You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Author: Star Voice

Summary:

This is an iron chain made of magic power.

You can't break free by brute force.

But it doesn’t matter, you are also a wizard, and you try to defeat magic with magic.

But you failed. You had to re-examine the chain and found that it was made up of letters that glowed one by one, linked by many symbols that you could recognize individually but could not understand when put together, and finally formed inequalities.

Your intuition tells you that the key to breaking the magic shackles is to solve these inequalities.

But the problem is...

【if……f（x）≥1/4，f（2）≥0，x≥3…max{f（x)}=?】

"???"

"Whose magic is used like this?"

Chapter 1 The Truth

"She has lips that are sometimes reserved and beautiful, and sometimes passionate, and she has waterfall-like silver hair that symbolizes nobility and holiness."

"She has a soft waist and voluptuous snow-capped hills, like ripe fruits on branches brewing intoxicating wine."

"She also has long, white legs and powerful hips. The soft silver armor tightly wraps her body, outlining a graceful line full of strength and beauty."

“And this pair of pure and wild legs is now sitting on my waist.”

"I can't see her face clearly under the thin veil, but I think she must be extremely beautiful. Her face will be stained with a blush. She will lower her head to give me a passionate kiss and quietly tell me what kind of girlish charm is hidden under the saint's proud appearance..."

……

"Wait a minute, what's her name?"

"It seems to be Olya...Olya Eldridge."

The surname "Eldridge" is of Old English origin and means "ancient ruler".

"It fits her status as a saint."

A low murmur was heard in the dim and quiet room.

The lights were off and it was dark inside and outside the windows of the living room. The only light source was the laptop screen.

Sean sat on the couch, a thin duvet covering his head like a cape, and because he was close enough, the light from the screen shone on his face, making his skin look ghostly white.

His eye sockets were a little dark, and his hair was messy even though it was covered, but his eyes were bright, like a patient with a lively spirit.

There was a glass of milk next to the notebook. Sean recalled the happy dream he had just had while typing on the keyboard, writing down the images in his mind as lines of text - this was his manuscript for the next week.

Sean is a fiction writer.

No side job.

He often has all kinds of bizarre dreams, and he always records the most impressive contents in his dreams. After a long time, Sean found that these dreams seemed to be connected, like pieces of a puzzle that were scattered, and after aligning the particles, they gradually pieced together a complete, bizarre and magical world that was completely different from modern society, but closely related to it.

Perhaps because of his "personal experience" and the two and a half years of practicing writing, the stories he presents in his novels are very delicate, and the worldview based on reality can also bring readers a stronger sense of immersion, tempting them to go deeper. Especially when he encounters the above-mentioned links, there will be many like-minded friends urging him to write more, another few tens of thousands of words.

At this time, Sean would refuse righteously.

Because that's another price.

In short, thanks to these dreams, Sean became a well-known fantasy writer, and he will have a book signing event next month.

In this era when information networks and industrial technologies have initially been integrated but have not yet been widely popularized, paper books are still the main source of income for literary works.

"Strong, beautiful, pure desire, contrast... such a saint, those guys... oh no, my dear readers, they will definitely like it."

"Let's call this chapter 'Transcendence into Sainthood'..."

Next, you should think carefully about what happened after the girl leaned over. Details are very important and need to be properly polished to create that hazy and itchy atmosphere. Finally, switch to the third person and add some God's perspective. This will provide a better reading experience and make it easier for him to create group portraits.

Sean recalled the scene in his dream - Olya's silver hair had fallen down with her movements, curling on his chest. The girl looked at him with burning eyes, pressing his arms with both hands, as if she was afraid that he would run away. He struggled symbolically several times, but to no avail, so he had to give up resistance, closed his eyes as if accepting his fate, and prepared to endure everything.

Just as the girl's tender and fiery red lips were about to seal his mouth, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door in the darkness, waking him up from his creative thoughts.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Sean, open the door!"

Sean frowned deeply.

Damn, who is disturbing him from collecting materials?

Don’t you know that writing novels requires inspiration and a quiet environment?

He specially adjusted his working hours to late at night, just because he didn't want to be disturbed by the enthusiastic female neighbor. He looked at the time, it was already 02:45 in the morning. At this time, someone still knocked on the door? ?

"Who is it? Aren't you awake so late at night?"

Sean shouted irritably.

Many writers get furious when their train of thought is interrupted, similar to how they get grouchy when they wake up, and Sean is no exception.

The person outside the door responded: "Me, Chris!"

Chris?

The familiar voice and name made Sean startled. He suspiciously lifted the quilt cover on his head, walked to the door in his slippers, and looked through the peephole. The dim corridor light illuminated a bearded face.

Is that really Chris?

Didn’t this guy disappear?

The displeasure on Sean's face instantly turned into surprise, and he quickly opened the door.

