I am omnipotent because of wine

"You are a useless man. Your literacy score was three points lower than mine last time. How dare you show up in school. I thought you should hide in your room and cry in shame."

It was inconvenient to vent his bad emotions to other students, so Hill simply vented all his negative emotions on the one who was cleaned up yesterday badly, and vented all his negative emotions on Style, who was already an enemy.

"It's the same as the last time your cultural class score was five points lower than mine, and your physical combat score was six points lower than mine last time, so you are very proud."

Said with distaste for style.

Schools with this social background only divide four courses in detail.

The first is magic, the second is physical strength, the third is culture, and the fourth is everything else except these three, which are collectively called miscellaneous studies.

After all, although the background of this world looks shocking, in fact, it is very difficult for human beings to survive in this world.

If you want to live, you must pay more attention to the evolution and training of your personal strength.

"Every magic is worth one point, what are you going to shout about here?" Hill probably felt that he didn't have to argue with the waste style without any trace of magic power, so he simply sat on his seat and flicked the non-existent button on his tuxedo. dust.

"It seems that you are the one who has been babbling. It's fine for a big man to die. What's the matter with one point? For one point, do I eat your food, or do you give me money?" The style is so impolite .

He has his own goals to do.

Under the background of the general environment, some interstellar species are similar to alien species.

No.

Strictly speaking, the group of human beings who have traveled from the earth to the interstellar space are alien alien species to other local residents of this interstellar space.

But it is because of the different races between the two.

They all feel that the minds of people who are not my race must be different, and the fight is between you and me.

I don't know the reason for the fight in the past, but whether it is the past, the present or the future, the two races will continue to fight.

Never die.

Style thinks that he is a man who is going to the battlefield. It is a man who does not go to the battlefield to fight for his career under conditions and permission. He is simply sorry for his male identity.

Staying in the rear, being the kind of command staff who lost their hair after exhausting their efforts?Style thinks that although his IQ can play this kind of role, it is obvious that this kind of role does not make him feel happy.

That is, Hill always interrupts his continued thinking.

"No matter what, you are a waste, a waste without any magic, why don't you die?"

"You are not dead, how could I die?" Feng Feng glanced at him indifferently.

Style is really don't care.

The original owner used to care a lot about Hill's opinion of him, as well as the verbal attacks from Hill, because the original owner wanted to become a powerful lightning magician like Hill.

When you get older and become an adult, you can go to the battlefield and fight against those powerful enemies.It's not because of the body, without any magical power, it can only stay behind tragically.

"What's more, have you forgotten that no matter how bad I am, I'm still the prince of the empire, and you, who are only a second lieutenant, can point it out." Style stood up from his seat, pushed aside and stood beside his desk Hill sat back down again.

"You're blocking my view."

Young people, owe to clean up.

When the teacher who taught magic came, Hill had no choice but to return to his seat angrily, still supporting his head with one hand, while looking at the teacher on the stage, introducing various personalities about magic.

And how to enhance one's own magic, and some nonsense words that can only be understood by oneself.

Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

Learn how to make yourself stronger. After learning, you have to test whether you have become stronger.

It's called... an exam.

This year's magic test still adopted the same lottery draw as in the past, the style didn't matter, whoever he could draw, he yawned, stretched out his hand and pulled out a note from the cardboard box.

I thought that there are about 30 students in a class, and it wouldn't be a coincidence that Hill was drawn, let alone when he didn't use lip magic, ahem, spells.

In the end, it was really a coincidence that Hill was drawn.

"I didn't expect that I would want to compete with you trash." Hill sneered and said the arrogance on his face, and the arrogance in his eyes did not hide it at all.

"Since you are sincerely trying to die, it doesn't seem too good if I don't cooperate with you." Style took out a magic wand provided by the school from the shelf next to it, and waved it pretendingly.

The game officially begins.

"Lightning Spear—" Hill used his own lightning to forge a very sharp spear, held it with both hands, and rushed towards the style.

Style Hill started to accelerate, ran to where he was, and just opened his mouth and said, "Hill will be very lucky to fall on the flat, and fall right in front of me, and get on his knees if he can."

