Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

The nearly 100-meter boulevard is more like a road of honor for the seniors.

Some are bronze busts, and some are full-length statues in a certain stalwart pose.

If the dead ghost Mark walked past, most of them didn't feel it, only the current Mark can faintly feel that there seems to be some kind of faint power fluctuation emanating from the statue.

This gave Mark a vague guess.

After walking the boulevard, in fact, it finally merges into the main road.

When I came to a central square where only carriages could stop, I looked over the fountain with a shape similar to the Ω symbol in the middle, and what I saw was a huge building with a shape similar to Gothic.

36 minarets more than 30 meters above the ground are soaring and cascading on the top of the building.

Glazed windows of different colors are regularly and symmetrically distributed on the building, reflecting dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.

The huge arched main entrance is four stories high and can accommodate troikas entering in parallel.

Stepping up to the nine steps of white marble-like stairs, passing through the gate full of reliefs of various gods on the door frame, you will be greeted by a huge atrium.

The exaggerated interior space of over 10,000 square meters is cross-beamed by the giant bones of sea beasts supported by huge corridors at both ends of the horizon. I can't imagine how big this sea beast was when it was alive. The spine alone is more than 100 meters long, and it is like an arch bridge on the atrium.

The vaults above the atrium are all made of one-meter-by-one-meter large glass. The dazzling sunlight swayed down, fell on the spine of the giant beast, and then reflected on the floor full of large-scale magic symbols. Full of fantasy.

Looking around in the atrium, you can see a nearly ring-shaped second floor. Through the second floor platform, teachers and students can go to various colleges.

Even the gate of the academy connected to the atrium is still two stories high, which can accommodate two carriages side by side.

This arrogance alone is enough to make Mark, the transmigrator, also shocked.

The gates of different colleges have their own characteristics. For example, the Elemental College directly imprisoned a strange monster that was only half a person tall and looked a bit like a little devil, and placed it on the top of the college gate. The strange demon kept screaming and roaring, which startled the freshman. Only the seniors calmly ignored it and went inside.

Mystery Academy is very artistic.

The door frame of the academy gives the impression of an impressionist oil painting, with colorful and seemingly messy oil paint all over the colonnade. If I have to say something special, there are paintings by the founder of the academy and the current dean hanging at both ends of the gate.

I don't know if it was an illusion or not, Mark always felt that the two people in the oil painting were staring at him...

Entering the academy is a small atrium. On the left and right are the student lockers. Based on memory, Mark found his cabinet.

I rummaged through the standard tin cabinet and finally found the textbook.

If not, as soon as he entered the lecture hall, he caused another commotion.

"Ah! Is he that handsome senior Marc Destiny? He really lives up to his name!"

Mark was speechless. He wanted to find the last corner, but before he got there, a group of girls stepped aside and occupied the golden front row.

"Senior, please come here."

"Uh, then... thank you."

"Senior, I'm XXXX"

The school girls were so enthusiastic that Mark couldn't resist. The commotion didn't subside until the mentor came in.

This old gentleman dressed as an old school choked someone with one sentence: "Oh, rare guest, it's Mark! I thought you would rather not come to my lectures without a diploma."

Someone flipped through the memory of a certain dead ghost and turned against the lore: "This, Katrina and I are really not suitable."

"..." The granddaughter's confession was rejected, and when she returned, she still looked like she was about to die. This was the pain in the old professor's heart.

The old man twitched his lower lip a few times, but after all, he didn't speak, and began to give a serious lecture.

Theoretical knowledge is always boring, and soon, someone is lethargic.

Fortunately, he finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"Many [abnormalities] are not born [abnormalities]! The widely accepted saying is that [abnormalities] themselves have some special potential, and if they encounter special power stimulation, they can easily transform into [abnormalities] . For example, [Divine Power Slate]!"

"In the records of the Church of Light, it is easy to see that the guard of a certain paladin found the [Divine Power Slate] in the wild, fought bloody battles, and finally died of exhaustion. In addition to the mad siege of the cultists, the [Divine Power Slate] will stimulate the The [abnormal] factor is at work. It activates the existence that did not belong to the [abnormal], and becomes a monster, joining the ranks of looting the slate."

"[Divine Power Slate] will not cause unnecessary harm to the surrounding only if it is fixed by the corresponding priest with a magic circle, and the mysterious energy will no longer overflow uncontrollably."

