Mages Are Too OP

Roland recalled what he had done before.

Have a drink and try casting spells in reality!

Damn, is that the reason?

If before that, Roland told others that because he was going to cast spells like in the game, and then passed out with blood from his nose, he would most likely be regarded as a middle-aged disease.

But now, Roland has a peculiar intuition.

The reason why he fainted was definitely because he wanted to cast spells, and that was definitely the reason.

He was in a daze, and Shuke looked at him beside him, and suddenly there was a subtle expression that seemed to think of something.

This kind of guess made Roland's three views a bit unable to turn around. He was stunned for a while, and found his mobile phone on the small table next to the hospital bed, made a mute gesture to a few hairpins, and then dialed on the phone.

A few seconds later, a familiar voice came over the phone.

"Dad, I won't go back to eat at noon, and Shuke asked me to drink at his place."

"Don't drink too much, come back early."

"Okay, no problem." Roland replied in an extremely spiritual tone.

As soon as the phone hung up, he immediately returned to his previous sluggish appearance.

"Don't tell my family." Roland looked at the young people with a weak smile: "And Li Lin, I'll transfer some money to you and buy me a set of clothes. This uncle's clothes are full of blood, I'm afraid If you wear it back, your family will find it, and they will be worried."

"What money do you want!" Li Lin muttered, turning around and leaving the ward.

Beta said, "Brother Roland, are you hungry? I'll go out and buy you something to eat."

"No, I'll ask the takeaway to deliver lean meat porridge."

Roland felt very hungry and also felt very empty. When I was in college, I chased after my ex-girlfriend to eat meat at night. Five times a night, the sage's time was not as tired as it is now.

Brazil, Rafa, and Hussere saw that Roland had nothing to do, so they said hello and left first.

Shuke and Beta stayed and planned to take care of Roland, because now they are the most idle.

It didn't take long for the lean meat porridge to be delivered. Roland devoured it and drank it. Then he lay on the bed halfway, chatting with Shukebeta without a word. After chatting for less than ten minutes, he slowly fell asleep.

Shuke asked Beta to go home first, where he took care of Roland.

When Roland woke up again, it was already evening.

The doctor came to check and found that there was nothing wrong with him at all, and approved him to be discharged from the hospital.

Then Shuke put a bag next to Roland's bed: "This is the clothes Li Lin bought for you. He went home in a hurry. You can see if it fits."

A.P.C's clothes, with a simple style, are quite in line with Roland's wishes.

After changing clothes in the changing room, Roland and Shuke left the hospital.

On the way home, Shuke said: "If you have any discomfort, be sure to say it, don't let us worry too much."

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who insists."

The two separated at a fork in the road, and Roland returned home. He avoided his parents, returned to his room, changed into a set of pajamas, and then ran to the living room.

After chatting with the family over dinner, Father Luo suddenly asked: "Son, today I read the news and said that the knowledge and skills learned in a 'virtual' game can be applied to reality, is it the one you play? what?"

Roland nodded. He estimated that his father should also have seen today's news hotspots.

"In this case, even if you can't make money, you should play for a while." Father Luo said slowly.

Roland smiled and said, "I also have to earn money. The deposit in my bank card now exceeds 500,000."

Luo's father and Luo's mother looked at each other. How long has it been? It seems that his son's plan to earn one million in two years should be successful.

It's just that their mood is a little hard to describe. Although they are really happy that their son has made money, as people of the older generation, they always feel that playing too many games is not a good thing.

In their hearts, they hoped that their son could not achieve this goal, so that his son would take the civil service exam well and live a safe and stable life.

Things like playing games to make money always seem illusory to them.

No matter how much you earn, there is no peace of mind.

It's just that they can't find a reason to stop their son from developing in this direction.

So they didn't seem too happy to hear that Roland made a lot of money.

After dinner, Roland went back to his room and lay on the bed.

He is not in the mood to go to the forum again, but considers the previous things.

He fainted because of spellcasting.

Assuming that this is correct, then the proposition that spells can be cast in reality can be established.

But why do you pass out?

Mental backlash?

Or...the world has no magic element at all, so spellcasting is impossible?

Or, both?

The model diagram of the small fireball appeared in Roland's mind. In the morning, he just wanted to condense a small fireball to scare people, but he passed out.

The small fireball is a first-level magic, and he fainted because of it, so how about a zero-level trick?

Roland's heart jumped, and a sense of excitement of exploring the unknown flooded his body.

Zero-level tricks do not require much mental power, and the effect of magic backlash is also small.

try?

What should I do if my nose bleeds again?

try?

Any more accidents will scare my father.

try?

The two thoughts were constantly clashing.

Roland sat up straight, his face was blue and red.

Finally, he slowly raised his right hand.

The model node connection diagram of 'Light Sphere' has been switched in my mind.

Bah!

Gently flicking fingers.

There seemed to be a faint light surging in the air, but nothing happened.

Roland put down his hand, and when he was about to be disappointed, a stinging pain hit his head.

The pain was fast and urgent, like a needle pierced from between the eyebrows, and then turned around in the brain a few times, and finally down the spine, all the way down.

That kind of pain is exactly the feeling of needles swimming in blood vessels.

There was a nerve twitching pain in the tingling.

Roland grabbed the edge of the bed tightly with both hands, the blue veins near his forehead sprang up one by one, his face turned red, and the sweat was as big as soybeans, rolling down from his forehead densely.

It was really painful, and the pain lasted for nearly ten minutes before it slowly disappeared.

Roland went back to the bed and let out a happy laugh hahaha.

Although the spellcasting was unsuccessful, he understood one thing... In reality, he can definitely cast spells, otherwise he would not be so uncomfortable.

As for why spellcasting fails, the reason is very simple.

He has no magic power!

Perhaps this world has no magic.

Spiritual power is only a catalyst, and magic elements are the foundation of magic.

He rested on the bed for a while, and after his body recovered, Roland went to wash up. At 22:00, he entered the game world on time.

After entering the game, he immediately felt the magic element in the air.

I finally know why every time I return to the real world, I always feel that something is missing in the air.

Less is the magic element.