As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Chapter 110 Everything is an arrangement of fate (1)

Gudong!

Ron swallowed hard.

He was only reading Archibald's notes and did not experience these things personally like Archibald. But even so, Ron could feel the creeping fear from between the lines.

As Archibald said, crazy, everyone in the Andre family is crazy.

For thousands of years, they regarded the birth of saints as a gift from fate, and pursued this goal crazily and pathologically.

Ron's expression also looked particularly solemn, his throat trembled, and he picked up Archibal's last note.

Fortunately for him, this note was connected to the previous one.

"The man looked at me with extremely cold eyes. I couldn't feel any warmth in his eyes. I am not his son, not even the original owner of the body."

"Whether it's me, Sally, my mother, or himself, they are all just small pawns in the execution of fate."

"Those are not the eyes that humans can have. I even suspect that he is just a machine that looks similar to humans, but is actually cold."

"He told me in a tone without any emotion that my talent was mediocre and that it was impossible to create new words or research a new magic system. It was just that there was no obvious physical or mental disability, so it was not abandoned... The so-called abandonment should probably mean being killed."

"And the only thing I can do is marry Sally and have children."

"Damn it, I don't want to have anything to do with these lunatics anymore. Isn't it just about creating new characters? Just kidding, when it comes to my understanding of ancient characters in the game, I dare say that I am second. No one dares to say that I am first. Even if the game Designers also need to step aside.”

"I will arrange a copy of this so-called ancient text for you in minutes. If it doesn't work, there are Chinese, Chinese Pinyin, and English... I can always get it."

"As for the so-called new magic system... Oh, God, are you kidding me? I wonder if I have more than a dozen accounts, all of which are magic systems. Can this trouble me?"

"As long as you can clear your relationship with this perverted family, I will get it out for you overnight."

"Right now, I was ready to let these damn bastards see how much surprise I, who he said was mediocre in talent, could bring to him... But just when I was about to take action, I froze, mediocre?"

"Mediocre talent? No ability to create new words or new magic systems?"

"An indescribable fear made my scalp numb. I thought about it. According to the memory of the original owner of the body that I received, he seemed to be a very mediocre guy. He did not have any special talents, whether it was magic talent. , learning ability is all mediocre..."

"But why, in the history of the game, is Archibald the one who invented new words and new magic? Why did he become a sage... If I hadn't traveled through time, how could he have invented new words? He didn't even know how to invent new words at dusk. The original Chinese characters are not fully recognized."

"Could it be said that my time travel..."

"Is all this an arrangement of fate?"

hiss!

Even though his body was soaked in warm water, a dense layer of small pimples instantly appeared on Ron's skin.

He didn't know what senior Archibald was feeling when he wrote this string of words. He only knew that he himself was swept by that indescribable chill.

If Archibald's time travel was an arrangement of fate, what about him? Is his time traveling also a part of his destiny?

Fate is so terrifying.

The scariest thing is that fate is unpredictable.

You don’t know, for every thing you encounter and every decision you make, which one is following your heart and which one is following the trajectory set by fate!

Perhaps, your self-righteous resistance is just a script that fate has already prepared for you.

All your struggles are just a funny clown in the eyes of fate!

At this moment, Ron finally understood what it meant to have a cold heart and a soaring heart.

But soon, Ron broke free from the whirlpool of decline. He was not qualified to care about that. He only knew that he had to struggle desperately, otherwise there was only one ending waiting for him...death! He tapped his fingers gently and rhythmically on the edge of the barrel.

Undoubtedly, it was at this time that Archibald had doubts about his time travel and began to glimpse the existence of destiny for the first time. No one knows what Archibald experienced in the past, but in the end, he I chose the path of resisting fate.

Just like Ron is now.

This is normal. No reader with a right mind here will willingly become a pawn in the hands of fate. How do you say that? My fate is up to me. Who do you think you are? You dare to arrange my fate. I give you face, right?

Archibald should have made many attempts, but all these resistances failed. In the end, Archibald chose to deceive, and his deception was suspected to be successful.

Serafina was able to briefly glimpse into the future through the notes he left behind as proof.

After a long silence, Ron put the three yellowed notes aside.

Then, he picked up the last note, which was a relic left by Partridge, who had replaced Archibald as the sage... It couldn't be said to be a relic, judging from the original notes left by Ron. , this sage should still be alive now.

As soon as he picked up the note, Ron was stunned.

It’s not that the contents of the notes cannot be deciphered.

On the contrary, the text above is very easy to understand.

Currently, there are two main languages ​​and scripts in the Dusk Continent.

One is the universal script of the Twilight Continent, and the other is the so-called ancient script invented by the sage Partridge.

In fact, the history of universal writing is much older than the ancient writing invented by Partridge. It has been used for at least seven or eight thousand years without changing.

Although universal scripts are widely circulated, there are a large number of polyphonic characters, synonyms, and pseudonyms in universal scripts, which makes it very difficult and even dangerous to use universal scripts as magic spells.

After all, magic spells require precision. Every spell and every pronunciation has a specific meaning, and there can be no confusion.

Once a mistake is made, the magic may fail at first, or the magic may backfire, causing hemiplegia.

In comparison, the ancient characters invented by Partridge should actually be regarded as magic-specific characters and languages. Although obscure and difficult to understand, each character corresponds to a unique meaning and pronunciation, and there will be absolutely no mistakes. It can be used as a magic spell. is the most suitable.

However, after Partridge invented ancient writing, for unknown reasons, a large number of ancient writings were lost, and only a very small part has been passed down to the present. This gave birth to the special profession of ancient writing scholars.

But Partridge's notes were not written in ancient Chinese characters or common Chinese characters, but in... Hanyu Pinyin.

That's right, it's Chinese Pinyin.

So much so that Ron was a little confused when he first saw the series of letters above, and it took several seconds for him to react.

A layer of black lines appeared on his forehead involuntarily.

Where did Partridge learn Chinese Pinyin?

Could this guy be a time traveler, too? Moreover, he's still a first-year primary school student?

No way?

Ron's brows knitted tightly and he looked over word by word:

"The twenty-six letters left by the teacher are really useful..."

teacher?

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