The Roots of Manga

Chapter 2 The Existence of Heroic Spirits

Watching the TV, Nuohe unconsciously recalled six years ago, when he first felt the strength in his body, when he was playing with the neighbor girl on the grass making clay figurines.

But on the way, he suddenly and vaguely perceived the decay in his body, not a disease, but a decay in the pure sense of life.

After returning with the excuse of having a stomachache, he tried his best to understand what was going on.

In the land of nothingness in the previous life, the wood he hit could be said to be a kind of divine object, a divine object with infinite power, but it was too damaged, and it maintained its vitality in a static state in the land of nothingness. But for unknown reasons, he is now completely integrated with Nohe.

After leaving the land of nothingness, its remaining vitality began to disappear again, because it had become the essence or source of Nohe, and its death represented the end of Nohe's life, and this almost completely disappeared vitality, at most It can only last until Nohe is seventeen years old.

But all this is not just bad, Nohe came back to his senses, stretched out a finger with his empty hand in front of him, and suddenly a bunch of flames appeared from the fingertips.

This is not relying on any special ability related to the fire element, but tampering with the rules of reality to make this flame appear out of thin air. This kind of power can even be said to be the ability to make one's wishes come true, symbolizing miracles and impossibility.

If Noah restores this power to a strong enough point, he will be omnipotent.

Nohe didn't understand why the Primarch who possessed this power died, and even left only a remnant body.

Knowing that the origin can be repaired with the emotions of living beings, or things related to the fundamentals of the world, Nohe has made many actions in the past six years.

"It's dangerous and fascinating, but the thrill of changing the world is quite interesting."

After extinguishing the flame at his fingertips, Nuohe shook his hand, swallowed the remaining sandwich in two bites, washed his hands, picked up his schoolbag and went out.

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"Hey Noah!"

"Hey, Draven!"

"Nuohe, I guess what you ate this morning must be a bread sandwich without toppings!"

"Well, Haas, your nose is always so good, but I just didn't add the ham, I put a few slices of lettuce instead!"

"Hi! Noah, how do you see me today?"

"Yeril, I guess you must be using your mom's makeup."

After entering the school bus, Nuohe received many warm greetings, and he responded naturally and sat in the back row. He took off his schoolbag, put it on his chest, and asked the little boy beside him with several pockmarks on his face: "Kang Tan, how was last night? I mean those materials."

"Nohe, you are simply a genius! Those things are so useful! I feel that I must have a perfect score in this afternoon's test!" Kang Tan excitedly said.

Noah shrugged and said, "Actually, buddy, I gave that information to many people, so yours won't look too good when the results come out."

"Well, that group of shit, I bet they didn't pay attention, only I will not disappoint your Nohe!" Kang Tan lowered his voice and whispered.

"OK, sir, you'll be great." Nuo He just gave a chuckle of encouragement, and then stopped talking, but Kang Tan was already familiar with his character, and didn't care about it, just kept sharing his own affairs beside him.

When halfway to the school, Nuohe took out his mobile phone, looked down at the date displayed on it, and said silently in his heart, today is finally here.

His plans, his future, his everything.

It was a blessing to live again, so Nohe had no complaints about the price of his ability from the beginning.

And when he learned that he came to the Marvel world where the earth is overturned every day, he was grateful. Although he didn't think that his scientific research ability could not compare with those scientists in the original plot, he was faced with more super-standard things. ,

His limitations are there.

And this unexpected ability made him no longer feel hopeless and powerless, but had the possibility to climb to all heights.

It has been six years since he first awakened this power, and he has turned from five years old to eleven years old. During this time, he has already planted enough foreshadowing, so that his plan can be fully realized in this precipitation. display.

And these foreshadowings have already caused a lot of influence, allowing him, the power that could only slightly change reality, to grow a lot.

If it was just a stream that was not too big to create a fire, now it is a big river that can set off waves, and there are already too many things that can be changed.

Weilaqier Private Middle School, a middle school with a reputation for decades, was developed by the old principal Botu, and is known as the cradle of famous schools.

When Nuohe was sitting on the stool in the class, he leaned on his head with his right hand, and put his hand on his right eye seemingly unintentionally. While his dear teacher wrote one formula after another on the blackboard, his mind was immersed in other things. a place.

"Sorry, I really don't want to review those boring things today, well, this seems to be my daily line."

On the corner of an unnoticed street in New York, a human figure gradually emerged. It was an exceptionally handsome young man. He was the avatar of Nohe's existence consciousness. No guilty smile. He walked out, lowered the gentleman hat he was wearing, and walked into an auction house.

Because of the invitation letter he took out, the security guards did not stop him at all. When he got inside, he sat in a corner and watched the auction process that had already started.

"The following auction will be the diary of the famous Russian demon monk Rasputin. Dear gentlemen and ladies, I think if you have known this person, you will know that he is a rumored special person, and he has the ability to sleep all over the world." The reputation of all women in Russia, he possesses power and wealth, and he was a man of the age of Tsar Nicholas II. I think his diary has a very precious meaning. Next, please bid! The initial amount is, Sixty thousand dollars!"

After the auction hall was silent for a while, those who were interested raised their signs one after another

"One hundred and twenty thousand times!"

"One hundred and thirty thousand times!"

"Two hundred and one thousand times!"

In a remote corner, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties looked at the diary and said silently in his heart, "It's mine."

He fumbled for the watch on his wrist, and the bulging veins on his hand represented his restlessness.

His name is Sander and he is a businessman.

He looked at the diary, and there was only one thought in his heart that he didn't want to wait any longer. Since he got that, he has been looking for historical items with spirituality, but after spending a lot of time, the historical items with spirituality not only did not get , but made a bunch of fakes, and the real ones, either he was not satisfied, or they couldn't be summoned. As for that diary, he could feel that relying on today's special day, he could barely summon an item with this level of spirituality.

That's right, he found that the spirituality in the human body has a cycle, which is high and low. Although the range is not too large, but through the two years of exploration, he has calculated that today is the day when his spirituality is the highest. If he misses it, then Don't know how long it will take.

Anxiety, panic, fear of accidents, and different emotions attached to his heart. In the end, he made a decision to do it directly.

He is not an irrational person, but in fact, he is already a pauper on the verge of bankruptcy, buying all kinds of antiquities regardless of the cost, making him, who had a good financial situation, completely reduced to a poor man.

"Sleeping Heroic Spirit, respond to me, and descend from the ancient Hall of Valor to the world. Your body is entrusted to me; my destiny is attached to your sword, respond to the call of the Supreme Reason, and obey this will..."

When the auctioneer shouted 240,000 times, he suddenly found a voice from the audience who had been reciting inexplicable sentences. He followed the voice to find the person, and said politely: "Mr. At auction."

Sander ignored it and continued to recite the not too long incantation. He stood up, looked at the people around him, and said in a deep voice; "You will witness the greatest mystery, but as a mortal, I will take your Amnestics."

Just when the security guard was about to step forward and control him as a mentally disturbed person, the diary on the stage suddenly shattered the display case and flew out, forming a magic circle under it.

After a burst of light that caught everyone's sight, when their sight recovered, a tall Russian man in ancient robes appeared in the diary's original place.

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ps: Rasputin, a famous Russian demon monk, after the outbreak of the First World War, the tsar’s royal conquest, the power fell into the hands of Raputin, just two years, the highest level of several official positions, plus I got up and changed a total of twenty-one times. Every time he fucked a woman, he would pluck a hair from her head, and when he searched the garden of his building after his death, he found boxes full of women's hair.