The end of the book, of course, is a joke.
In fact, Zhuang Mingge almost thought he was really going to end.
Summoned Demons, twenty-one or the other, bashing their brains in, it's too much of a novelty, but... summoning demons is such a terrible thing to do.
Why isn't there such a terrible note in the notebook.
This is bullshit. This is...
In a room so sumptuous that even a five-star hotel's presidential suite would pale in comparison, Zhuang Mingge stood in front of a huge, diamond-encrusted, gold-framed mirror and stared at the man in the mirror.
Wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans that are obviously worth a lot of money, with a slight sunny temperament, a thick black hair, but the eyes are blue, this is now himself, a Chinese and western mixed race.
Although it is mixed race, but in addition to the blue eye pupil, do not see any other western descent.
I was born again.
Zhuang Mingge is clear that, although rebirth is usually accompanied by a mix of time travel, Zhuang Mingge knows that he didn't travel and is still on Earth, but in a college dorm in England.
He can also find out what happened after he died, whether it was defined as a home invasion, in Linhai or at his school.
The only pity is that Zhuang Mingge has disappeared from the world, and his name is. . .
Yi Barrett Firearms Manufacturing.
But Zhuang Mingge does not admit this name, my name is Zhuang mingge, he stood in front of the mirror said to himself, this is the only evidence of my life.
Inside his heart, there was a dark seed, beating with his own heart.
Zhuang mingge discovered its existence on the first day of his rebirth.
This is... the magic seed.
This seed will continue to provide magic for Zhuang mingge, the darker the seed, the more powerful the magic, pure.
By the way, with the power and purity of magic, the seed of magic will change into black iron, bronze, silver, and gold, but only seven people in the world have the seed of magic.
The magic seed in Zhuang Mingge's body is just pure black, and there is still a long way to go from darkness to transformation.
From the room, there is a long corridor, if you look from the outside will see that the corridor is just a luxury dormitory building branch.
If it expands outwards, there will be gardens, tree-lined paths, fountains, artificial lakes, school buildings, gravel roads, supermarkets, gymnasiums, playgrounds, warehouses, jungles, paths, the shade of trees and other buildings and scenery appear in their eyes.
This is a British College, covering an area of about 100,000 square kilometers, the college name is Yves Saint Laurent private college, of course, if you want to look up the college, you will find that whether on the Internet, there is no Yves Saint Laurent private college in newspapers, magazines, or anywhere else.
The answer is simple, because this is the place where magic is taught. ... Private Magic Academy.
Of course, 100,000 square kilometers is not a small number, such a huge college should not be unknown right, just 100,000 square kilometers such a huge mask is enough to shock the whole of Britain.
The reason it hasn't been discovered is simply because the college is more than 3,000 meters above sea level.
In other words, it is a huge school floating in the sky, where the magic of magic is on full display.
By the way, there is a huge barrier outside the academy that is invisible to radar, satellites, and other scientific methods.
This is one of the main reasons that the average person doesn't discover this huge college.
A week ago, the boy, Yi Barrett, had an accident while signing a contract with the Devil. After the explosion of the Magic Circle, he fell into a coma. When he came back to life, he was no longer Barrett Firearms Manufacturing, but Zhuang mingge.
His confused rebirth in a Chinese and western mixed-race body, such a bullshit thing how to explain to others? So Zhuang Mingge used many of the novel's most common and most classic means.
Amnesia.
The odds of making a pact with the devil to find out about accidents are slim, but there have been many over the course of hundreds of years, dead on the spot, maimed, turned into idiots... ... everything. Amnesia isn't something worth making a fuss about.
So Zhuang Mingge easily hid the past.
After much thought, the college gave Zhuang Mingge a month's leave to recuperate.
In short, after a week in his room, Zhuang Mingge decided that he didn't want to stay in his room. He decided to walk around and get acquainted with his surroundings.
Coming out of the dormitory building, the sun hanging in the sky emits a hot light, the dazzling light that can not be seen directly falls from the sky, and the air that blows from it is filled with a sultry atmosphere, splashed in the face with a trace of hot heat.
It's September, and the damn weather is still stiflingly hot.