The magic effect of lip service is awesome.

Hill rushed towards Style, but fell flat in front of Style, and the spear that had been condensed by lightning in his hand disappeared.

The flat fall made Hill feel very humiliated, and it was in front of so many classmates.

"What did you do to me?" Hill's face was very ugly, and there was some resentment in his eyes.

"It's nothing, I just used my magic." Style reached out and squeezed it, as if holding the air. If it is possible, this sentence is not sure, it is a probability, so although Hill fell on the ground, he did not Get down on your knees.

About 1/10 of the strength in Style's body was pumped out.

Hill condensed the thunder ball again, and threw it towards Style, and shouted loudly, "Thunder Light Roars."

Style said solemnly, "The electricity contained in this thunderball is only at the level of static electricity, and it will only make my hair explode."

The truth is true.

That thunder ball that seemed to be mixed with the momentum of thunder, just turned into an ion scald?

Anyway, Style touched the hair that exploded on his forehead and laughed out loud.

"Style, what the hell did you do? What the hell did you do that was unfair."

"How do you know that I did something unfair? Which of your eyes saw that I did something unfair? If you didn't see it with your own eyes, if you didn't witness it with your own eyes, don't shoot for no reason without evidence."

Style doesn't even slobber, it's just a rant, not to mention, Style used the star network to inquire about the concept of conjuration mages before the exam, and now it's getting easier and easier to attack with words.

Hill felt that if he continued to talk nonsense with him, it would be better to beat the style directly, "Lightning Shockwave!"

An electric current like a crescent moon came towards Style, very fast, and Style had already arrived before him before he could speak.

Then... with a very calm style, he plopped down on the ground, dodging that skill.

Slowly got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, "I said you only have this little attack power, except for those ugly bugs with low IQ during the battle, if these attacks of yours can really fight It’s amazing to see the enemy.”

Style doesn't know the real situation, so there is no pressure when he despises Hill.

In fact, there are still terms like spiritual power and aura in this world.

For example, Hill is a level 5 lightning magician. When he is facing a level 4 lightning magician, if he sends out an attack, the opponent has no chance to dodge and can only resist.

As if restricted by the rules of this world, when Hill found that his lightning shock wave was dodged lightly and deftly, his jaw almost dropped from shock.

"It's only three things, now it's my turn." Style twisted his neck, and he could clearly hear the sound of bones twisting around his neck.

"Hill will not only fall on the ground, but also the disaster of blood and light." Because of the four words of disaster of blood and light, half of the strength in Style's body was directly taken away, but the reality brought by the power is also very obvious.

Hill fell to the ground with a slap, his face hit the ground first, blood was all over his nose, forehead, and mouth. The teacher who had watched the two of them compete was frightened, so he hurried over to stop the blood on Hill's body, and contacted him via Starnet. to the school hospital.

Shi Feng looked at it with a bored face, and Hill, who fell into a coma, didn't forget to complain, "It's so boring to hit the street all of a sudden."

Thought I could say a few more words.

Curse mage, just hearing the name is very interesting.

Later games are also drawn by lot.

But because Hill is really unlucky.

He threw himself directly into the school hospital and fell into a deep coma, only waking up 24 hours later.

At that time, the competition was already over. In this magic test, he won No.1 with his style, and Hill, whose screen was blacked out during the competition, was obviously the last one, and he didn't even get a single point.

The poor magic test paper was circled with a big zero egg by the magic teacher.

Hill felt like vomiting blood when he saw it.

After finishing the day's class, Hill appeared at Jiang Yue's house with an unhappy face.

When Jiang Gu saw Hill, he snorted and clearly expressed his dissatisfaction, disapproval, and resistance.

Jiang Yue saved him once before, and his sense of this sister is getting better and better. Someone wants to rob his sister with him, can Jiang Gu be happy?

"Yue, I don't know what's going on with the style. It seems that there is still no magic power in the body, but why did I fall into a coma directly when I fought with him. Why is this?"

