Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

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I had a takeaway fast food at noon. I greeted everyone and went back with Father Sisen. The things that I had planned to discuss today, such as the difficulty of employment, and the affairs of my classmates, because Bajing had already arranged For the sake of reason, I all let go of my heart. The next time is for a few girls. Shirai, as Morino ’s boyfriend, is to accompany him. If the color classmates are absent, Bajing and Saki Ye will also ask me to stay, but they seem to have negotiated well, and they have agreed that I must not contact the class color classmates for the next week.

I do n’t know if the classmates know this kind of thing. I ca n’t see anything from her expressions and attitudes. She did n’t even talk to me in the morning chat, and the occasional glances seemed to be inadvertent. She I don't speak much of myself, most of the time I listen to it like me, it seems a bit cautious. She is a friend of Morino, but she does n’t know that she is a whisperer. It ’s the first time that she has dealt with other whisperers. Even though she has experienced a nightmare-like affair together, she ’s been sleeping so far. For her, there is not much difference from a stranger, and there is nothing wrong with this kind of performance.

Nowhere could she find anything abnormal in her body.

Father Sisen has been staying with me these days. I was troubled by a series of real-world issues, so that I did not chat with him during this time. On the way home, I asked him about the magic pattern.

"Yes, this prismatic pattern is a magic pattern." Father Sissen didn't mean to hide. Of course, if I didn't raise it, he wouldn't take the initiative to tell me these things. He raised his left wrist and put The sleeves are wrapped up to reveal the three prisms on the inside of the wrist. "As many prisms as there are levels of Mageweave messengers. After the ruins of the ruling bureau have undergone security certification, they will also get the corresponding authority. Will gain some wonderful power. "

Father Sisen has three prisms, which are the three-level Mageweave messenger, and has the third-level security authority of the ruling bureau. And I only have one, which seems weak in terms of quantity, but before I had played with Father Sisen, he was easily beaten by me. Although he feels stronger than ordinary people, he is still not my opponent. Moreover, even if the attack at that time was very sudden, he could not escape, which means that he, like the wizard, may be killed by me in a sneak attack. In this way, it seems that it is not entirely correct to judge whether the Mageweave messenger is strong by the number of Mageweave alone.

Father Sisen generally agreed with this. He told me that even with the same level of magic lines, the power of each magic line messenger would not be exactly the same.

"Because everyone's own characteristics and qualities are inherently different." Father Sisen said: "It's like some people are born smart and strong, while others are born with disabilities and are idiots. The first level of moire strengthens the moire In the messenger, the level 2 magic pattern activates the potential of the pattern's messenger, allowing him to exert his talents for a long time. The level 3 magic pattern will force the pattern's messenger to gain super powers. However, some people are getting the level 1 pattern. When the body is strengthened to an abnormal level, some people are not strong at the first level, but when they reach the second level, they can develop their own superpowers. "

"Which one are you?" I thought about the ability of Father Sisen to show the wind control when he rescued Morino. Obviously that was his superpower. Father Sisen had this ability when he became several levels of Mageweave Messenger. What?

"The second kind." Father Sisen replied readily, "My physical ability is not good, but ..." He pointed to his head: "Development of superpowers requires cognitive ability of the self and the world. , I like thinking very much, so I gained super powers at the second level. "

"Control the wind?" I asked.

"No, it's controlling the atmosphere." Father Sisen doesn't seem to hide the meaning of the killer. Perhaps this superpower is not his best stunt. "You can think of it as manipulating atmospheric pressure."

Although his answer is still somewhat ambiguous in my opinion, I feel that the atmosphere and atmospheric pressure are not exactly the same concept. Even so, Father Sisen's superpowers are still very powerful. In this age of vigorous scientific development, even small children know that whether humans can survive on this planet depends largely on the atmosphere itself. Without air, you cannot breathe. Without the atmosphere, life will be destroyed by rays from the universe and stars. Each movement of the airflow will have an impact on the environment within a certain range, and may even produce terrifying natural disasters worldwide.

I do n’t know to what extent Father Sissen can manipulate the atmosphere or the atmosphere, and whether he can use the whole body when knocking down the wizard, but purely from the perspective of development potential, there is no doubt that he has the extraordinary ability to become a self-propelled nuclear bomb. But even such a powerful person was still forced to leave his beloved sect by the Mar Jones family and had to wander through all continents.

"It's terrible," I said to myself.

