddenly, a soft touch came from the ground.

Lin Qi looked down and realized that the library's wooden floor had disappeared sometime during the night, replaced by a soft, thick lawn.

The lush green grass looked like it had just been washed by spring rain, with tiny, glistening water droplets hanging on the tips of the grass, refracting a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Scattered among the grass are tiny white flowers, evenly distributed, like a meticulously painted oil painting.

The desk in front of Lin Qi seemed to come alive.

The wood grain on the tabletop began to twist and flow, like syrup being stirred, and the rectangular outline gradually blurred and disappeared.

What emerges is a rounded, smooth arc.

A few seconds later, the oak desk transformed into an exquisite, round garden stone table.

"Splash!"

A clear, crisp sound of flowing water could be heard.

Lin Qi looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pool not far ahead, where several young people about his age were sitting.

Some were engrossed in reading, some were writing something on parchment, and some were discussing something in hushed tones.

Their posture was casual yet focused, as if the courtyard were their classroom and the grass were their desks.