Chris was one of his few friends. He loved outdoor adventures. One time, he went out and disappeared. He never heard from him again. He didn't expect that he was still alive. The joy of meeting an old friend suddenly turned into the most sincere greetings.

"Where have you been these past two years? I couldn't get through to you on the phone, and you didn't reply to my messages. I thought you were dead."

"Come on, come in, sit down first... Wait a minute, what about your legs?"

Sean pulled Chris into the house and found that he was wearing a pair of stockings on his thick and strong legs.

Still black stockings.

"Increases attack speed."

Sean: "?"

"I'm being targeted, Sean." Chris said seriously.

Sean: "..."

No, man.

It would be strange if you didn't get noticed when you're dressed like this, right?

"You...oh, never mind. I'll go get you a glass of water." Sean hesitated to speak. He didn't know what Chris had been through, but in the end he chose to respect his friend's choice.

He was about to go to the kitchen to get a cup, but Chris grabbed his wrist and said in a low voice: "No, hurry up, before they find me, I have something very important to tell you."

"I discovered the secret of this world." said Chris.

Sean was confused: "Secret?"

"Yes." Chris said seriously, "The world we live in now is not round, it's flat."

Sean: “Huh?”

Chris was afraid that Sean wouldn't understand, so he used gestures to make two more intuitive movements.

One “0” and one “”.

Sean: "..."

He looked at Chris's extremely solemn expression, then looked at Chris's legs in black stockings, broke free from his hand without leaving a trace, and silently took a half step back.

Seeing his disbelief, Chris said anxiously, "Really, Sean, I didn't lie to you, you have to believe me."

"This pair of stockings is not ordinary stockings. I picked it up from a mysterious grove."

"Its function is not to increase the attack speed of others, but to increase my own attack speed."

Sean: "..."

Grove?

Increase your attack speed?

Even stranger, my friend.

"Listen to me, Sean." Chris continued, "In our inherent cognition, people will die if they are killed, crows have black feathers, coffee can make cattle and horses work more efficiently, and milk can also be used as a lubricant... right?"

"But!"

"The truth of this world is that people can be resurrected after being killed, crows have colorful feathers, coffee can make people sleep forever, and milk can be as hard as iron..."

"Don't these things seem familiar to you?"

Of course I am familiar with it.

Aren’t these all settings in his novels?

Chris is so clear...

Putting aside some of his habits that he understood but didn't agree with, Sean suddenly felt a little touched.

"So you've been secretly reading my book."

"How is it, not bad?" Sean asked with a blink.

This guy never had the patience to read before. When he was planning to write a book, he just mentioned it to Chris casually, but he didn't expect Chris to take it to heart.

"Sean! Why don't you understand? This is not a question of whether I read the book or not, it's that I encountered the things in your book!"

Sean was slightly surprised: "Is the sense of immersion so strong?"

Chris: "?"

He raised his voice: "I'm not kidding you!"

"Really?" Sean tilted his head. "Then tell me, why didn't I encounter it?"

"Because they are covering it all up and fighting for it all! There is a lot of blood flowing freely in dark corners that we fools don't notice, like cheap prostitutes overflowing with lust!" Chris said, then suddenly changed his words, "No, that's not right! You encountered it, you have already encountered it... Your dream, everything in your dream is real, you know it... You know it all!"

He stood up, grabbed Sean's shoulders and shook him, becoming more and more excited as he spoke: "Stop your story, Sean! Leave here, leave this city, they will find you!"

"Wait...be gentle." Sean was dizzy. "What was discovered?"

"I discovered you're a wizard too!"

Sean: "..."

No, he is just a novelist, how can he be a wizard?

Besides, if that were to happen, wouldn’t that be a good thing?

Who doesn't wish they had supernatural powers?

"You'll die!"

"Sean, history has always been a circle. The witch hunt movement six hundred years ago has begun again!" Chris' eyes were bloodshot due to excessive exertion. His mental state was tending towards madness, and there was a hint of undisguised fear in his tone.

"Witch hunt?"

"That's right!"

The witch-hunting movement recorded in history was born out of the collapse of the feudal system and manor economy in the Middle Ages. It was dark and cruel. People at that time generally lacked a sense of security and did not trust each other. They believed that social chaos was related to the devil and wizards. Therefore, whenever a disaster or misfortune struck, they would accuse others of being wizards on false charges and send them to the stake.

And this is just appearance.

The essence of the witch hunt is to hunt down the real wizards hiding among ordinary people and forcibly change everyone's beliefs!

Chris's tone was not joking at all. Sean had known him for many years, but this was the first time he saw him so panicked. He looked into Chris' eyes, and was infected by the strong panic in them, and his heart became uneasy for a moment.

Is what Chris said true?

"But I'm not a wizard, am I?"