"It's not persuasive to say this by you." Father Sisen said jokingly: "Superpowers are not omnipotent, I was almost killed by you. The struggle of man is ultimately determined by man, not superpower. itself."

The terrible thing I said is not the priest Sisen, but the Mar Jones family that has only been known so far and has not been able to find out, but I have no intention to correct Sisen's misunderstanding. I subconsciously touched my left wrist. There is already a prismatic magic pattern. If the first-level magic pattern begins to strengthen the user's body, how much has my body been strengthened? In the past seven days, I have not been able to spare time to test my current physical fitness, and every day I feel that I have become stronger than the previous day. This strength is not reflected in the appearance, but it brings some minor troubles to daily life, whether it is picking up things or walking. Whenever I just got used to it, I had to get used to it the next day.

Moreover, the frequent sightings still lingering. I always feel that I have done this before because I am too familiar, so I do it now naturally, but that familiarity is just an illusion. After all, the current body is not the same as the “former body” that should not exist. As a result, there will always be a cry of laughter.

Sometimes, I also produce a wonderful feeling, I feel that I can predict the movement of certain objects, and even feel that even the dust wandering in the air is under control. But when I purposefully wanted to know the predicted result, I found that there was no way to do it.

Now hearing Father Sisen's explanation of the magic pattern, I can't help but think about it. Is this illusion that appears and disappears all the time, is it a sign of superpower? This kind of thinking will happen to people who have the same experience as me. Even mature adults will occasionally have such a young dream. Do you think that what happens to you by accident is the beginning of a miracle? .

I am not disgusted with this feeling of dreaming, I can even say that I like it. Dreaming, illusion, or reverie, it is precisely because of this feeling that your mind is not dead. If someone said that I was a "daydreaming teenager", then I would not treat it as a satire or ridicule. Because, I, Gao Chuan, is such a child who likes justice, heroes, fantasy, and daydreaming. Even if he is getting older, he doesn't want to change.

Nowadays, daydreaming seems to be possible, how can I not feel more rejoiced?

There was a beverage can in front of me who didn't know who was thrown on the road. I quickly went up to pick it up. As in the past, I threw it to the trash can on the other side of the road. That kind of visual sense appeared again, and I obeyed it without resistance, everything around, dust or car, even sounds and images, even inside the solid body, became a pure composition of lines and particles The hollow-shaped scene, these lines and particles are colliding with each other, this time the world has become different, full of a vibrant movement. All this is not to see, but to "feel". At the next moment, I was pulled back to reality by the sound of the collision, and the beverage can had flown into the trash bin across the road with great precision.

In the past, it was not without such accurate throwing, but it mostly depended on luck. Only this time, I raised the idea that it was not due to luck. I felt that the world composed of lines and particles must not be an illusion. This seems to see through the operation of the world. If I think about it, the feeling of hitting me will drive me to take another beverage can out of the trash can and throw it out as before.

This time, the feeling didn't appear. The beverage can hit the edge of the trash bin across the road and bounced away, almost hitting the pedestrians passing by. In the other person's angry eyes, I felt hot from cheeks to ears, and quickly hurried into the crowded place with my head down.

"Did you always do that?" Father Sisen asked behind him, his voice sounding a bit gloating.

I tried to keep myself from getting angry. A self-proclaimed calm person will always show a steady behavior in line with the image of an excellent student in front of others, but when there are no acquaintances, it will indeed make special moves from time to time because of sudden whims. This cannot be refuted, but there is no "always".

"Occasionally, occasionally." I emphasized.

"I really didn't expect that you will have such a childish side." Father Xi Sen must have said this deliberately. He had long wanted to report the revenge that had been beaten by my nose and blood, and now he has finally caught the opportunity. .

"It's really wordy," I mumbled, and speeded up my pace again, pulling away from him.

Although this attempt still failed, my idea of ​​that wonderful feeling of being superpower has become more firm. And because there is a saying in the prophecy of the Eight Scenes, "find the way back in the past," I am also interested in both the sense of sight that appears very frequently. I think that if there is really a "past" that I don't know, then the "past me" must have had such a strong body and super powers, and have done extraordinary deeds. Perhaps, "the past Gaochuan" is a great hero who, like a legend, saves the world but sacrifices his memory, and finally grows up to be the present me again under the circumstances.

Yes, although the evidence is not sufficient, I still begin to feel that the other Gaochuan that appeared in the dream of the spiral ladder is the mysterious "past." Although, this "past" is completely different from the past in my memory. Me in the age of high school students, and him in the high school days of dreams, and the city where I know, make people feel that they are a pair of interlaced spirals.

