Super Dimensional Wizard

But at this moment, the mottled and complicated memory fragments settled into one picture.

It was a dark cave. His thin body lay on the ground, his lifeless eyes closed, and his life was frozen. His body slowly expanded, deteriorated, and decayed, and finally became a skeleton.

A pale and eerie skeleton.

"I am Tulas, but I seem to be...dead?" When Tulas realized this information, he suddenly opened his eyes.

After he opened his eyes, more information came in at once.

His unwillingness, resentment and obsession with leaving after his death made him crazy. Then I wandered on that dead island, year after year. During this period, many people entered the island, and many people were killed by him.

Every time he kills a living person, he returns to his burial place to sleep, waiting for the next living person to enter. He seemed to have become the scavenger of this small island, getting rid of all the dazzling existence in his eyes.

It wasn't until an unknown number of years later that he saw a living person again. The living person was so powerful that he seemed to be wiped out by the living person in the end.

"Huh, that's not right. If I was eliminated, why do I still exist now?" Tulas thought about this question, not even noticing the changes in the surrounding environment.

"But, I was obviously killed by that weird gun?" Turas still can't tell whether he is an undead or a soul.

When he was doubting himself, a voice suddenly reached Tulas's ears.

"woke up?"

This is a clear and light sound, with a long and elegant ending, which sounds very pleasant to the ear.

Hey, pleasant?

Tulas was suddenly stunned. What a beautiful word this was. Why did he suddenly use this word to describe this sound?

Ever since he was trapped in that dark and silent house, all the emotions he could sense were negative. Darkness, fear, helplessness, madness, as well as killing and death, these melodies have been lingering in his memory. in fragments.

Let him continue to sink and fall in darkness.

He never thought that one day he would suddenly be happy because of the music? This is a very small and subtle joy that ordinary people may not notice, but Tulas, who has not experienced positive emotions in a thousand years, sensitively captured the changes in his heart.

How long has it been since he felt this kind of beautiful happiness?

At this moment, Tulas found that he seemed to feel light.

So missed. As if he was reunited with a friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Turas felt bursts of joy in his heart and couldn't help but laugh.

"What are you so happy about?" The one who spoke was naturally Angel. He could sense all the subtle movements of Turas with his mental power, so he knew that Turas' smile was naturally filled with happiness.

Are you happy because you are a new student?

"Your voice is very pleasant and makes me feel very happy." Tulas smiled and narrowed his eyes. He didn't care where the voice came from or who was speaking. What he cared about was the rain that had not been showered on him for a long time. The dry consciousness is slowly being reborn.

"Thank you for your compliment." Angel said softly, still looking at Tulas.

When Tulas smiled, he looked even more baby-faced.

He was as handsome as the girl next door. If he had long hair in his helmet and dressed in women's clothes, Angel estimated that Turas would be able to win the hearts of many teenagers who are ready to move.

"Although I can't feel your joy, if your happy mood passes, would you mind sharing your story with me?" Angel asked again.

Turas smiled even more happily and said vaguely: "Your voice is in line with my voice aesthetics. Therefore, I can agree to your request."

With Turas' approval, Angel did not force him to explain immediately, but waited politely for a while.

It wasn't until Tulas' smile slowly faded that Angel asked, "Are you Tulas?"

"I am."

Angel: "Since you woke up until now, haven't you been curious about who I am?"

Turas: "I know who you are, are you the wizard who killed me?"

"Kill you, do you think so? Do you think you are dead?" Angel continued to ask, wanting to see if there was any deviation in the nature of Turas' memory and thinking ability.

Turas thought for a moment: "I don't know, but I feel that you killed me, killed the me who is not like me."

"You don't look like you?" Angel said with a smile: "You mean, you are full of violence? But, I remember your nickname is the King of Violence."

"Yes, you killed the part of myself that I hated, the part of myself that I couldn't control. Speaking of which, I should also thank you for letting him disappear from my mind. As for the King of Violence, he was just a person who was The treacherous nobleman I robbed was a rumor deliberately spread to the outside world, but I don’t know why it was actually used..."

"However, I like the name King of Violence very much. It fits my naming aesthetics very well."

From Turas's conversation, Angel basically confirmed one thing. Turas's memory and thinking should have recovered. Not only did he remember what happened during his lifetime, but he also clearly remembered what happened when he was undead.

It seems that the effect of Reincarnation Prelude is indeed as Sanders originally speculated. Six white light bullets can only be used on one undead, and the final effect is to return the undead to the soul state.

Angel immediately took out his notebook and quickly recorded the results of the experimental subjects.

