Necromancer's Second-Original Chat Group

"It seems the storm rally is part of the Reshaping Hand's operation! Oh no! Wanqi is in danger!"

Virtue now deeply regrets splitting his forces, especially having thrown Wan Qi, who has almost zero knowledge of the mystical world, into the enemy's lair.

Damn it, this mistake was so wrong!

"Hey, are you sure it's Wan Qi who's in danger, and not the Reshaping Hand? Maybe when we get there, he'll be sitting in a chair with a glass of red wine and a steak, lounging around and greeting us."

After witnessing Wan Qi's strength, Xing Jin felt that if the Hand of Reconstruction could handle this guy, then they shouldn't have gone to the Rainstorm Gathering. To a mystic of that level, they were no different from ordinary mortals.

"Achoo!" Wan Qi, who was enjoying his red wine and steak, sneezed and muttered, "Thinking, cursing, and muttering... Is someone thinking about me?"

"So, sir, do you like our signature dishes?" Forget-Me-Not asked politely.

"The manager's cooking skills are impeccable, definitely at the level of a royal chef!"

"I'm glad you like it. Would you like some red grape juice?"

"want! "

In the past, Wan Qi would never touch anything related to alcohol, but now he doesn't care. Besides, under the prohibition, any drinks that can be openly displayed contain only a negligible amount of alcohol, making them essentially no different from grape juice.

However, what Forget-Me-Not brought out wasn't ordinary grape juice; it was his own treasured stock, as a way of thanking Wan Qi for his generosity. But Wan Qi himself drank the red wine as if it were plain water.

Shake it, and savor it?

Stop joking. He's not interested in petty bourgeois nonsense. Satisfying his own stomach is the most important thing.

After enjoying the red wine and steak, Wan Qi was completely satisfied. He stretched in front of the counter and prepared to walk around to digest his food.

At this moment, the guests around him were whispering among themselves, but compared to the arrogance of the previous elite, these guests were much more humble.

"Is that young man the mystic from Aurora?"

"Yes, I just saw it (describe the process). I have never seen a mysterious spell in my life that can restrain a person without any preparation or chanting, and it was used by a child."

"Not only were they unprepared, but they didn't even use their staffs. They just raised their hands and it was done. Are all the mystics of Aurora monsters?"

"Although the secular world of Aurora has declined, the Aurora mysticism community, with its long history, has always been very strong."

"really?"

"Hey, judging from your tone, you must be a mystic born in the United States, right?"

"Any questions?"

"Then you should go to Europe to study, but it would be best to study in Aurora University. That way you will know how big the world of mysticism really is. Mystics who have not studied in Aurora University can only be considered half-baked."

"It's not that exaggerated, is it? He's just a backward and decadent old man."

"hehe."

Wan Qi could naturally hear what these people were saying. Even if he couldn't hear them with his ears, his mental perception in a passive state could cover a spherical area with a radius of 500 meters around him. The information revealed by the people around him made him curious about the world of Zhen Dan.

After all, there are no mystics in my hometown. What would the world of Aurora Mysticism, which is regarded as an authority by foreign mystics, be like?

Kind of looking forward to it.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Peng Jisheng, who was standing next to Wan Qi.

"I miss home a little." Wan Qi was telling the truth, but he knew he couldn't go back now, so he could only change the subject to other things, such as the piano next to him.

Wan Qi can play the piano. He was forced to learn by his parents when he was a child, but he only had a superficial understanding. However, life in the Red Sea was really too boring. After obtaining the necromancer's incomplete memories, he made himself a bone piano. Anyway, he was already extremely bored at that time, so he had plenty of time to study these things that he used to think were a waste of time.

Because all he could waste, besides his own corpse, was time.

She even specifically learned mental resonance magic to make herself sufficiently excited while playing the piano, offsetting the mental torment caused by the endless Red Sea imprisonment.

Now that I've touched a real piano, to be honest, I'm itching to play.

Then Wan Qi naturally sat down at the piano.

"You can play the piano?" the mistletoe asked.

"Understood."

Wan Qi's fingers glided across the piano keys. The piano had excellent sound quality, indicating that its owner took good care of it.

So, what should we play?

After a brief pause, the bass register began to resonate, not with light, leaping notes, but with a heavy, steady, and repetitive rhythm. The left thumb and little finger, like engineers, struck the keys with unwavering firmness, each chord carrying a metallic quality, like the uniform, heavy footsteps echoing from a distant horizon, accompanied by the muffled thud of tire tracks crushing the earth. The sound was not a melody, but a pulse, the power accumulated deep within the earth vibrating through the piano's chamber.