"Actually, [abnormal] is similar in nature to an out-of-control superhuman. The more powerful and unrestrained the force, the easier it is to attract attacks."

"[Anomaly] is often a kind of powerful obsession integrated into an extraordinary energy. When encountering a powerful [abnormal], unless you have the power to break the rules, it is best not to forcefully fight against this obsession. Once it is cracked The obsession of the [abnormal] will greatly reduce the power of the [abnormal]. In this way, it will be much easier to destroy or recover.”

"This part of the text is the key point, and there is an exam."

Mark's whole body was energized, he automatically ignored the last sentence, and couldn't help thinking: I probably used the dice too many times to activate my soul power, which led to the attack of the lobster claws. So what type of power law do I use to control the power in my body? No, I first have to figure out what type of soul power I am overflowing with.

After the old professor's class, Mark couldn't listen to it anymore.

To put it bluntly, history is written by the victors. Even in the history of [abnormal], it added a lot of beautification to the Church of Light, and at the same time concealed the fact that the major priests rewrote the Divine Power Slate Rubbings according to their own interests.

Even so, Mark has a lot to gain.

Originally, the happy university life should have ended here, but when the get out of class was about to end, Mark noticed out of the corner of his eyes that the figure of a girl suddenly became transparent.

In just one-tenth of a second, a flash of fire swept her body, and she disappeared without a trace.

"hiss!"

Mark sucked in a breath of cold air, and said to himself: I... read it wrong?

Looking around in secret, he really didn't find any more strangeness.

There was nothing left in the place that the girl vacated.

Textbooks, stationery, small schoolbags, and the girls themselves.

What's even weirder is that the two girls next to him who were whispering to the girl a few seconds ago didn't even notice that someone around them disappeared, as if their companions had never been here.

Mark's right eyelid jumped.

In fact, he had many options, such as reporting to the teacher on the spot, or secretly asking the teacher for inquiries, but in the end, he gave up.

Here is the occult discipline.

The place with the most ghosts and gods in the country.

I'm not sure, is this the wronged soul of a certain senior?

His own soul arousal state hasn't been finalized yet, so how can he have so much time to meddle in his own business.

According to the slight unease in his heart, Mark finally endured the get out of class and ran to the school library like a fly. With the maximum permission that his student ID card could borrow, he took ten tomes in one go.

Before I knew it, it was time for lunch.

"Forget it, just make do with it and go back."

Putting the books in his locker, Mark wandered into the school cafeteria.

"Ah! It's Mark!"

If nothing else, it is estimated that many beautiful girls will come to seek the same table.

Just as Mark walked over and was about to let the poor man behind him accept the punishment of the canteen aunt, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a cute and petite girl.

This girl with short white hair that looked like a junior high school student was looking at him eagerly.

The girl next to her advised: "Byson! Don't look at it, senior Mark is not something you can get."

"I know I can't make it to the senior, but I'm so handsome, can I watch it for dinner?"

"Row……"

The silver-haired girl put a fried egg, a piece of ham, two sausages, three pieces of lettuce, a dollop of tomato sauce on the large piece of bread on the plate in front of her, and finally covered it with another piece of bread. piece.

The girl next to her persuaded again: "Byson, can you eat so much? Pay attention to your manners! Your manners!"

I found that many people were watching, and the girl's voice became smaller, but it was full of urgency.

Who knew that this aroused Miss Byson's strange desire to win: "I said, when did you see me Byson Haruka eat a hamburger and lose?"

Perhaps, she would have eaten in small bites. After boasting about Haikou, a strange light flashed in her eyes, as if to say - I can't lose!

Just to prove that she is a good hamburger eater, this delicate girl tried her best to open her mouth.

This homemade 'small hamburger', which is stacked larger than an adult male fist, is enough for Mark to eat, not to mention the small cherry mouth.

Just when Miss Byson took a bite, suddenly, tears came out of the corner of her eyes.

"Woooooo!"

"Byson! What's wrong with you, Byson?" The girl next to her was anxious.

"Woo woo woo -" In front of dozens of male and female students around, Miss Baison not only blushed, but also had more tears, her little finger pointed hard at her chin and kept whining.

Mark was embarrassed on the spot, he could see it, it was probably because his mouth was too open and dislocated.

In order to get angry, eat a hamburger and dislocate your mouth...

Is this girl a fool?