Evolution of a Girl

The world itself seems very real, but as long as you don't trigger specific nodes, the world itself does not seem to move forward.

Yaye has been training with Graybeard for over a month, but to others, everything seems to have happened yesterday - even though a long time has passed.

This world...seems to be a world cursed by time.

Yaye had a vague feeling about this.

Her dragon eyes could understand.

"Is this our school uniform...?"

Yaye arrived at Winterhold.

Winterhold is said to have been the capital of Skyrim long ago.

But many years ago, due to a disaster, many people here left - and it is said that this disaster seemed to be related to the Magic Academy in Winterburg.

Aya doesn't care about this.

She just wanted to learn magic. On the one hand, she wanted to understand this magical power, and on the other hand, she wanted to use the power of magic to eliminate the dragon pattern on her body.

But unfortunately, Aya is an idiot in magic, so the magic academy did not allow Aya to enter.

So Yaye had to settle for the second best and learn some magic first before going to Winterburg.

But Aya had never been exposed to magic, and even though she had dragon eyes, it was difficult for her to understand.

So she turned to Parker, who managed her keys.

Parker got himself a set of magic school uniform and magic book.

This is a latex bodysuit.

It feels very strange when I wear it.

But Pike said: "This kind of clothing can amplify your sensitivity to magic, making it easier for you to perform magic, so it has become the school uniform."

Don't tell me, it makes sense.

But as Longyan became stronger and stronger, Yaye could vaguely feel this time...that she seemed to have been tricked by someone.

“It’s so strange that latex products are everywhere in cold regions…” This feels very subtle.

Because in Yaye's common sense, things like rubber and latex are all tropical things.

But...looking for real people in an imaginary world must mean something is wrong with your brain.

Aya gave up treatment.

"After putting it on, I seem to be able to feel something..."

The school uniform was brown and translucent, so Aya put on a robe on the outside.

She picked up a magic book she had bought. The magic in it was very simple. On the thick magic book, there was only one magic called "Fireball".

Such a thick book has only a few contents, and only one spell...

Never mind, this is a dream... this is fake...

Aya sighed.

"I'm glad you can feel it. You will soon be qualified to join the College of Winterhold." Pike smiled.

But the corner of Aya's eye twitched.

"There's something fishy about this Winterhold School of Magic. It's supposed to teach magic, but they require you to perform magic to join. They're just screwed!"

But... magic still needs to be learned.

"Tianyin...just wait..."

With this in mind, the girl began to diligently practice her first magic...

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Chapter 163 What kind of feeling is that?

——If there is a previous life, Luo Zhen believes that Tianyin must be an instructor from Sparta.

Luo Zhen feels this way now.

"You, you really are a devil..."

After a day of Spartan-style training, Luo Zhen felt unwell.

It's not about physical fatigue.

In fact, Tianyin's arrangement was very reasonable. Although Luo Zhen felt very tired, he was full of energy after waking up. She accurately measured Luo Zhen's physical limit and consumed all his energy, but it did not affect the training the next day.

I am obviously very tired, but it does not affect my study and work. It is really terrible.

But Luo Zhen really couldn't stand this kind of life that was like a piece of broken parts.

"Not really." Tianyin said, "Okay, break time is over, it's time for us to start the afternoon theory class. Making prosthetics is not an easy task."

"...Teacher Tianyin. Don't you have to attend classes?" He remembered that Tianyin seemed to be a university student. "I remember that some courses and records in university seem to require in-person attendance, right?"

Hacking technology can indeed be used for disguise.

But I have no way to deal with some courses, surveys, etc. that require paper archives.

"Nothing, just a little help. Please be prepared, your classes will definitely not be cut short, at least until Christmas."

"I thought this course would only take a month or two!"

"If one can acquire the temperament of a superior person in just one or two months, do you think that person is still a superior person?"

"But a gentleman doesn't need to walk around in a suit every day!"

In addition to physical training, Luo Zhen's morning classes consisted of him walking around in a suit, a faint smile on his face, and a calm gaze towards his surroundings...

"If I didn't know the truth, I would have thought I was just training for a catwalk show."

“That’s pretty much it.”

"It's true!"

"That feeling is to change your current temperament. Although it can't change your essence, it can at least make you look more presentable."

Even if you want to be a showpiece, it requires technical skills. You can't just do it if you want to.

"Okay, time for class!"

