Physical mage, challenge me to a solo duel!

About ten minutes later, Wang Yi and Qi Xiaohao finally entered a villa area.

Standing in front of the gate of a rather elaborately decorated four-story villa, Wang Yi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Is this my home?"

"No, this is my home." Qi Xiaohao turned Wang Yi around 180 degrees and said, "Brother E, this is your home."

Wang Yi turned around and saw a two-story building. Although it didn't look as luxurious and grand as Qi Xiaohao's house, it was still a pretty nice house.

This is especially true for someone like Wang Yi, who in his previous life worked himself to the bone but couldn't even afford a toilet—a lowly, backwater existence.

"This one property alone is enough to feed me for the rest of my life!" Wang Yi said excitedly, filled with gratitude for his parents whom he had never met.

But... why are there so many crooked and messy characters on the exterior wall of this house?

"Paying back debts is a matter of course!"

"Respect others' debtor rights and collect debts in a reasonable and legal manner!"

"Give me my money back!"

"If you don't pay back your debts today, your whole family will be finished tomorrow!"

"Miss Bao, 1381438XXXX!"

"What are these things? My house! My wonderful house! Where's the property management? Where are the police? Is anyone in charge of this?!"

Wang Yi stared in horror at the contents on the wall, feeling both angry and fearful.

Could it be that besides squandering his family fortune, the original owner also had an extra huge famine?

Could the debt collection companies in this world be some kind of evil force composed of dark mages?

If you can't pay back the money, will you make people pay it back with their buttocks?

"Oh, that's all in the past, don't worry," Qi Xiaohao comforted him. "The money has all been paid back. Brother E, would you like to come over for dinner?"

"Never mind, I'm a little tired. I'm going home to sleep." Wang Yi shook his head and refused.

Qi Xiaohao, this chubby boy, is relatively easy to talk to, but his parents are a different story. It's best to avoid seeing them for now, so as not to let them find out anything.

After waving goodbye to Qi Xiaohao, Wang Yi arrived at his front door.

He couldn't find a key on his person, but the door was unlocked with a password and fingerprint. After trying a few fingers, the door opened with a slight "click".

After entering the house and closing the door, Wang Yi first ran around upstairs and downstairs to get a feel for the basic layout of the house.

The first floor consists of one kitchen, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and one living room.

There are two bedrooms, one large and one small. The larger one is probably the parents' bedroom. Although it has been unoccupied for a long time, it is still very clean. The smaller bedroom, on the other hand, has accumulated a lot of dust.

"It seems the original owner wasn't entirely without merits after all." Standing in front of his parents' clean and tidy bedroom, looking at the family photo of the three of them on the bedside table, Wang Yi felt a pang of sadness.

The unfamiliar parents in the photo are wearing dark military uniforms and smiling broadly as they hold a two- or three-year-old child.

A sudden wave of sadness washed over Wang Yi.

Sniffing, Wang Yi carefully closed the bedroom door and went upstairs.

The second floor consists of two bedrooms, a bathroom, a study, and a large balcony.

In one of the bedrooms, Wang Yi finally found traces of the original owner's life.

The bedroom was simply furnished, with only a bed, a wardrobe, a computer, a desk, and a swivel chair.

A few pieces of clothing were carelessly tossed on the back of the swivel chair. The bed was messy, with the blankets tucked into a ball in the corner. Around the full trash can were some takeout boxes and a lot of crumpled tissues.

Wang Yi kicked away the wad of toilet paper at his feet, feeling a bit annoyed. Wasn't the original owner a regular at bars and nightclubs? Judging from the photos and videos, he should have seen and eaten his fill of such things. Why was he wasting so much paper?

What's wrong? Are you nostalgic? You think traditional craftsmanship can't be lost?

After searching through his bedroom and study, Wang Yi hoped to find something like a diary. If he had one, it would greatly help him understand his past, maintain his public image, integrate into social circles, and establish himself in society.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, I still couldn't find it. It's clear that Wang Yi's original self was also a serious person who didn't keep a diary.

Although the diary was not found, it was not a complete loss. Wang Yi eventually found a wooden box more than a meter long under the bed.

It's heavy and has a lot of weight to it.

Filled with curiosity, Wang Yi opened the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box were a bunch of regular-sized spheres, each the size of a pigeon's egg, and a small box with a lock.

Most of these spheres were grayish, but a few emitted a faint glow.

"Playing marbles at this age? Wait, could it be...?"

Wang Yi thought of a possibility and picked up one of the fluorescent marbles.

Just as Wang Yi was examining it closely, a sudden change occurred, and a cluster of words abruptly appeared above the marble.

Fireball [Normal]: Releases a fireball attack (cannot be absorbed).

Earthquake Eruption [Rare]: A pillar of fire erupts from the ground, causing fire and impact damage (cannot be absorbed).

Wow!

Wang Yi stared blankly at the words that appeared above the marble, and a voice seemed to echo in his mind.

"Ding!"

"Your cheat has been credited. Press F1 to enjoy an unparalleled gaming experience!"

Of course, this sound was purely Wang Yi's own imagination. In fact, apart from the words that suddenly appeared on the marble, there were no other sounds or words in his mind.

There is no explanation or description of what the words on the marbles mean or why they appear.

"system?"

Wang Yi called out tentatively.

No response.

"Gods? Monsters? A personal old man?"

There was still no response.

What happened?

Wang Yi put down the marble and replaced it with a misty marble.

This time, there weren't even any words.

Pick up the red marble again, and the text appears again.

Fireball [Normal]: Releases a fireball attack (cannot be absorbed).

Earthquake Eruption [Rare]: A pillar of fire erupts from the ground, causing fire and impact damage (cannot be absorbed).

Wang Yi touched his chin with his left hand, thought for a moment, then put down the marble, rummaged through the box, and picked up another glowing marble.

The text reappeared this time, but the content had changed.

Sunfire [Normal] Unleashes a blazing solar ray attack (cannot be absorbed).

Illumination Spell [Normal]: Releases a ball of light for illumination (can be absorbed).

"Just as I thought!" Wang Yi confirmed in his mind.

These marble-like objects must be the magic crystals Qi Xiaohao mentioned, and the text that appears should be the magic contained within the magic crystals.

Why can some be absorbed while others cannot?

Also, are these words visible to every monk, or only to oneself?

There's a big difference here!

If every mage could see this, it would likely be the necessary process for learning magic.

If only I can see it, then is it because I am truly gifted, or do I have a system protecting me?

Unable to make a judgment, Wang Yi cautiously refrained from taking any further action.

After putting the marbles back in the wooden box, Wang Yi went to the computer and pressed the power button.

After the computer was turned on, Wang Yi first browsed through the contents of the hard drive, then found the search engine and started searching for some things.

Although there was a large folder called "Study Materials" on the hard drive, Wang Yi had long since lost much trust in the original owner of the body and preferred to search for it himself.