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There are still ten days until the start of the Holy Grail War...

"The ability of an editor, also known as a special effects editor, is further developed on the basis of the cameraman's ability. He can edit the captured images with random special effects to achieve effects similar to illusions."

"Editing can affect reality to a certain extent, allowing people to truly feel the effects of special effects. The power depends on the thoughts of the person who is trapped in the hallucination and the user's thoughts."

"At the same time, I have added the ability to see and enter other people's dream latitudes, and even forcefully pull people into the dream latitudes, and edit the dreams with special effects..."

After hearing Xiao Yiren's introduction to his abilities, Snow nodded slightly, and the big stone hanging in his heart was slightly lowered. After reaching this sequence, he finally had some extraordinary attack capabilities.

Although this ability has many limitations, it still has the ability to protect itself.

After clenching his fist, Snow looked up at the thin film overlapping the world in his spiritual vision, and understood that this should be the so-called dream dimension.

Snow raised his hand slightly, and a mouse came out of the sewer next to him.

Looking at the dirty mouse in front of him and the dream dimension above the mouse's head that was obviously deeper than ordinary space, he slowly sighed and reached out to him.

Almost instantly, the mouse in front of Snow fell into a coma. However, in another latitude, the mouse was still awake. It still raised its head and looked at Snow, and kept chirping in its mouth.

Don’t forget to wander around.

In the dream dimension, Snow looked at his own projection in the dream dimension, and slowly used his ability as an editor to control himself in the dream to directly pull out a dagger that did not exist in reality from his waist, and then others

It was stabbed directly towards the mouse below.

The mouse did not dodge this blow at all, and was directly stabbed firmly in the head. The dream dimension deepened by the mouse was also directly fragmented at this moment, and the mouse in front of Snow was also distorted by reality.

As he lay on the ground, a hideous scar appeared on his forehead, with blood and brain matter spilling out of it. This is a manifestation of the impact of editing on reality.

Snow was convinced that the mouse was dead, and the mouse was also convinced that he was dead. Only one person and one mouse knew the information at the scene, so under the coverage of consultation from dream to reality, the mouse was really dead.

After that, Snow used some cockroaches, mice, sparrows, etc. to try various operations of his editor.

Then Snow discovered that editing is the ability to release the object. The clearer the subject's perception of something, the easier it is for the other party to believe it and lead to consultation coverage.

For example, if a guy who subconsciously does not believe in the existence of magic is covered by magic damage consultation, unless Snow can make the other person believe that magic is real and he is likely to be killed, otherwise the effect of the information coverage will become

Very bad, it is normal for death to turn into minor injuries.

In other words, if a creature's IQ is too low, making it completely unable to understand death and pain, such as insects, the editor's editing effect will also become poor.

Of course, that's not to say it doesn't work, it just doesn't work well.

Snow speculated that these bugs had no so-called concept of life and death. Even pain was a luxury for them in the so-called brain formed by several ganglia. They couldn't feel it and didn't think they were dead. Only Snow was exerting force.

The natural effect is much worse.

However, this also reminded Snow that using the dream dimension to cover reality with information should have a range of targets. Too high or too low is not good...

"Although it is a little more restrictive, it is still a good ability if it can be used properly."

"And the pre-study role I played as a photographer is indeed useful. I have just swallowed the magic potion, and I have already digested more than half of it. It shouldn't be too difficult to become a projectionist compared to completely digesting the potion.

"

When Xiao Yiren on the side saw Snow's happy look, he nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, now that you've been promoted to Sequence Seven, it's time to get your props. What do you want?"

In this regard, Snow had obviously made his own plans very early on. He nodded and directly stated his choice.

"I have already thought about it. I don't want the lucky person's coin. Time is getting tighter and tighter. I need some luck to help me grasp some key factors."

After hearing this, Xiao Yiren didn't hesitate and threw a coin directly. Snow naturally caught it with quick eyes and quick hands.

After getting the coin, Snow's face suddenly showed a look of surprise. He raised his right hand that caught the lucky coin and looked at it. He saw that his hand was composed of three strokes, which looked like strange tattoos on the eyes, and the corners of his mouth were twisted.

