It’s not like this wizard is inappropriate

"I am your mentor!" Old Liu roared, his face turning red. "I have taught you my two most powerful witchcraft theories, the 'Wizard's Will' and the 'Psychic Balance Spell'!"

"Is this how you treat your mentor?"

Lao Liu was furious.

It's the kind that really explodes.

Bang~

The flying ashes are annihilated.

Of course, he quickly ran out of the depths of his mind and pointed at Lin An and cursed.

Lin An rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to this guy. Instead, his ugly head found fun and started scolding Lao Liu.

"You were the one who dug out my eyes for Lin An, right?!"

"Who are you? Go aside!"

"My darn thing!"

"I'm crazy!"

While the two guys were arguing, a figure crept over quietly from the depths of his mind. Taking advantage of Lao Liu's excitement and not paying attention, he swung a big stick and hit Lao Liu on the back of the head.

The force of the blow was so strong that Lao Liu shook his whole body and looked back in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

It was his original clone.

When his former boss, Old Liu, saw him looking over, he swung his big stick and hit him again.

Bang~

Lao Liu fell to the ground completely.

"Oh~" Old Liu, the former boss, raised his head and groaned in comfort, "It's great!"

"Well done!" The Earth Whale Witch and other wizards whose clones were corrupted by Old Liu ran out and shouted when they saw this scene.

This made the former boss, Lao Liu, even more proud. He put his hands on his hips and raised his head, his nostrils pointed at everyone, and said completely, "I have wanted to do this for a long time!"

"Yes!" The Earth Whale Witch waved her thin little fist, "That's how it should be. We don't have to be afraid of him at all. If we die, he will die too. In fact, everyone is the same."

At this moment, Lao Liu, who was beaten to death with a stick, ran out of the depths of his heart angrily and looked at his former boss Lao Liu with cold eyes, "You!"

He was shaking with anger, "You are me, how can you help them hurt me!"

The former boss, Lao Liu, snorted coldly, "Who are you to be your own!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, "Big guy, get on our shoulders and beat him!"

Successful role models are so important. Former boss Lao Liu completely destroyed the terrifying image of Kapok Liu Yuanmou as a powerful wizard. Oh, it turns out that after death, everyone is actually the same.

In this case, there are so many of them, and there is only one Liu Yuanmou, so they are afraid of a chicken!

Beat him~~!

"Don't, don't come over!" Liu Yuanmou screamed shrilly.

In front of the computer screen, Lin An and Ugly Head looked at each other with strange expressions.

Bang~

A figure rushed over from a distance quickly and hit the screen hard. His face was distorted by the impact on the screen. The clown face smiled wildly at Lin An outside the screen, "Hahahahaha~~~"

But after a while, Liu Yuanmou, who was lying on the ground, pulled his legs as a pad and beat him together.

The group of people who were beaten crazy didn't even bother to pay attention to the lunatic Clown Face. When they saw him and Liu Yuanmou getting together, they just beat him together.

"..."

Lin An's mind became more and more like a vegetable market, noisy, tsk.

He shook his head, a little helpless.

Snap~

After typing on the keyboard, the computer screen turned on, and those inexplicable figures finally disappeared.

Focusing her energy on work again, Lin An was ready to start drawing a new spiritual portrait.

The wizard's spirituality is too extreme and is not suitable for art materials used in game development. He does not want to create any more indescribable modeling.

It also has to draw the spirituality of ordinary people.

Compared with the spirituality of extraordinary beings, which is eroded by knowledge (witchcraft refining, furnace discipline) and the aura of the spiritual world, the spirituality of ordinary people is simpler and has an extremely strong sense of environmental society.

Although it appears to be an individual, it bears traces of the collective.

Humans are, after all, social animals, and the spirituality brewed from traces of past lives is mostly related to ‘people to people’.

On the contrary, extraordinary people feel somewhat detached from their environment, and most extraordinary worlds, whether domestic or foreign, are deformed, and it is difficult to really provide people with a good living environment in them.

The Antler Witch Hunting Knights are obviously aware of this problem. Each member has their own profession in the world of ordinary people.

