Mystic Dominator

Chapter 6

When a woman with impeccable figure and appearance pounced on her with an ambiguous smell. Even if most men can refuse the temptation, they will inevitably fall into hesitation at the first time. This is a very normal physiological reaction.

——Male humans are like this.

However, this normal reaction did not apply to Yang Siming at this time.

Everything.

It all happened so fast!

Before the hormones or dopamine kick in, incredible changes begin to unfold.

At the last moment, the whisper hadn't died away.

The gentle body of the 'girl' lost its original shape in an instant.

Colorless as air but radiant, soft as colloid but indestructible, as cold as ice but as hot as fire.

All kinds of contradictory factors were perfectly and orderly blended in everything, and the 'existence' that was difficult to express in words appeared in front of him instead of the previous Veronica.

this thing...

It can almost meet the weird design requirements of Party A's "Colorful Black"!

"this......"

"Is this Lao Tzu's golden finger coming?"

After confirming that he traveled through time, he had already made a lot of psychological plans for himself. But such a strange scene was directly attached to his face, which still prevented him from making a decisive judgment immediately.

The change in Veronica was because she had completed some kind of test?

So now is the time to claim your prize?

Or are things about to enter a whole new phase next?

Pay attention to one thing -

This time, it was not accompanied by thunder!

At the same time, no matter how calmly Yang Siming thinks, encounters that are completely beyond common sense continue.

"Accept this gift."

"Um?"

Buzz buzz!

The maid's last murmur rang directly in his mind, and Yang Siming lost his sight in an instant.

No, more than that!

Including sight, touch of the body, smell of smell, hearing of sound...

The feedback brought by all the senses is completely stripped from the consciousness.

Only the thinking of the brain is still going on normally.

This feeling is like being beaten by a Virgo Saint.

in mind--

It's a humming that wanders back and forth, like an electric motor in the skull, pushing the mind to accelerate.

Immediately afterwards, some kind of 'undescribable information' began to break into the brain.

This special feeling is like soft silk stuffed into the brain from the right ear, and then withdrawn from the left ear, and under its influence, consciousness began to gradually evolve.

Finally, a string of lead gray characters full of ancient atmosphere emerged in the brain.

Yang Siming can guarantee that he has never learned such characters.

But the meaning was inexplicably understood.

【29086, 37】

This was all he could analyze and understand in this piece of information.

Time passed little by little——

After an unknown period of time, wonderful changes that cannot be described in words became entangled in one's mind, and mysterious but weird knowledge completed the transformation of the breadth of thinking.

Yang Siming sat on the chair.

The things in my mind gradually subsided, and my perception of the world began to recover.

Something rough and cold like mud appeared in his hand.

"...."

"It seems that my feeling has always been accurate."

"This is my 'customs clearance reward'?"

Looking down, as he felt it.

A piece of earth-brown stone slab about the size of 4A paper and as thick as a chewing gum box lies between the palm and the embrace. The pattern is a combination of straight lines and curved patterns.

Almost occupied the entire space of the stone slab.

"Sure enough, it's cuneiform."

This time, Yang Siming was more sure of his previous deduction.

The writing on the slate belongs to the very early graphic writing.

In order to work, he happened to do some basic homework on it.

In the Sumerian culture, it took about 400 years for this graphic writing to simplify the strokes and become the cuneiform writing in the Code of Hammurabi that people recognize.

In terms of time, the slate corresponds to the period of Iskur's belief.

Even this kind of detail is perfectly matched, what is there to doubt?

Subconsciously, like reading other texts, Yang Siming rested his fingers on this stone slab that might be called a 'cultural relic'.

"uh-huh?"

Taking a closer look, Yang Siming's eyebrows raised again.

He can guarantee once again that he has not studied cuneiform in depth in the past, at best, he has only done research within the scope of his work, and being able to distinguish the period when this kind of writing appeared is already the limit of his ability.

But the problem is that he can understand the writing on the slate!

What are you kidding?

Not to mention this kind of early graphic writing, even the mature cuneiform writing in the later period can only recognize "star" and "god" like ordinary people.

What does it mean to understand directly?

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of King Uma of Uruk?

The turmoil in his heart did not affect Yang Siming's reading. While he was silent, the content on the slate was also understood by him.

————

"God Hammer of Rain and Mist"

The sky is cut off by day,

The earth parted from the margins,

The name of the Son of Man has not yet been established;

Anu is the sky,

Qi is the earth,

Ereshkigal falls to Chur;

Before he set sail,

Before the Father set sail,

After he set sail,

After the Mother Goddess sets sail;

The king of riding clouds, the strongest god!

The light that shakes the earth is cast on the mortal world,

The wind blows, the mountain trembles, the earth burns,

Death screams faintly, and the keel of the ship rolls away;

Crazy light! Holy light!

Swift light! Light of Destruction!

Daytime Thunder!

Overlord of the dry sky!

The stalwart stands against the atmosphere in a heroic posture,

Like a lion tearing apart its enemies,

That blazing brilliance covered the sun,

like hyenas gluttonous their prey;

…

There is not much content on the small slate, and Yang Siming read it thoroughly in just a few minutes.

Apparently, this is a poem written by the ancient Sumerians in praise of the gods.

It may also be a liturgy for sacrificial rituals.

But in any case, there is no doubt that the Sumerian god of thunder [Iskull] is sung in it.

"Is this the so-called gift?"

"The reward for the trial?"

For a while, Yang Siming was a little surprised.

He originally thought that according to the routine, he should get some golden fingers, or a gifted supernatural power that would allow him to survive in a different world.

But in the end, a 'cultural relic' was delivered.

Are the cultural relics on earth valuable in another world?

Or to say that my time travel is actually the type of returning to the ancient Western Middle Ages, and I will make a living as a dealer in cultural relics in the future?

"well--"

Sighing with complicated emotions, Yang Siming immediately put aside his wandering reverie and began to think about the disposal of the slate.

The preciousness of the slate is absolutely very important, and you must carry it well.

But the size and weight are not exaggerated.

Carrying one of these slates around is definitely a big deal in terms of attracting attention and getting in the way.

It must be resolved first...

Sudden change!

The idea just came out, and the slate in Yang Siming's hand seemed to feel his thoughts. Without the influence of any external force, it instantly dissipates into the air.

Accompanied by this change, a lightning-like imprint flashed away from Yang Siming's wrist.

In his hands, there is no trace of any slate anymore!

Not even slate slag.

…

After hesitating for two breaths, Yang Siming whispered hesitantly:

"come out?"

The slate appeared, right in the hand.

"disappear?"

The slate disappeared, and the mark on the wrist flashed and disappeared.

"..."

"It's quite convenient."

Quickly accepting this convenient fact, Yang Siming was about to get up from the chair...