In the shallow layer of the Shadow Realm, in the center of the collapse area shrouded in misty soil, there is a group of men and women wearing strange clothes such as shoulder pads and cloaks. At this moment, they are divided into two groups and take turns forming a large circle in the square, holding high the fantasy in their hands. The big sword chanted a strange and convoluted spell loudly.
It sounded like the incantations of 'Bah, bah, bah!' and 'G!G!G!', but as they chanted, the surrounding fog began to billow violently, and there were a few more buildings hidden in the thick fog. An ethereal feeling.
The eyes of these men and women, who were dressed as if they had traveled through RPG worlds such as Dragon Quest, Trails of ○, and Most Fantasy, flashed with enthusiasm.
This kind of weird rituals and spells are effective. The gradually phantomed buildings and land represent that this area is gradually peeling away from the shallow layers of the shadow world on a conceptual level and is gradually moving closer to the real world.
As this foggy area peels away from the shallow layers of the shadow world and gradually approaches the real world, these men and women can also clearly feel that their psychic powers are gradually strengthening as time goes by.
"The ritual is working! The real world is approaching us, and our abilities are getting stronger little by little." A young man with really worrying hair withdrew from the ritual formation and sat aside to recover his physical and mental strength. Although he was the initiator and organizer of this operation, when he carefully felt that the extraordinary power surging in his body was slowly strengthening, he could not suppress the excitement and joy in his heart. "Soon, we will be able to change the world." Power has been brought back to the real world! We must use our own way to change the world! We must let those stupid humans understand that we are different from them!"
"For a blue and pure world!"
"We are the new humans who lead evolution! New Type!"
The atmosphere was immediately stirred up by this slightly bald young man, and the men and women who had retired from the shift to rest shouted excitedly.
Most of the men and women gathered here in fancy clothes are students or young people who have just entered society. They once had many fantasies and beautiful expectations about the future and reality. They once felt that they had special talents. Feel that you are special and unique to the world, and eager to change and shape the entire world through yourself.
Then these young people who were full of passion and wanted to change the world found in despair that, let alone changing the world, their power could not even stop them from losing their hair and staying in bed.
In fact, everyone has more or less experienced it in their childhood and adolescence: they have some special talent hidden in themselves, and they think that they are a chosen existence that is more unique than those around them and that they are their own in this world. Life and existence are special, and coming into this world has a certain meaning or mission, etc. There are various similar ideas.
An even more egocentric person may think that he is an integral part of the world and that the whole world should revolve around him.
In the end, most people will gradually realize as they grow up that they are just mortals like all living beings. They do not have the special talents or superpowers they imagined when they were young. They are not special individuals to the world. Most of them can come to this world. It's not for the nonsense reason of 'having some kind of meaning or mission', but the crystallization of parents' love, or more heartbreakingly, the parents got married in a daze when they reached their age, and then they all got married after the seven aunts and eight aunts gave them. It's been a year or two since it was time to have a baby, and the baby was born and raised to adulthood based on life advice.
But some people are able to accept and recognize this fact, and some people are not.
Liu Yu, who was one of the members of this operation, was the latter. Half a year ago, he had a stable academic performance. He was always in the top three in the class in every test. He was out of breath after running 200 meters. What was he doing? Why can't the extremely poor student who is the first to sleep?
Since childhood, relatives, friends and parents have praised him as a very smart child, and Liu Yu also agrees. The knowledge taught by the teacher in elementary school is clear and easy to understand to him, and the knowledge in junior high school can be learned seriously and attentively. understand.
But as the courses continued to become more difficult and the number of subjects increased, Liu Yu, who was originally comfortable, began to realize his limits.
Others can master it by doing the exercises once or twice. By applying their problem-solving ideas to the same type of exercises, almost all subjects can be maintained at a certain level, but Liu Yu may need to spend more energy to achieve the same level. Effect.
Diligence can certainly make up for clumsiness, but it also has its limits. By this time, Liu Yu had realized that he was no longer special, so he simply gave up and refused to realize this fact. He said "I just don't want to learn. A smart person like me will definitely not be like this if he pays more attention." I deceive myself as a lie to escape and maintain my uniqueness.
Naturally, the results plummeted.
And the feeling he felt at the moment when he received [Truth] from the hairless young man strengthened his illusion of being the chosen one.
After awakening his superpower, he felt that his uniqueness was recognized.
But when he learned that there were not a few people with such superpowers, and that the superpowers he awakened could only play a minor role in the real world, his mentality underwent some subtle changes.
Liu Yu could not accept that his uniqueness was diminished, so he participated in this operation.
A middle-aged man in a white coat and glasses was standing on the rooftop of the seventh floor of an old building nearby. Standing next to him was a blond girl in uniform who was writing something on a noteboard.
The middle-aged man cast his gaze in the direction of the square. Through the black-rimmed glasses, the fog effect that originally shrouded the world was removed through special lenses. The lenses also added various functions such as 'zooming angle' and 'clear vision'. It has a supernatural effect, so he can clearly grasp every move of the men and women in the square from a bird's eye view.
"They have been stopped for a while. How is the progress?" The middle-aged man's fingers gently tapped the metal fence that was built in recent years on the edge of the rooftop, making a rhythmic tapping sound.
The blond girl in uniform who looked like a recorder on the side looked at the noteboard in her hand, which listed the data recorded by her in an orderly and neat manner: "Even though I have done a lot of preparation work in the early stage and deleted a lot of chants that have no practical meaning. The lyrics and steps have shortened the duration of the ritual by a large amount, but currently only less than one-third of the progress has been completed. Next, they have to take turns singing and casting spells to complete the work of splitting the shallow layers of the shadow world..."
"The base station in the real world has been set up. We only have twenty-four hours at most. If he reacts quickly enough, I'm afraid he won't even have twenty-four hours. In order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, we will find a way to speed up the chanting. For this reason Burning souls will do, too. Tell them the plan has begun."
The clerk gently adjusted the temples of her glasses, and the lenses reflected a faint light: "President, this may be a bit difficult. They are not the elites who have been cultivated and developed for a long time in the society, and they cannot pass the technology like the support we provided in the early stage. The method is to use high-speed chanting to greatly shorten the ceremony time. Do you need to recruit other members to assist in the ceremony?"
The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "That's not necessary. Just make them aware that the time is urgent. Hasn't someone already infiltrated the outer area of the fog? Tell them the news."
"Will this work?"
Looking at the thoughtful clerk, the middle-aged man's smiling face showed a bit of mockery: "Psychics ignite themselves in exchange for firewood for a moment of light. This has happened since the Industrial Revolution. The extraordinary profession that suddenly appeared after that has created many miracles in the past hundred years: creating things out of nothing, modifying the laws of reality creation, covering and reversing established facts... But little did they know that the gift given by fate has already been marked with a secret price. The price for psykers to cause miracles is to burn their souls, and at this point, even a group of poor imitators can use this method to cause miracles..."