At the same time, the five fingers of the right hand moved across the slightly higher register, creating a cold, angular, and resonant sound. The notes were short and decisive, like steel gears meshing precisely, or like bayonets reflecting a cold glint in the pale moonlight. The body on the piano bench was tense, the shoulders sinking slightly with each powerful keystroke, as if resisting an invisible but immense resistance.

Soon, the surrounding chatter subsided, and everyone's attention was focused on the piano. Their emotions surged with the rise and fall of the keys, as if an army armed with steel was slowly approaching them.

But this was only the building-up phase. Suddenly, the accumulated power erupted! Wan Qi's right hand shot up and slammed into the piano keys with a resolute, almost chopping motion—it was the signature melody! High-pitched, bright, and with an undeniable, bugle-like quality, it instantly tore apart the previous low murmur.

The fingertips no longer strike the keys with a nimble touch, but rather like a hammer striking the ground. It is as if a heavy hammer of steel is playing a tune, and each time the hammer strikes the keys, it can generate full and almost explosive sound particles.

Gradually, the raindrops gathered into rivers, the rivers into the sea, and the sea began to surge with waves. These waves were no longer just a backdrop, but a powerful driving force, intertwining, overlapping, and mutually propelling the soaring, charging melody. The entire piano seemed to roar; the booming of the bass strings and the sharp whistling of the treble strings resonated intensely. The piano body was like a container bearing immense pressure, the sound waves crashing against the walls, the air itself trembling slightly. The pedals were pressed down deeply, releasing all resonance, creating an overwhelming, invincible momentum.

In a daze, the audience seemed to see a steel wall crushing down on them. They couldn't quite imagine the overwhelming scene, but they had that feeling. Some veterans who had participated in World War I thought of tanks. The pressure caused by those steel structures crushing the defense line could only be clearly felt by those who faced them directly. But at this moment, the power being played was so intoxicating.

Oh, right, that's the power of industry, that's the clang of steel! Oh, oh! I understand now, this is a torrent of steel, this is the march of steel!

During the three-minute performance, the audience's emotions were completely stirred. Although war is cruel, power is intoxicating. Industry brought the power of steel, and in this era, no one can resist the charm of steel.

When Wan Qi finished playing, thunderous applause erupted in the audience, as everyone paid the highest tribute to the young man who had presented them with an auditory feast.

I also applauded from my seat; as a pianist, I greatly admired Wan Qi's performance.

Such an outstanding person—personality, ability, character, just like that…

"He should be invited to join Reinvent the Company."

The voice in my ear made Forget-Me-Not tense up instantly, and then I respectfully said to the person, "Miss Arcana."

Section 14: The Timing Was Perfect

(First update, one more to come (?一▽—)?)

At the same time, Virtue had just hung up on Ms. Z; this time she was asking for help.

With news of a large force of the Reconstruction Hand operating nearby, even with Wanqi's formidable fighting power, Veltin must be prepared to ensure a full reserve of troops. This is the prudence and responsibility that a commander should possess.

So the higher-ups assigned him an additional action team.

Normally, such armed forces would be more than enough, but with Vanchi as a reference point, Veltin felt that this number of people was completely insufficient, barely enough to fill a gap in the teeth.

If someone were to emerge whose strength rivals Wan Qi's, even the aftershocks of the battle could turn the battlefield into a living hell.

But this is the most and most direct assistance she can get right now, so she'll take it one step at a time.

The team leader was a reliable person. In such a short time, eight people in his team obtained the qualification to enter the underground bar, while the others could only wait around.

"Thank you for coming to assist us." Virtin shook hands with the action team leader.

The team leader replied seriously, "For you to ask Ms. Z for help, the situation must be quite complicated."

"I just have some bad feelings... I hope it's just a personal misjudgment."

Veltin looked towards the bar, where someone was waiting for her.

“Then Sichen, you definitely need this intelligence.” The action team leader handed a stack of documents to Wilting, saying, “This is the intelligence we’ve gathered about Walden Pond. They’re holding a duel for heroes tonight.”

Participants will receive holdings worth $100 million, while bettors will receive a 5-10 times return on their bets.

Veldin lowered his hat brim and whispered, "Are they crazy?"

“After all, money is the closest thing to omnipotence in this world.” As the action team leader spoke, he took out a mystical prop and handed it to Virtue, explaining, “This is a new product developed by the Science and Technology Center, ‘Apostles of Heaven 34:7’.”

This time, the cell fluid of the explosive ball has been added. When its wings are opened and flapped for 15 seconds, it can generate a shockwave. However, it can only generate impact in a single direction, so please pay attention to your positioning when using it.

"Understood. Let's go to Walden Pond now. You follow behind Apple, and remember not to attract attention."

"yes!"

When Virtue and his group entered the underground bar, the situation was completely different from what they had expected.

They spotted Wan Qi immediately, but there was a woman beside him who exuded a dangerous aura.