Professor Cao is a professor at the university, Dr. Zhang opens a traditional Chinese medicine clinic and helps villagers repair home appliances. Chen Fugui sells beef in the wet market, Brother Da Zhuang teaches belly dancing, and Yan Zidu in a long coat sets up a stall in the park to tell fortunes. …

What Lin An is drawing at the moment is the spirituality of Chen Chen, one of the two project team leaders of the Art Department.

This father, who is happily the father of triplets, turned gray early on in his temples. He claims to be white from happiness, but his spirituality is not like that.

His spirit looks like a ball of red soil with rough particles on the surface and covered with meteorite impact craters similar to those on the moon.

Every pit conveys a strong sense of powerlessness and struggle.

Every pit is constantly collapsing and swelling, as if it is competing with itself, constantly mustering up the courage to face external pressure, and constantly collapsing when it cannot bear it.

Then he bulged hard again.

It looks like a heart, tired, slow but powerful.

Lin An has seen a lot of spirituality similar to rhythm, on the subway during the morning rush hour, in crowded office building elevators, among the people waiting for the green light at the zebra crossing...

There are middle-aged men smoking dully hiding at the corner of the stairs, women shouting hysterically with their mobile phones, and female employees with red eyes who are still forcing themselves to smile...

There are too many of them, with thousands of spiritualities, but the rhythm is so similar.

In this highly developed commercial city, there are too many people who are busy with their lives.

They can't bear so much hardship, but they dare not relax at all. They are always on the verge of collapse, but they are stubborn and refuse to be knocked down.

In other words, they have too many reasons, even if they are knocked down by life, they still struggle to get up and welcome more heavy rain.

For dreams? For family? For future generations? To realize self-worth? For a word of recognition from others?

There are too many, each with their own reasons.

Some are not even for anything, just living so depressed and numbly, struggling to bear the pressure of life and still refusing to fall down, just to live like a human being.

But what exactly is living like a human being, in fact, they don't know.

At least, working in a company that sounds good, earning a salary that sounds good, maintaining a life that sounds decent, and being busy every day without looking like an idler and being despised by others is enough.

The fantasies of my youth have all dissipated like smoke, and what remains is just panting weakly after running around, longing for some peace.

"Oh~~"

The ugly head hummed a song on Lin An's knees, raised its head and looked at the spiritual portrait that Lin An was drawing, with a very uncomfortable expression, "Oh my God, Lin An, I feel a kind of despair in this painting!"

It was obviously a little confused, "Didn't you say in your analysis that you don't draw the spirituality of extraordinary people?"

Lin An pursed his lips and looked at it dimly, "No, it is the spirituality of ordinary people. In fact, ordinary people are like extraordinary people, most of them are confused and desperate."

"They can't see the future, only the repetitive present, and even as they grow older, they feel more and more powerless, and they will even stay in the past."

"Wow~~" The head exclaimed, "It's better to be an extraordinary person, at least there is a chance to fight."

"Same." Lin An raised his eyebrows. He was lucky and had come into contact with so many big guys, but most wizards actually lived worse than ordinary people.

He lay on the back of the office chair with his head raised, staring at the portrait he had prepared, thinking.

Chen Chen's spirituality is very representative, and it seems to fit the theme of the game - despair and struggle.

And the most interesting part is here.

The world of ordinary people is different from the extraordinary world. Despair is not that strong, and struggle is not the kind of extremely morbid or extreme struggle before death.

It flows into every ordinary day and night, and it looks longer and more soothing.

But it is this kind of soothing that seems to contain a strong vitality, so tenacious.

Lin An's eyes lit up, and he built a model again, mobilizing spirituality to assist the brain to recall, and planned to start drawing similar spirituality in large quantities.

There are too many such selections.

It is so common.

"Draw hundreds of them, fill every corner of the game, and use them to build the tone of this game!"

At the same time, Lin An is also very curious about this kind of life force that is not so extreme but full of resilience.

He expects that after drawing a lot, he may find something.

Wizard, do you really want to go to extremes?

He actually has doubts.

Everyone says that wizards are emotional monsters, but do emotions really have to reach extremes to have the strongest power?