It kept rising slightly.

"It seems I'm pretty lucky..."

…

The time has come to the fourth day, and there are still seven days left before the Holy Grail War begins.

"I think it's time..."

Looking at the Matou family's old house in front of him, Snow tugged on the gloves on his hands, looked at the ragdoll cat lying on his shoulders, nodded and said:

"Let's go, caster..."

"Meow~"

Taking a deep breath, Snow suddenly transformed back into a human being and slowly walked into the Matou family's ancestral home in front of him. As soon as he walked to the door, Snow instantly connected to hundreds of people.

A different perspective.

Directly sending all these guys into the dream dimension, which was slightly different from reality, Snow opened the door and walked in as if nothing had happened.

But as soon as he stepped into the house, the corner of Snow's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Because at this moment, Snow was directly connected to thousands of eyes, and the thousands of eyes were staring at him in all directions.

The feeling that every detail of one's body is revealed is really a bit creepy.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Moreover, even Snow found it inexplicably difficult to link thousands of businesses instantly and to tamper with his own image in their eyes.

And just when Snow instantly pulled these lines of sight into the same dreamland to manage them uniformly, an old and dry voice, as unpleasant as the sound of wind blown by a broken blower, was directly transmitted into Snow's ears.

Desnuo couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Back~"

Snow suddenly raised his head, and then he saw an old man with a bare head, sunken eye sockets like two black spots, a face full of wrinkles that looked like dry and cracked land for hundreds of years, and a body that exuded a rotten smell like a corpse.

The bug is standing on the stairs.

Of course, the end point of Snow's attention is not this disgusting old insect, but the purple-haired girl beside him who looks numb and doll-like, and...

Looking at the man with some stubble, wearing a suit and looking like a loser, Snow couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about the current situation quickly in his mind.

"When did Matou Kariya come back?!"

"But it's really fast..."

It has been half a year since Snow came to Matou's house, but Snow has often seen Matou Sakura in the past six months, while Matou Kariya Snow really has no impression of him. Of course, it is also possible that the other party appeared in his sight.

The number of hits was too small, and it was not obvious that the housekeeping staff came. In addition, Snow had been hypnotized at that time, and after waking up, Snow would not stay at Matou's house most of the time, so he did not leave a deep impression.

normal.

However, Snow had indeed forgotten such a thing before, and just regarded Matou Kariya as a neutral NPC that would be automatically refreshed during the Holy Grail War.

However, after touching the coins in his pocket, feeling the luck he had accumulated, and recalling the seventy points thrown out before, Snow barely calmed down.

He raised his head and glanced at the three people on the corridor. He raised his arm as if to let something go down his arm. Then Snow said with a smile:

"Yes, I'm back..."

When he saw the returning boy, especially when he looked at the boy's palm, Tong Zangyan had a disgusting smile on his face.

But before Matou Zangyan could say anything, Snow's eyes seemed to see something, and he interrupted first:

"Old bug, your magic is the most useless! Come and blast the gold coins for me."

Almost instantly, Matou Zangyan's expression condensed directly, but then he showed a gloomy expression, adding a bit of gloominess to his already disgusting face, and said:

"Snow, do you know what you are talking about?"

In response, Snow smiled contemptuously and did not continue to speak, but his expression said everything.

"good good good good……"

Seeing Snow's look like this, Matou Zouken was also angry. Then out of the corner of his vision, he saw Matou Kariya who was about to move next to him and snorted coldly.

The next moment, Matou Kariya, who had a strange look on his face, screamed and fell to the ground. The blood vessels on the skin and muscles on his face protruded like worms, squirming like disgusting caterpillars.

, looks scary and scary. Just looking at it makes people feel inexplicably scary...

Of course, Matou Zangyan did not focus too much on the loser, Matou Kariya. After he gave Snow a look, he said with cold eyes:

"you sure?!"

The condition of Matou Kariya's body seemed to really frighten Snow, but in the blink of an eye he came down tonight and sneered, drew a magic array in front of him, and used the magic array that was beyond the scope of Matou Zangyan's knowledge.

Magic pulled out a black, flat-headed columnar-shaped disgusting insect from his body, then stretched out his hand and burned it to charcoal all over the ground with a burst of fire.

