Sickly lady in wheelchair, but God

58 Replenish Magic Power, Black Magician Girl

After Alsophila embarked on the journey back home, the nursery rhyme was no longer in the advent state.

She sat by the window, enjoying the gentle evening breeze while casually sliding her fingers across the screen of her mobile phone.

At this moment, she was like a cloud floating aimlessly in the sky, casually overlooking the earth of the world that worshipped her as a god.

Time passes slowly like this.

A year later, the calendar turned to AD 299, the last year of the third century.

In the year when the bells of the fourth century were about to ring, two major events took place.

The first major event occurred in an orc tribe on the east coast of the main continent.

In February 299, 2 years after the Night Follower Chash was sealed, Shelley, the eternal saint virgin of the original orcs, was reincarnated into an inconspicuous orc family.

Unlike the great figures in history books who were always accompanied by various strange phenomena when they were born, Shelley did not show any special features when he was reincarnated.

She was born normally.

Normally, she broke the tranquility of that ordinary afternoon with her loud crying.

Surrounded by a group of orcs who came to congratulate them, a young orc couple smiled and gave a name to the wrinkled little orc in their arms.

【Miriam, little Miriam! 】

Miriam, this is a very common name among orcs. It does not have any profound meaning, but only contains the most simple expectations of orc parents for their children.

Live your life in peace!

At that time, no one knew what this quiet afternoon with slightly cool sunshine meant, not even those who experienced it personally.

After the great turmoil 29 years ago, the orc kingdom of Tanon fell apart, and hundreds of thousands of orcs fled and settled in other places. Just staying alive consumed most of the orcs' energy, and they had no time to pay attention to the Seal and the People of Night.

The second major event happened among a tribe of humans.

May 299 was not a hot summer.

A year ago, Gaul and Sera died one after another. Since then, the Pleyton tribe located in the northern part of the main continent has regained its independence.

While most of the residents of Plymouth were happy about this incident, Murad was not at all happy.

He had only received the news of Gaul's death seven months ago, and when he heard the news, he felt like the sky was falling.

He has been studying magic stones over the years. During the research process, he even accidentally blew off one of his hands. Even so, he did not give up because this was the only thing he was good at.

In order to make his research successful, he is willing to sacrifice his own life.

With such determination, Murad lost his humanity and conducted various cruel human experiments without any psychological burden.

After all, he doesn't even care about his own life, so how could he care about the lives of others?

Some people close to him said he was crazy, but he just laughed it off.

Some people said that Gaul was a beast and it was best to stay away from him, but he just laughed it off.

His research requires funding from outsiders, and Gaul is the one who has been funding him, with a much greater amount than Marcus and others a few years ago.

Whatever he wanted, even if it was a baby a few months old, Gaul would get it for him immediately.

Thanks to Gaul's generous support, he was able to create a stable magic container. He believed that as long as he was given more time, he would be able to reach the source of magic!

However, just when he was full of expectations, Gaul died.

Now that Gaul is dead, who can provide him with new materials for human experiments?

What was even more difficult for Murad to accept was that he received the news of Gaul's death too late.

He fully believed that Gaul was still alive and would continue to provide him with new research materials, so he showed no restraint when conducting advanced experiments. When he learned that Gaul was dead, four of the ten containers he had worked so hard to create had already died.

It’s over.

Murad was exhausted.

He was old and his legs were injured. He no longer had the energy to look for new research materials himself. If he failed to find the right path before the remaining six magic containers died, he would never be able to reach the source of magic.

With such concerns in mind, Murad only conducted two experiments over several months.

Before each experiment, he would keep deducing until he could find no logical loopholes and then officially start the experiment.

Even so, he failed in both experiments and lost two more magic containers.

However, the situation has not yet reached the worst point. These two failures have given him great inspiration. He vaguely feels that he has touched the root of magic.

But he did not act rashly this time. He only had four magic containers left, which meant he could only fail four more times at most.

So Murad began a long period of thinking. He spent two months preparing until he felt that he had no room for improvement, and then he started a new experiment.

Murad's face was distorted with fanaticism.

The faces of the four magic containers who have survived until now show absolute fear of death.

They dared not resist, and they could not resist. Although they could absorb magic power and use it through blood curses, their abilities were given to them by Murad. Murad could easily make them fall into endless pain with just the magic stone in his hand.

For a group of children, the oldest of whom was only ten years old, such pain was simply beyond their ability to bear.

Obviously, this was an unforgettable day for everyone involved in the experiment!

But to Tong Yao, this day was just an ordinary day.

In this world, life is born every day, and life dies every day. She does not have the leisure to interfere with the progress of each life.

However, when the experiment officially started, she changed her mind.

This madman Murad was extremely sensitive to magic, yet he had no fear at all.

He didn't care at all whether his experiments would lead to terrible consequences. Even if all of humanity would die because of his experiments, he would insist on doing it as long as there was a slight chance of success.

Driven by this distorted emotion, he made an extremely novel attempt.

He let each magic container use the magic stone to fuse the blood of other magic containers. After one round of fusion was over, he immediately let those magic containers start the second, third, and even fourth round of fusion.

Although fusing human blood is much easier than fusing the blood of other life forms, strange things still happen when the number of cycles increases.

The girl lying on the far left began to tremble uncontrollably.

After getting closer, Murad realized that the girl was not trembling, but twisting. Her body began to deform and a strange black aura began to appear on her body.

It seems that the girl's body was distorted due to the influence of that strange black aura.