Rewind one hour...

Vanchi's brilliant piano performance captivated everyone present, including Arcana.

"What a surprising day! I received two gifts. Fate's sudden generosity makes me a little apprehensive."

Arcana's smile at this moment was like that of an older sister who had watched her neighbor's younger brother grow up, but only those who knew her well knew how dangerous it was to be targeted by the leader of the Reshaping Hand, even if it was just because she was interested in you.

"We're all ready on our end. Shall we begin the plan?"

For some reason, Forget-Me-Not felt a bit resistant to Arcana getting close to Vanchi. It's true that he joined the Reincarnation Hand, but that doesn't mean he fully agrees with all of the Reincarnation Hand's ideas.

Every organization has factions, and every organization unites by choosing the greatest common denominator. Forget-Me-Not is one of the majority who agrees with the ideals of Reshaping Hands, but at the same time, he also knows how ruthless this organization can be.

At this moment, when he looked at Wan Qi, it was as if he were looking at himself in a mirror, having embarked on a different path.

Sunny, enthusiastic, full of vigor and hope.

Snakes can tolerate the darkness of caves, but eagles that soar to the sky should not burrow underground.

"You seem to have a different opinion about that little guest."

Forget-Me-Not suddenly realized her overstepping her bounds and quickly said, "I think he's very suitable to join the Reshaping Hands."

Now all he can say is this: if the boss has a high opinion of someone, how can he give N reasons to prove the boss wrong?

Your life must be quite challenging.

"Master, one more song!"

In the audience, someone boldly shouted out this sentence, and then everyone joined in.

As for the original duel arrangement...

Please, that's a regular program, but this kind of master-level performance is randomly presented. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. Besides, that's a mystic from Aurora University performing, a genuine mystical power from the East. It might even benefit your research into mystical arts.

You know what, you really do know, it actually exists.

Mental Magic O Emotional Resonance

Using sound, language, actions, and emotions to influence those around you is a very special category within the otherworldly magic system. Most magic in this system does not have direct destructive power, but its auxiliary effects are incredibly powerful.

You can think of it as a mind technology that doesn't have the effect of controlling thoughts, but has a powerful effect of guiding emotions and behaviors.

It feels so evil.

It all depends on how you use it. Power itself is neither right nor wrong; it is the user who distinguishes between good and evil.

Mental magic can achieve effects that conventional drugs cannot match in treating mental damage and soothing mental illnesses in magicians. When used in combination with specially made mental drugs, it can truly reverse brain damage. It is no exaggeration to say that it can reshape life, giving children with cerebral palsy a second life.

But by the same token, if this ability were taken by a mustachioed artist, then Germany in World War II could have truly withstood atomic bombings and fought the US and the USSR to the last man, and perhaps the whole of Europe would have willingly become their filler.

Therefore, the effect and how to use it depend on the user. For example, right now, Wanqi is producing a completely positive effect. Everyone's positive emotions are stirred up, and they are no longer affected by the bloody duel.

Got it. How about playing "Black Friday" or "Red Wedding Dress"?

Then you really are a living father! (gritting his teeth)

This was quite different from the original plan, but when Forget-Me-Not was about to go, Arcana stopped him.

"Don't rush, change is part of the plan, let's appreciate it quietly."

"Yes, ma'am." Forget-me-not inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing everyone's enthusiasm, Wan Qi, standing on the piano platform, was also moved by their emotions.

"Thank you all for your recognition. Now, I'll sing a song about my hometown. Please enjoy."

Wan Qi sat back down at the piano, and the audience eagerly awaited the new piece.

Soon, melodious music began to play. Unlike the previous powerful and uplifting music, Wan Qi's playing became very gentle and soothing this time, as if unfolding a long scroll painting with mountains, rivers, farmland, and rice paddies. The rhythm that kept filling in made the song more and more concrete, just like a real-life landscape painting.

Music can transcend nationalities, races, and beliefs. Everyone present is now in a spiritual resonance woven together by Wan Qi, filled with the purest goodwill, wanting to show their beautiful homeland to unfamiliar visitors. And beneath the layers of music, the core is just two words—patriotism.

The audience is not the only one who feels the melody, but also the performer himself. Music is an art of emotion, so Wan Qi's thoughts are constantly diverging and he begins to make parallel associations. Multi-line thinking is the most basic operation of a magician, which allows Wan Qi to multitask while being fully focused.

"Torrential rain," a disaster that can be traced back in time, and now it is 1929...

Two more years...

However, as Wilding said, the storm could come at any time; in other words, any changes would be washed away, rendering them meaningless...

but……

I really want to go back and see him, maybe I can take a picture with him, and get a photo of him, maybe even a photo of him as part of the Aurora Group's collaboration!