Full-Time Magister: I Had No Intention of Reaching the Dimensional Throne

Chapter 42 What a terrible thing to do!

Having achieved their goal of witnessing the demon, the two women knew that they couldn't possibly fight a slave-level demon with their combined strength, so there was no need to continue.

So the three of them came out together.

"Training requires a team, and you're missing a destruction mage."

On the way back, Bai Mo pointed out the flaws in their previous battle.

Hearing this, Mu Nujiao nodded in agreement, "Although I should be at level two by then and able to use Vine Transformation - Whip, level two Whip won't be able to deal fatal damage to demons, so I'll need a Destruction Mage as a teammate."

"Jiaojiao, I think Zhang Lulu is really good. She's a lightning-type." Ai Tutu, who had been listening intently, said at this moment.

"Hmm." Mu Nujiao nodded, clearly thinking of this classmate as well.

Bai Mo, who was walking leisurely to the side, also raised an eyebrow, feeling inexplicably that the name sounded familiar.

They flagged down two cars, and the three of them went home separately.

The regional elimination rounds ended quickly, and unsurprisingly, they came in first place.

In Bai Mo's opinion, the latter two opponents were not much stronger than the Changkong High School team he faced in the first match.

However, their opponents in the third match were surprisingly able to stack Water Defense, even if it could only be used once, it was still quite remarkable.

Unfortunately, Mei Qian is a lightning mage, so the two layers of water defense were not very effective.

However, after two battles, Mei Qian, Zhou Tianyuan, and Zhao Qingying's use and connection of magic became smoother and more natural.

He also exuded a more confident and sharp aura, showing a slight hint of a young genius.

They are all talented people, and they only realize their outstanding abilities now, probably because they were oppressed by their teachers for too long in school.

Bai Mo thought that might be the case.

They didn't consider their own reasons at all.

"What is this?"

Bai Mo sat on his beanbag chair at home, looking at the rhomboid crystal with seven colors that the Bai family head had just given him, and asked the Bai family head, who was always looking at his tablet when he was resting.

He immediately ruled out Nian Shi. Although he had never actually seen Nian Shi, he had seen pictures of her, and she didn't look that alluring.

The head of the Bai family didn't even raise his head, and said in an extremely indifferent tone:

"The Illusionary Stone possesses both spatial and psychological attributes, primarily the psychological attribute. It is a cultivation resource for tempering mental power. Crushing it will allow you to experience a life memory that doesn't belong to you, as if in a dream—perhaps a tree, a bird, an insect, a demon, or a person!"

"Different experiences and different feelings will not make you deeply immersed in them, but they can all be transformed into nourishment for your spiritual growth."

"Tsk tsk, where did you get this?" Bai Mo clicked his tongue. Had his long-lost family support returned? He needed to confirm it.

"You don't need to worry about it. The family can only provide you with one of these every six months, and you can only use one every six months, otherwise there is a risk of developing a mental disorder."

Bai Mo raised an eyebrow slightly, curiously asking, "The family has this kind of channel? How come I didn't know?"

Upon hearing this, the Bai family head, hidden beneath the tablet, his lips slightly curved in a greenish glow, spoke in a calm tone:

"It didn't exist before, but it does now!"

"Oh," Bai Mo said, slightly dazed. "How is this thing made?"

"I don't know! This is the ability of a mind mage, or it might be a secret technique. Anyway, it's not a forbidden art, so you can use it without worry."

"Alright." Bai Mo nodded, secretly planning to ask the little treasure Lingling and the great observer Ding Yumin. "Then I'm going to dream now."

"etc!"

"Hey, what's up?"

The head of the Bai family paused for a moment before saying, "You have your uncle's son, your cousin Bai Zangfeng's, Feixin account, right? If not, add him yourself."

"What are you doing?" Bai Mo asked, puzzled.

"Zang Feng is going on a field training trip, and your uncle wants you to give him some pointers."

"That's it~" Bai Mo pursed his lips, thinking it was something serious.

He definitely has Fetion. I'll send him some of the better-written summaries of experiences from the class group later.

Bai Zangfeng was actually a few months older than him. The reason he was a year younger was because he missed the magic entrance exam due to an accident, but he was too proud to take the back door.

So he's a year younger than me.

Speaking of my eldest uncle, he is currently the most accomplished cultivator among the middle generation of the Bai family, so he has been focusing on cultivation and staying out of worldly affairs.

The Bai family head focused his energy on managing family affairs because he wasn't particularly talented in magic.

As for Bai Zangfeng, he has talent, but he's a bit arrogant.

However, things were alright in front of him.

Thinking this, Bai Mo was about to get up and go back to his room to see what was inside the Illusion Stone.

He turned around, then stopped and asked, "Patriarch Bai, what if the Illusionary Stone contains a woman's life memories?"

"No, after you wake up, you will only know what species you are and your general experiences. As for your gender and all other details, you will not remember them."

"That's alright." Nodding, dispelling his concerns, Bai Mo returned to his room.

I'll take care of my daily meditation and my journey through different dimensions first.

Bai Mo then lay down on the bed, placed the Illusion Stone between his eyebrows, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on the steps by the sea, with a little girl beside him. The little girl asked him sweetly:

"So you'll be my older brother from now on?"

He put one hand on the little girl's shoulder, looked at her earnestly, and said:

"Yes! Your brother will always protect you from now on!"

Then the scene shifted, as if a shortcut key had been pressed, and Bai Mo's mind was completely immersed in it. He seemed to have done a lot of things, but he had no recollection of any of them.