While recording, Angel also did not forget to tell Turaskop something: "After ordinary people die, there is a certain chance that a soul will be born. If the soul is not interfered by external forces, and there is great resentment or obsession before death, there is a chance that the soul will be born. Degenerated into undead, the bodies of the undead are almost entirely filled with negative energy..."

After Angel's popular science, Turas said blankly: "So I was in the state of undead before, and now I am in the state of soul again?"

"That's right, those six bullets that return you to your soul are probably the only ones in the wizarding world, and they are extremely precious. Therefore, you are lucky to be able to return to the real world."

After listening to this, Tulas suddenly realized. No wonder he felt happy before because he was no longer undead!

"Although you are now in the soul state, if you continue to be exposed to negative emotions and power for a long time, there is still the possibility of degeneration. Therefore, I suggest that you stop persisting in your obsession. If you degenerate into the undead again, my bullets will be in vain. Yes." Angel paused and said, "Of course, I'm just suggesting that it's up to you to do whatever you want."

Even if he falls again, he can still add new data to the experiment. Therefore, Angel doesn't mind whether Tulas will fall again, but before falling, he must at least make it clear about the island.

"My whole body and mind are relaxed now. I don't want to go back to the time when I was crazy..." Tulas said fearfully. After suppressing it for thousands of years, he understood the value of tranquility at this moment.

"By the way, Master Wizard, are we still on that dead island?" Tulas said suddenly.

Angel noticed a flash of anxiety in Tulas's eyes when he said this. He shook his head: "No, I brought you out."

When he heard that he had left the cage, Tulas's expression froze, and a string in his heart snapped. A clear sky seemed to appear above his head, and a heavy stone weighing on his heart suddenly broke.

Really left? Really left!

Whether it was his obsession when he was an undead, or his wish when he was a soul, it was to leave the cage that shackled him! Now that he really left, although Tulas didn't show it on the surface, he was extremely excited inside.

After a long time, Turas calmed down.

Now that he has left that prison, where will he go next? Turas knew that all this might have to be decided by the wizard.

He looked at his surroundings, trying to determine where he was and talking to the wizard outside.

Here is a small room with empty walls and nothing except a colorful window that looks like a church.

Turas tentatively walked to the window. When he looked out through the colored window paper, he took a few steps back in the next second.

He couldn't see anything else outside, only the blazing flames.

"Could it be that I have come to the abyss of flames now?" Tulas exclaimed.

Angel glanced at the miniature church in his hand, then at the burning stove beside him, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

With a wave of his hand, just like Froude, he also arranged a fantasy world in Turas's room, with a bed, a seat, and books. He even put "The Sound of Tide in the Night" on a conspicuous desk in a playful way. superior.

Turas looked at the sudden change in the room around him with a look of surprise on his face. He walked around the room and finally chose to sit cross-legged on the bed: "It's been a long time since I slept on such a soft bed. It fits my furniture aesthetics so well. It's just that I don't like to have the bed facing the mirror."

Angel: "..."

Sounds have aesthetics, naming has aesthetics, and even furniture has aesthetics? Angel suddenly felt that the painting style of Tulas in front of him seemed to be getting more and more biased. Sure enough, even the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan.com could not be trusted. The majestic image in "The Sound of Tide in the Devil's Night" may as well pass away with the wind.

"This room will be yours from now on. You can decorate it however you want." Angel said.

Turas nodded and then said seriously: "Master Wizard, you spent precious bullets to turn me back into a soul and took me out of that dead island. Can you tell me why?"

"There are two reasons. First, I hope you can answer some questions for me; second, you are now my experimental sample, so of course you have to take it with you." When Angel said the experimental sample, he specifically observed Turas His expression was not strange at all, which surprised him.

"Aren't you scared?" Angel asked, raising his eyebrows.

"The wizard has worked so hard to bring me back from the undead to the soul. You probably won't go to great lengths to get me back, right? Besides, I'm already dead. It doesn't matter whether I'm scared or not." Turaspan Sitting on the bed, he spread his hands and shrugged.

"It seems you have resigned yourself to your fate."

"You can't accept your fate. I can't defeat the wizard." Tulas said helplessly.

"Not necessarily. You should have memories of being undead, right? Back then, you killed a wizard apprentice from Baibei Shipping Company."

Turas recalled for a moment, but there was no memory. Because his memory as an undead was very confusing and he killed too many people. As long as the outside world entered the ship, he would kill them. He didn't care who was who.

"Is there any? I can't remember. But even if there is, I found that I can teleport when I am undead. I may have killed a not very good wizard apprentice at that time... Now I have become a soul and cannot teleport. , so how can it be possible to defeat the wizard?"

Angel asked in confusion, "You can't move in space now? Isn't space shifting your innate magical power?"