[If she continues like this, she will die! ]

The boy sitting next to the girl widened his eyes in horror and looked at Murad with pleading eyes, hoping that Murad could save the girl's life.

But this was completely ignored by Murad.

[Death? No, no, no, this is not death, this is a return to the origin, she should be proud of this, this is the moment she is closest to God! ]

Murad's body trembled violently.

Isn't this chaotic, disordered and messy magic the source of the magic he wants to pursue?

[This is it, there is no mistake, this is it, I have done it, haha, the power of the origin, it is the power of the origin! ]

In the narrow room, besides the girl's heavy breathing and the boy's frightened murmur, for a moment the only sound was Murad's wild laughter.

Yes, even from the perspective of nursery rhymes, his experiment was pretty close to success.

By fusing their bloodlines, the magic in the four magic containers continued to accumulate. When this accumulation exceeded a certain limit, the order hidden in the magic shell was crushed, leaving only the original form of the magic.

Black magic!

Among the extraordinary powers in this world, the elemental power comes from Eve's body, the power of holy fire and night comes from the souls of orcs, and only magic is a power that exists independently without relying on any life.

Because of this, Tong Yao had no reference when designing magic. She could only rely on her own understanding of the power of creation to give magic its original attributes, which is the so-called source of magic.

This understanding was imperfect, which gave Murad the opportunity to exploit a loophole and strip away the black magic.

"The black root magic power symbolizes chaos and disorder. If left unchecked, it may even trigger a magic tide that sweeps across the world, bringing about a new round of mass extinction of species."

Tong Yao shook her head. She didn't want the power she created to become a good helper of psionic energy.

Murad's actions reminded her that she should use her new understanding to make up for the incompleteness of magic and turn magic into a special energy that symbolizes the transformation from disorder to order.

59 The Source of Creation, the Witch of the Source

Magic is a power that nursery rhymes have high hopes for.

When she first created magic, she had thought carefully that magic should not just be a force that can be used to enhance individual strength and to fight.

Because in this case, the functions and properties of magic power will overlap greatly with those of the elements, the power of holy fire, and the power of night.

Apparently, she didn't have to go to the trouble of creating a power that was much like the others.

If she had that much time, she might as well let human civilization use the elements or the power of holy fire and the power of night together.

Tong Yao defines the magic she created as not just a special power that exists in mysticism, but also an energy that can trigger epochal changes and allow the civilization created by intelligent life to advance by leaps and bounds.

Yes, energy, energy like electricity.

Wizards vs. magical mechanical chariots?

This can be done.

Is there a melodious song coming from the phonograph driven by magic?

This is also possible.

Tong Yao does not want to limit the development path of civilization in this world too rigidly, because this is not just a game.

No one knows exactly what kind of civilization is more adaptable to this world. Perhaps there is no such thing as a more adaptable civilization. Everything is uncertain. What she can do is to give these civilizations more possibilities and more hope while creating new civilizations.

As time goes by, civilizations continue to change through communication and conflict, and one day, the world will give her the answer.

With this in mind, the nursery rhyme does not lock the magic.

Humans can use this power, as can orcs, leaf spirits, and people of the night. Even those unintelligent creatures can master the use of magic by chance.

The magic power is there, but how you use it depends on your own ability.

The nursery rhyme does not underestimate scientific and technological civilization, but the development of scientific and technological civilization requires a certain amount of time to accumulate. In this era of low productivity and extremely one-sided understanding of the world by human beings, the mysterious civilization is more suitable for intelligent life.

"Mysterious side."

The nursery rhyme's finger taps lightly on the creative function.

The roots of her reinvention of magic should also be mysterious and conceptual.

The original source of magic is black chaos, but chaos is obviously not enough to express the reality of this world. She needs to build more roots to support the mysterious system of magic.

"The one that has fallen to the bottom is still the original black root, the source of chaos."

In the world of gods, nursery rhymes place chaos at the bottom of the mysterious system through the power of creation.

Then, she drew an inverted regular triangular pyramid with the black source as the vertex, representing the vertex of black magic. The three vertices on the same plane were the other three sources of magic.

Order, Gates and the Wheel of Fortune!

In fact, the relationship between these four roots can be understood in a simple way.

The black root is still the source of the magic system, but it is only a source similar to a power source - compared to a power source, it is completely disordered and chaotic. Only through the switch of [Order] and the connecting wire of [Door] can it be transformed into usable energy.

The Wheel of Fortune is the manifestation of magic power before all life.

Tong Yao is quite satisfied with this new magic system. With such a setting, it is difficult for life to touch the source of magic.

It's not that she doesn't want to see life getting close to the source of magic. This kind of thing has no effect on her. Even if there is a life in this world that has completely mastered magic, it is impossible to break through the barriers of the world and come to the world where she is.

She did this to protect the lives that might come into contact with the source of magic and the civilization behind these lives.

The original black root of magic is chaos. This chaos is an incomprehensible taboo for ordinary life. Once ordinary life comes into contact with this taboo, it is very likely to be assimilated by this chaos and twisted in an unpredictable direction.

Of course, Black Roots also has a huge impact on this world.

Magic is not the foundation of this world, but it is a power born from the authority of creation. It will naturally have an impact on this world that was also born from creation.

Tong Yao doesn't want to see this world, which has gradually become colorful, return to chaos.

In her opinion, this was the second worst thing after the world being corrupted by psionic energy!

"There is one more thing to deal with next."

Tong Yao's eyes fell on Murad.

She had to give a compliment to this inhuman madman.