When the scene before me became clear again, I saw that I was in a place that looked like an orphanage or something similar.

They were desperately holding onto a little girl who had fallen to the ground. The little girl was still adorable, but she was in front of them.

Another monster, with a starfish-shaped head, a white face, pale eyes, and covered in lush green leaves, was approaching with heavy steps.

"Get up, get up quickly!" he shouted desperately, pulling the little girl's hand.

The little girl looked at him, tears welling in her eyes, but she couldn't stand up, and she called out anxiously:

"Brother, I can't run anymore!"

"Come on, you can do it, hurry up!" he said, offering encouragement like a coach would to an athlete.

"Wow!!!"

The monster's terrifying roar followed immediately.

The little girl cried out, "I really can't run anymore!"

Bai Mo felt strange. He was just as heartbroken as that boy, but the deepest clarity in his mind told him that this was a dream, and the scene in front of him was quite familiar.

The story continues—

He held the little girl's hand, repeatedly shouting, "Hurry up! Get up!" while observing the monster that was getting closer and closer.

The little girl sobbed, "I really can't run anymore!"

After a struggle, he was startled by the monster's loud roar and dropped his hand, and the monster came to the little girl.

He hurriedly stood up, grabbed a stone from the black bag in his hand, and ran away.

Time flowed on once more, and consciousness returned to its slumber. In the blink of an eye, countless years had passed. He returned once more to the city that held such a deep and unforgettable place in his heart.

Become an intern presenter.

It was already late at night, and I was just about to pick up a younger sister when I saw several suspicious-looking guys.

So he shouted and turned on his high beams to attract everyone's attention.

With another leap, he knocked down the suspicious individuals, uttered a rather arrogant remark, casually flicked his satchel, transformed into the Black Rhino Armor, and defeated the suddenly appearing alien beast.

Then she would mock the man whose appearance was comparable to her own.

After several more battles and hardships, he defeated Flame Dragon Knight and became the Armor Captain.

However, the plot always slows down when he recalls his childhood promise to Bing'er to protect her forever.

then.

He went to his usual restaurant, ordered a hot orange juice, answered a call from a teammate, and gave him a stern lecture:

"Old habits die hard! A rotten orange is a rotten orange."

Deep within his soul, Bai Mo's remaining conscious awareness was somewhat speechless. He didn't want to watch the rest of the story, so this last wisp of his mind was completely immersed in the plot.

Only the spiritual power of the Empty Illusion Stone was left to maintain the clarity and transparency of his true nature.

The scenes kept changing, and he did what he thought was right, only to be slapped hard by reality in the face in the end.

He then had a sudden change of heart, transformed into synthetic materials to save the world, and finally lived a peaceful and uneventful life.

When Bai Mo woke up, he opened his eyes, his gaze was hazy for a few seconds, and then it became clear again.

He took a deep breath, and his first thought was that he was speechless.

What is this?!

The guy who made this Illusionary Stone, is he crazy?! Bai Mo then fell into an even deeper silence and sighed.

"What a terrible thing to do!!"

There were no Armor Heroes in this world originally, but then they came into being.

Why?

First of all, Bai Mo felt that it definitely had nothing to do with him.

He only gave him an idea and a script that was pretty much the same because he heard that his second uncle's magical artifacts weren't selling.

Yes, it's all my second uncle's fault!

As for the profit sharing from the sale of magical items?

Sorry, he forgot.

These armors and magical artifacts were only popular for a short time because the pictures were so different from the real thing, and in recent years they haven't even been worth as much as his pocket money.

In conclusion: The creator of this Void Stone is utterly despicable!

Hmm, thinking of this, Bai Mo suddenly remembered that his second uncle had asked him last week if he had any ideas for making another gay film.

Bai Mo fell into deep thought.

I heard they're going to launch a new batch of demon-slaying tools, and they'll give him a third of the profits.

Wuxia stories are still quite popular in this world, and besides, he's not a child anymore. How about we give him a similar story like The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber?

Although he vaguely remembered the plot, this was a magical world, and there were plenty of ways to recall it.

Blue Light's Moon Potion is a great choice; it can evoke long-forgotten memories.

Shaking his head and pulling himself out of his thoughts, Bai Mo began to savor his gains.

He took out the mental strength testing device he had bought last time, which was a device similar to a thermometer.

However, its detection effect is not precise. When Bai Mo's mental power landed on it, its light brightened and gradually filled the first three squares, indicating that his mental realm was level three.

However, it cannot provide answers regarding what the third level entails or how far away the next stage is.

Setting it aside, Bai Mo could feel his mental strength increase considerably, but by how much? He didn't know, but it was definitely a lot.

This is equivalent to the gains from the mental training over the past six months.

The cultivation of mental strength, at the third level, lies in accumulation. "He who travels a hundred miles is only halfway there at ninety," regardless of how much mental strength has increased now.

As long as you haven't broken through the boundary between level three and level four, then you haven't accumulated enough and need to keep accumulating.

Because this involves crossing the gap between the minor and intermediate realms, its difficulty is not much different from a mage's cultivation breaking through from the intermediate to the advanced level. Quantitative change alone is not enough; continuous quantitative change is needed to generate qualitative change.

Ultimately, one reaches the fourth level, the intermediate stage.

The Illusion Stone does have some use, but I don't know what the family paid for this channel to obtain it.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Mo stopped thinking about it. One generation plants the trees, and another enjoys the shade. Isn't he also one of the predecessors? The torch is passed on, and that's how it is.

I'm looking forward to reading this, and I highly recommend it.

(End of this chapter)