I Am Not A Mage Lord

  Chapter 289 The probability is that fate is not

  The shadows are incomparably dark, and they are in it, as if facing an endless sky ladder.

   Lynch stood in the darkness, with his back against the sky.

After losing the blessing of "absolutely rational personality", he naturally can't display the second ring of "dark vision", and the "dark vision" of the dragon can only work in low light conditions.

  So at this moment, he is completely "blind", unable to see his fingers.

  He counted the beating sounds of his heart on this dark and cold earth. He had walked for two or three hours. The front had never changed, and it was still nothingness, untouchable.

  He seemed to be exiled in an eternal void.

One hour.

  Two hours.

three hours.

  ...

round-the-clock.

  The "Qingling" in the memory palace also dissipated, and no matter how Lynch called again, he would never come to this place again.

  There was no hunger in the abdomen, but Lynch had noticed that his breathing had begun to become rapid, the cold sweat on his back gradually appeared, and the feeling of anxiety and fear was growing.

  Even he suspected that his retina was not as fast as the white light spots of flying insects. It was a real existence rather than an illusion in his mind.

  He understood that he had suffered from "claustrophobia".

  Even a person with a strong psychological quality will fall into panic in the face of this mysterious horror scene that has no hint and no way to break the situation.

   Lynch did not sigh up to the sky, feeling that if he could perform the slightest zero-ring "light dancing", he would not fall into this embarrassing situation.

  Because the moment he first came in, he discovered a cruel reality.

  He is still in a "dead magic zone".

  The so-called dead magic zone means that there are no occult particles in this area, even like an absolute vacuum zone, which is equivalent to the "anti-magic field" in various dimensions.

  As a result, all the magic items on Lynch's body have lost its effect. He even had to be grateful that he didn't carry a dimensional bag or the like, otherwise the power of the space would be lost, and the entire bag would have to burst on the spot, and all the contents in it would fall out.

  He controlled his thoughts, trying to recall all the related knowledge of "dead magic".

  However, "dead magic" is also an extremely taboo topic in Blue Star, no less than the rebellious Urel Mage.

  He also relied on the dragon's inheritance to know a thing or two.

  Prophecy spells cannot detect all the news in the dead magic zone, and the wizard cannot use "teleport" and other corresponding spells to enter the dead magic zone, except for those permanent plane portals.

   Lynch knew that his limit time was not as long as he had imagined.

  He forced himself to continue to think and re-examine the bits and pieces of today.

Just after the illusionist Heizi used the "Meteor Burst" method with a powerful light and shadow effect, his eyes fell into a vast expanse of white because of the scorching light. Then when his sight was restored, he was in this mysterious area. .

  Who on earth "quietly" placed him here to prevent him from fighting the illusionist Sunspot.

  And the other party did not show up from beginning to end.

   Even if you solve the puzzle, you have to give some props, right?

  Like in the "Mage's Road", he was imprisoned in a coffin, at least the idea was obviously to break the coffin.

  It's pitch black now and can't touch anything, and Lynch doesn't know where to break the game.

  Suddenly.

  A bright light leaped into the air.

  A coin flickered with a strange light, flipped continuously in the void, and then reached the highest static state, then fell vertically.

  The sound of coins "咻咻" is crisp and sweet.

  "Word or flower?"

   asked with a voice that was as cold as the twelfth lunar month in winter.

  Coins, guess the front and back.

  There was a faint shadow of daylight in the void in front of him, and Lin Qi used his finger to cover it in front of him to avoid damage to his eyesight, before he replied for a long time.

"Character."

   "Wrong, it's noodles."

  The coin is flipped, and the emblem of the Mage Association on the secret gold coin is slightly mocking him.

  The light and shadow disappear.

  As if the footprints of hope were re-covered by the vast university, all traces were lost.

  The next day.

  Light and shadow appear again.

   Repeated coin flips.

  Similar questioning words.

   "Word." "Wrong."

  The same answer remains.

  A scene from the past repeats itself.

  The third day.

   Lynch is still a "word".

  The fourth day.

   Lynch is still a "word".

  For ten full days, his answer has not changed.

  Just every time, he guessed wrong.

  Even the "mysterious light and shadow" that appeared regularly on "every day" became his daily hope.