Everything is like in a dream.

I am no longer entangled in the matter of employment. I have been studying the magic patterns on my wrists from afternoon to night, trying to find myself exhausted. Of course, all this was carried out by Father Sisen. I do n’t know if he already knows that I am also a Mageweave messenger. Maybe with his guidance, I will be able to master this power faster, but I just do n’t want him to know my progress.

Every morning in the morning, before Father Sissen woke up, I came to the park for a 20-minute walk from the rented house to practice in the morning. Because of the summer, the sky had already begun to light up at this time, and there were not a few people who practiced in the morning, but I still found a secluded place deep in the forest trail in the park.

The path leading to this place is not a regular stone road, but an inconspicuous dirt path that will only be found after turning down the main road and jumping over a one-meter high gully. I don't know why I walked in suddenly at that time, just obeyed the sudden sense of sight.

There is a simple toilet on the edge of the grass surrounded by forest trees, and an untouched pond, which is about the place where ducks are kept, and the shadow of the water fence can be seen from afar. Because of the abundant canopy of trees, the open space appears darker than the outside world. When the wind and grass move, it will give people the illusion that something is peeping.

Ordinary people will not deliberately walk into such a remote place. Even if they find the dirt trail and feel the inner atmosphere away from the clamor and the gloomy atmosphere, they will also quit with an intention. But I really like this kind of place, where I can experiment with my own ideas and do something that is ridiculous to outsiders. There is a whole piece of land, one grass and one tree, even a stone, belongs to myself Sense of exclusivity.

I tested my physical physique here, and found that the on-the-spot estimate of the explosive power when fighting the wizard was actually incorrect. It's like a sports car will have the illusion when there is no windshield and windshield. The explosive force with a sequelae afterwards made me start at a speed of nearly 180 kilometers per hour, equivalent to 50 meters per second. Although it is far from the speed of sound, the resistance of the air is enough to give the illusion of hitting the jelly. Afterwards, the speed will gradually decrease, and after ten breaths, the force will be removed, and a variety of negative reactions will occur.

At such a high speed, the other qualities of the body's responsiveness, thinking ability, etc. have also been raised to a level that can be adapted accordingly. Thus exerting a powerful fighting power.

According to Father Sissen, the enhancement of the first level of moire to the magical messenger will not be so outrageous. It is absolutely impossible for the general magical messenger to run out of this speed, as described by Fr. Intensified abnormal conditions are consistent.

I tried to use exercise science exercise and diet to improve this strengthening, but the effect is not satisfactory, this strengthening seems to only be carried out through the magic lines. I can feel its rhythm when I concentrate my spirit on the moire under extreme fatigue. This pattern is like living, parasitic in my body.

Although Mageweave can be upgraded, I don't know how to upgrade. The sense of sight that often appears makes me think that I should know this method more than once, but I can't remember it anyway. If the birth and use of the magic pattern comes from the "past", then I have deeply felt that I and the "past" have an invisible abyss.

I still insist on exercising, observing and studying fighting skills. I have learned martial arts, taekwondo and karate from an early age, but I used to participate in these training classes only for fitness, learning self-defense techniques, and increasing knowledge and socializing. When fighting a wizard, I just waved my arms and controlled my body by feeling, and I couldn't use these fighting skills at all. Even so, I still killed the wizards neatly. I think the instincts from meditation are more effective than fighting skills from the self-training class ~ www.readwn.com ~ But now I can only look for various ways that may enhance my combat effectiveness with the idea of ​​"may be useful".

I also paid attention to learning how to use the dagger. The special folding knife was not returned to Father Sisen, nor did he take the initiative to ask me to return it. I don't know what material this knife is made of, and the material of this knife cannot be analyzed in the university's material analysis laboratory. I think, since it can eliminate the fog, it must also be the legacy of the ruling bureau.

To put it bluntly, my talent for using short knives like daggers has always been imprinted in the body and soul, but was only developed after touching this folding knife. After killing the wizard with a folding knife, I can bypass other short knives other than folding knives, such as table knives and scalpels, like a part of my fingers extended. Every time I use a knife to cut an object, I feel a sense of sight, even my body becomes more flexible, and I can make many movements that I can't even imagine.

I became accustomed to attacking with a folding knife in the ten breaths that broke out, and gradually changed from a burst of breath to an intermittent burst, alternating the normal force and explosive force. This alternation has greatly enhanced my ability to continue fighting, and can also create the illusion of confusing others' eyes.

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