"I am very sure."

Seeing Snow's actions, Matou Zouken's originally extremely gloomy expression became even more gloomy. He felt that the vision of the imprinting insect was lost, and he was sure that it was indeed dead, and the imprinting insect also thought so.

.and the fact was born.

"Do you think that becoming a master gives you the capital to fight me? With the knowledge that a mere servant has taught you these past few days, do you think you can ride on top of me?!"

Although I don’t know what is going on with Snow, Matou Zouken is indeed a veteran. Before, I just didn’t pay enough attention to Snow. Most of the attention was on Matou Sakura and Matou Kariya. Now I really think about it.

Snow's recent situation made him think of a lot of things in just a moment. Combined with Snow's abnormality in the past few days, he could have guessed everything.

In his eyes, Snow definitely obtained the Command Seal, and then summoned the heroic spirit by chance, and came into contact with hypnosis. The weirdness in the past few days was definitely preparing for a counterattack.

Although there are differences in when, it is generally true. The only difference is that more than ten days of magic practice is just like shit, nothing. But the more than ten days of Extraordinary Night did bring subversive ideas to Snow.

strength.

Without giving Matou Zouken any chance to think, Snow waved his hand and threw a huge circle of fireballs, flying back towards Matou Zouken like a wild boar.

As for this small trick, Matou Zangyan naturally dismissed it and didn't even bother to move. He just stretched out his crutch and knocked on the floor hard. A shallow light curtain appeared in front of him, and the flames automatically moved to both sides.

Separated, it was as if there was an invisible pillar standing there, preventing the flames from getting close at all.

At the same time, countless disgusting bugs came one after another from the corners, from the basement, from the doors and windows, and from the walls. They bared their teeth and claws, staring at Snow in front of him with eager eyes, the scarlet flashing in the countless compound eyes.

Looking at the bright light makes one's scalp numb.

"Snow, the person who taught you magic should be a caster. Didn't he or she tell you never to fight with a magician in the other's magic workshop?!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Faced with Matou Zouken’s birth taunt, Snow also smiled slightly.

"I've taught it. Caster has taught me this basic skill. So what gave you the illusion that I'm unprepared?!"

"Boom~"

Almost at the moment Snow spoke, the flames that had been blocked by Matou Zangyan immediately started burning violently, and the fire wave with the shock wave swept through the entire Matou mansion almost instantly.

Such a scene instantly shocked Matou Zouken, who had a gloomy face. He looked at the barrier in front of him that instantly changed from being as stable as a mountain to being on the verge of breaking, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Of course, things that he couldn't believe were yet to come.

Snow's distorted voice in the explosion undoubtedly stirred Matou Zōyan's nerves again.

"Please allow me to introduce to you my caster, one of the four mythical beasts in science, Schrödinger's cat."

And as Snow finished speaking, Matou Zangyan suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed to have changed.

The originally clean and tidy Matou family's mansion became filled with a variety of strange-looking items at some point.

Some of these objects are in the shape of bullets, some are in the shape of round pancakes, and some are in the shape of eggs. Even Matou Zouken, who has lived for hundreds of years and is obsessed with immortality and disdainful of so-called modern technology, can easily recognize these objects.

Dongdong.

Hand grenades, anti-tank mines, C4 explosives, highly concentrated gas barrels, highly concentrated oxygen tanks, highly concentrated gasoline bomb barrels, and that one must-have Tomahawk missile, right?!

Almost all the explosives that Matou Zoukstone could understand and imagine were placed here by Snow, except mushroom eggs. Those things were just placed there, and the inexplicable sense of oppression made Matou Zoukstone feel a burst of pressure.

Scalp numbness.

The initial shock wave was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. The moment it fell, a crazy explosion filled the sky with tongues of fire, sawdust and furniture flew everywhere, and the entire Matou family was blown away.

The magic furnace, the detection barrier, and the twisted worm were all reduced to rubble almost instantly.

And looking at the flames soaring into the sky, a faint smile appeared on Snow's face, who seemed to exist and yet not exist in the flames.

"Do you like the birthday gift I gave you?"