  In the first few days, Lynch also entrusted the academy to find out that he was missing and draw people to search for him. After all, he has shown enough "value".

  Especially the king of the Mage of the transformation system knows the details of his ground, and will definitely look for it at all costs.

  Repeatable time brings only disappointment.

   Just like a retail investor watching a million-handed order on the limit, desperately not even daring to give birth to the hope of an absolute counterattack.

  In the last few days, his whole spirit has turned to guess the positive and negative every day.

  Even on the tenth day, there was a voice in his mind whispering softly—

   "Why don't you change to noodles today?"

  In an instant there was another rebuttal voice, "If you change to noodles, what should I do if the words are written today?"

"Yeah, I have faced each other ten times. This time it must be a word. One-half to the tenth power. That's a one-thousandth probability. If you want to know that throwing a dice, the probability of three ones appearing is only two hundred and one hundred. One sixteenth."

   "Persistence is victory."

  “It’s still wrong to keep walking on the wrong road.”

  Sunk costs, making Lynch hard to return.

  He began to deeply understand why his parents, a high-ranking official, and his classmates who inherited dozens of buildings in Pengcheng, owed huge debts to the casino in the next city.

  If people do not believe in fate, there is a small probability that people will lose their fortunes.

the eleventh day.

   "Letter or face?" The voice remained the same.

  In the first few days, Lynch got up and chased him, running so that his throat was smoking, and his lungs were out of breath, but the light seemed to be there all the time, like a horizon that could never be reached.

   Lynch choked in his throat and said after a long time.

"Character."

"mistaken."

  The pace of time, in the eyes of hopeful people, is accumulation is progress.

  But in the eyes of people who are suffering from life, it is the credit card bill that needs to be repaid tomorrow, and the rent, water and electricity the day after tomorrow.

  Life is enough for people to grow.

  Similarly, the choice is also suffering every time in Lynch's heart.

   But he has no regrets.

  Even he did not comfort himself, did not try to convince himself—

  The other party is deliberately teasing yourself. If you answer the question yourself, the other party will make mistakes, which are actually words.

  He understands that this is meaningless.

  The former Lynch also missed it. At that time, he could only cover his face every day without thinking about how to face it after tomorrow.

  When people choose to get drunk, it is more to prevent themselves from recalling painful memories.

  If a tearable wound is not healed, it will only continue to fester.

  Finally.

  On the thirtieth day, almost a full month arrives.

   Still full of stubble, pale, but Lynch, whose eyes are still sharp and energetic, finally greeted the problem of being different from mysterious people—

   "You have lost so many times, don't you change? Anyway, you guess it has a 1/2 probability, and you won't lose if you change, maybe you will be hit this time." The mysterious voice said bewildered.

   Lynch shook his head lightly.

   "The probability is, but the fate is not."

—

   "Once, many interesting prey came to the dark well on the 73rd floor of the abyss. Whenever these fresh prey comes, we prisoners will choose suitable prey."

   "Prey?"

  Listening to the mysterious man claiming to be a prisoner, Lynch is even more curious as a prey.

"Yes, we are not so stupid as to think that we can leave this cage with you." The mysterious man smiled. "In fact, the prisoners wish we could use you as a lifesaver so that we can plant the poison. Needle, squeeze us thoroughly. Before being imprisoned for immortality and eating wiped puppets, what choice do you think those prisoners would make?"

  Lin Qi nodded, even Ding Dian in the City Jue did indeed beat Di Yun to death first and then wrong again.

  "Then you communicate with me, are you too lazy to catch a cat and a mouse? Is it my time to die?"

   Lynch suddenly felt unlucky.

  He doesn’t think it’s his own time to revolve, and he has gotten ahead.

Instead of playing chess, these imprisoned "demon lords", "demigods" and even "gods" and the like, they have witnessed the changes of the plane for thousands of years, playing a game with ordinary people, the test of a year It's the lower limit, how could it be possible to have a showdown in only 30 days.

  The only explanation is that I was tired of him.

   Lynch is also helpless.

   "No." The mysterious man smiled heartily, "In fact, if you continue to play, this will be a never-ending game. No matter what you choose, it will be the wrong answer."

   "Is this interesting?" Lynch frowned.