Teacher Tianyin patted the blackboard and began to impart knowledge to Luo Zhen.

This cultural course lasted until four o'clock in the afternoon, and then Tianyin dragged Luo Zhen out to do strength training such as weightlifting. After the training, he had to eat tasteless protein nutritional supplements... Yes, Luo Zhen's diet was also formulated by Tianyin. From the start of the class to now, he hasn't eaten his favorite junk food for a week.

After dinner, Tianyin entered the puppet mode for the evening class and began a new training, which was the training of how a superior person should treat maids and puppets.

When Tianyin enters the puppet state, she basically becomes a real puppet.

This feeling is quite a contrast to the devil instructor mode during the day.

But that was all, because a scoring software was installed in Luo Zhen's electronic brain.

It's true that Tianyin is in puppet status, but if he doesn't behave according to the prescribed rules and keep his scores above the passing line, he will enjoy a luxurious electric shock package.

It was not until the end of the training that Luo Zhen felt much more comfortable.

"Huh..." After taking a shower, Luo Zhen returned to the living room. Tianyin, who was wearing a maid outfit and doll mode, was sitting there at this moment.

It's like a lifeless puppet.

But when Luo Zhen looked at Tianyin like this, he seemed to be able to feel something.

Luo Zhen couldn't understand Tianyin's behavior, but surprisingly, he seemed to understand that emotion.

What kind of feeling is that?

After the accident, my sister stayed in the hospital while I went out to work alone.

At that time, I had this feeling.

"This... maybe it's loneliness?"

he thinks.

……

"Is this the flower watered by hatred?"

Masami Tokiomi looked down at the training ground.

Liuli had just defeated all thirty cyborgs in front of him.

This is a whole team of robots equipped with the latest military AI.

Although they are robots, these do not possess the existence of Ghost and can even fight against an entire army at once.

of course there are exceptions.

Occasionally, a few soldiers with full body cyborg bodies are still able to defeat these AI soldiers.

For example, Masami Tokiomi knew that there was a soldier named Hisahito Kuze who had a full body of prosthetics and possessed this ability.

But that's just a minority.

And AI soldiers... can be mass-produced.

The Kuze Hero might be able to fight against two or three AI soldiers, but not thirty of them.

But Liuli can do it.

However, Liuli is not a human being, but a "doll" who was once a human being.

"Residual emotions can be a catalyst for power." Zhengshen asked Er to come over. "According to our experiments, even after the ghosts dissipate, the AI soldiers who copied ghosts can still exert special powers due to their residual emotions."

Ghost is the soul.

To copy a ghost is to copy the soul, but this is fatal, as it will cause the person whose soul is copied to fall into death.

"If this power can be mass-produced..." Masami Tokiomi felt that it would be great if this power could continue to increase.

"Father, I have an idea." Zhengshen Ranger said.

"what?"

"I think we can let Liuli continue to grow. If she continues to grow and become stronger, we might be able to discover the mechanism of her growth."

Hearing his son's words, Masami Tokiomi nodded and said, "What are you going to do?"

After getting his father's consent, Zhengshen Raner seemed to perk up. He said, "I think we should start by increasing external stimulation. Liuli doesn't receive much information from the outside world. Strengthening this aspect might be a good approach. For example, we could participate in various exhibitions..."

"Exciting, do you want everyone else to know about Liuli's existence?" Masami Tokiomi asked.

"Yes," Zhengshen Ranger replied, "Father, this is by no means a bad thing."

Masami Tokiomi didn't say anything, but sat on the chair, tapping the table with his fingers, as if he was considering his son's suggestion.

"If we want to make Liuli known to the public, we need a suitable stage." Masami Tokiomi said, and suddenly thought of the previous exhibition, "I remember that International Doll Exhibition, it seems to be held every year?"

Zhengshen let Er recall: "Yes, and next year is the tenth anniversary. Do you mean this competition?"

"Yes. I know some people want to learn from the current underground fighting events and hold a more elegant competition. We can find a way to arrange this competition after the exhibition next year."

This exhibition featured "The Last Works of Kamishiro Gikui" this year, and next year marks its tenth anniversary. What better place to introduce glass to the world than this exhibition?

"Okay, I'll leave it to you to arrange."

"Yes, Father."

……

If you don't build up your emotions now, they won't have the power to explode later.

But neither is jumping through the plot too quickly.