The cicadas in the woods were calling, and even the normally healthy birds were listless and absent, and the broad road of white marble led straight ahead, with clusters of plane trees on either side, branches and leaves, the sun will be cut down to pieces.
It's hot, it's hot.
Zhuang mingge controls the magic in his body. His lips move as if he is moaning.
A strange smell came out of him. The air around him dropped to below zero in the blink of an eye. Ice crystals could be seen flying in the air.
Armed with the power of the magic seed, Zhuang Mingge kept trying for a week and only today has mastered a few tricks of the trade.
These are all learned from that note.
Most of the magic in the notes was written in demonic languages. At first Zhuang Mingge didn't understand the meaning of these demonic languages, but after obtaining the seeds of magic, these things seem to be self-taught.
Not only can write can read, but also can clearly know the meaning.
Zhuang Mingge isn't using magic at all. He's using magic to manipulate the elements in the atmosphere. He's using ice to gather around him and cool himself, like he's carrying an air conditioner.
The cold air in this hot season of continuous release, the body and mind are comfortable to the extreme.
At the same time, in a room on the first floor of the student dormitory, a man in a large waistcoat, washing clothes, suddenly looked up and looked out of the window, "Is it an illusion? It looks like someone is using magic. Magic is supposed to be banned in the dorms."
...
The Yves Saint Laurent Private School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a 100,000-square-kilometer, five-grade school with dormitories, recreation, sports, games, teaching, living and various areas, at one point the number of students was more than three hundred thousand, a small city that no one could argue with.
After leaving the dormitory area, Zhuang Mingge soon stepped into the leisure area, where most of the areas are leisure shops, such as coffee shops, game shops, and various kinds of shops, most of the people walking the streets are students, but there are also some business adults.
Occasionally Zhuang Mingge sees other races, and Zhuang Mingge is sure that this is not human at all.
At least Zhuang Mingge has never seen a human being with cat ears and tail, nor a human being with scales on his body.
What am I supposed to say about this place.
Isn't this the world of Magic? What are these things.
Wait, wait, I must be making a big deal out of this. This is a school of Witchcraft and wizardry. It's not too unusual to have such an unexpected existence.
Uh-huh, we must be calm at this time.
Zhuang mingge, who had decided to calm down, took a deep breath and was suddenly startled by a series of screams.
"Yah-yah-yah-yah-yah, half-breed! ! !"
H. . . H. . . H. . . H. . . H. . . Do you mean me?
As a result, there were many pairs of strange eyes staring at him, as if they were looking at some rare animal. It reminded Zhuang Mingge of the same look he had when he first went to the zoo to see the pandas.
Peculiarly... terrifying.
"Really, it's mixed race."
"Why are there hybrids here?"
"Ah-ah-ah, look at his eyes, they're disgusting."
"Get out of here, you half-breed. This isn't the place for you. Get out of here."
Several men in dark blue robes pretended to be menacing, snarling at Zhuang mingge, and a nervous mouth squirmed with strange syllables, full of danger.
Zhuang Mingge's heart skipped a beat. He felt the man's face begin to emit a strange wave.
Here. . . waves of magic.
"Roar, water giant!"
When the man finally finished his mantra, he screamed as if he had been stabbed. A fountain not far from Zhuang Mingge suddenly changed, the spring inside began to boil as if it had been boiled, and a huge human being, made entirely of water, collapsed out of it.
The face, eyebrows, hair, nose and lips come alive, without any blurring.
Knock, knock... ... The giant stepped on the ground with a loud noise, like a war drum, and the huge sound made the eardrums ache, and the overwhelming breath rushed toward Zhuang mingge.
So what the hell is going on.
Zhuang Mingge did not react, the water giant raised a huge fist, that a little finger than Zhuang mingge thigh thick fist blow down, enough to beat a person into pulp.
"Everything is frozen."
Suddenly a cold female voice came from the crowd. The Falling Fist of the water giant suddenly froze and stopped moving on Zhuang Mingge's forehead. The surging air pressure bombarded Zhuang Mingge's body, blow Zhuang mingge down to the ground.
After a few seconds, the water giant was frozen into an ice sculpture, standing on the ground like the most beautiful sculpture in the world.