  Seeing other people eating dog meat, he didn’t feel anything. But once someone abuses a puppy or something, he will take care of his business and brazenly stand up to refute the other person. This is his consistent attitude.

"This is naturally very interesting." The mysterious man explained, his voice full of magnetism, "The first few people, some persisted for more than 300 days to commit suicide, and some persisted for almost ten years or were crazy. The longest record in my hands is Persevering for a hundred years before choosing to self-destruct."

"During this period, there were indeed many people who were skeptical, especially those who persisted for a month or two but couldn't guess. But I am their only hope every day. So even if they refuse halfway, they will eventually come to guess it obediently. . After all, everyone has the idea of ​​guessing you."

  The mysterious man analyzes the mentality of every "prey" once, word by word.

  "Then why did I end in 30 days?" Lynch asked back.

"this…"

The mysterious man's tone was entangled, "Because you are one of the few targets whose spirits have become distracted on the first day, and you can be regarded as a very inferior one among my prey. However, your mental strength is stronger than one day by day. , You don’t even have any thoughts of regret. And until just now, from your eyes, I could see that even if you were imprisoned for a lifetime, you would have to answer in this tone."

   "I don't have the patience to play with you anymore."

   Lynch then suddenly realized that it was actually he who put the opponent back first.

   Just like a certain version of Three Kingdoms, after Liu Bei is equipped with Zhuge Liannu, as long as there are Shu generals in the scene, he can continue to use the skill "Extreme General", because every time he uses it, he can refresh the 10-second countdown.

  At that time, there was a four-anti-thief who forced Liu Bei to retreat from the dark room.

  Obviously, his increasing fighting spirit made this mysterious man feel boring to continue to "boil the eagle" with himself.

   "Who are you again?" Lynch asked.

   "Didn't you flash my name in your heart?" The mysterious man laughed.

  "Ma Yuan the Godslayer?" Lynch asked in surprise.

  He quickly remembered the last life account of the godslayer who had stirred the abyss that was turned upside down.

A few centuries ago, some of the divine powers in the abyss existed in the most powerful demon lords who tricked the lord Frazieru, the lord Grazt of Ud, and Demogogan, etc., to reach a difficult agreement to make a temporary The Alliance came to end the Malaysian Yuan threat completely.

  Finally, under the dominance of the two gods, this alliance jointly drove Ma Yuan to the 300th floor of the Bottomless Abyss, the realm of suffocation of the soul of Fengdu, and finally where they defeated and joined hands to capture the godslayer.

  The triangle stone of the Malaysian yuan was also taken and kept by one of the gods. According to rumors, it was the key to the release of the Malaysian yuan.

   "Then your excellency?" Lynch asked in a low voice.

  Although the body has not been verified, but thinking about it, no one should have burned his brain to replace this one. Facing an extraordinary person who is famous for killing gods, Lynch still maintains silent respect in his heart.

   "Don't think too much, you don't have the qualifications and strength to negotiate or conclude a deal with me."

  God Killer Ma Yuan sneered, “Even if you have a carrier of a time dragon and an alternative thought bottle in your body, it’s nothing more than that.”

  Lin Qi silently lowered his head, and with a single sentence, he lifted his old bottom clean, which is worthy of being able to slaughter the gods.

  As for so despising people, there is a kind of insulate the spirit, otherwise he will be given a few more weeks, and he will build a prototype microprocessor without knowing it.

   "Then your Excellency, do you have any orders?" Lynch asked. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

"I do need you to do one thing. But you are still too weak now." God Killer Ma Yuan sighed, "Well, you should practice first. When will you clear the level and when I will find you again. "

  "What practice?" Feeling the other person's coming and going without a trace, Lynch hurriedly asked.

  "Concentration practice, only with enough concentration, you can get something for me. After taking it, I will also give you freedom."

  In an instant, Ma Yuan’s voice was restored to my illusion.

   Then a bright buzzing mosquito appeared beside him.

   "Mosquitoes will lie on your body and **** blood. Your first assessment is to pierce it with a needle when it **** blood, and you will not leave a wound yourself."

  Your uncle!

  This is self-abuse rather than concentration exercise, right?

   Lynch spit out from the bottom of his heart.

  It's really messing up.

  (End of this chapter)