Even if Hill was resentful, he complained behind his back, but because of that handsome and handsome face, Jiang Yue couldn't bear to make such a good-looking person feel uncomfortable, so he quickly comforted him, "Don't worry about Hill, since the person with style used to be There's no way to beat you, so it's just luck, don't worry, Hill is the best."

"Sister, what about me?" Jiang Gu's face was full of dissatisfaction, dissatisfied that his sister was too close to the general's son.

"Jiang Gu is also the best!"

Obvious perfunctory.

Jiang Gu still believed it, and he ran away to play happily.

Hill and Jiang Yue exchanged feelings for a while, and then said that their siblings would be able to enter the Imperial Academy of Magic in three days, then returned to their home, and logged on to the star network.

He was going to the battle space to ask those he knew, and asked why his style was so strong when he didn't seem to have any magical power, and he didn't have any magical fluctuations on his body.

And the style here has gone to the teacher's office.

"Teacher, can I use the simulated training space in the school?" Style asked aloud.

The so-called simulated space is a simulated battle with bugs, everything becomes very real, similar to the battle space on the star network, although in the network, you can feel the same pain, all the pain and mental pressure will be borne, but the body will not be affected. cause any harm.

"What do you want to test? Is it physical fitness or magic?" The teacher also watched the magic test seriously yesterday, and when he returned home that night, he patiently inquired about the magic that might appear on Style, but he couldn't find it.

So I decided to just ask.

"It's magic," Style replied.

"What kind of magic is that?" asked the teacher.

"It should be a spell mage, teacher, do you have any questions? Or is it that I can't use the simulated training space?" The style is strange.

"No." The teacher shook his head, hesitant to speak, but later closed his mouth and took out the access control card of the simulated combat space from his pocket, and handed it to Style.

Watching off with style.

After a while, I opened the star network and got in touch with the principal.

"A group of styles has opened up magic. According to him, he is a magician. If possible, I hope that the only magician in the general headquarters can be invited to teach this child. I don't know anything about magic in terms of magicians. .”

The teacher saw the solemn principal on the screen, and said seriously.

This era is in a situation of life and death for human beings. Every teacher can't wait to let the students become the strongest one, at least they can survive on the battlefield or when they encounter danger.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Then I'll invite that person over."

The headmaster hung up the call as soon as he finished speaking.

The teacher sighed, thinking in his heart that it would never be possible for him to live an ordinary life like he is now.

He will definitely become the sharpest sword on the battlefield.

Future.

When the style here reaches the simulated training space, the 3s level mode is directly set.

It won't do any harm to the body anyway.

The style is of course top notch.

The training content of the 3s level is to directly simulate the scene on the real battlefield, the style of appearing alone among many insect enemies, the moment you open your eyes, you are almost disgusted to death by these insects in the battle space.

Some worms still had sticky mucus hanging on their bodies. The worms were about the size of humans, with many limbs and enlarged mouthparts, which looked particularly disgusting.

Style rubbed the goosebumps that didn't exist mentally and physically, and he was so blunt.

Conjuration mages rely on language to attack, and have rich practical experience in style and body, but they really don't know anything about magic. If they don't know, they have to train and do better.

Style said to the bugs that surrounded him heavily, "The bugs with long mouthparts, like mosquitoes, regard the spider-like bugs over there as enemies, and they will live and die in a second. Dueling, once someone chooses to interrupt them, they will be attacked as the only enemy in their lives."

Because it is not one or two bugs.

There were dozens of those two types of bugs. Although the two types fought after a second, it didn't last long, it only lasted 30 seconds.

Although they almost wiped out each other because of their strong attack power.

But in these 30 seconds, the strength in Shi Feng's body was fully emptied by half.

In order to prevent himself from dying directly, when the two types of bugs over there fought, they picked up the stumps cut off by their companions in a very unceremonious manner, and attacked frantically.

These bugs have hard shells on their bodies. After being torn off by their companions, the cracks are like sharp knives, which can be used as weapons.

After 30 seconds passed, I used another spell, but this time it was more miserable. I directly emptied my style, and by the way, my physical strength also dropped significantly, and because there were too many enemies, I still continued to draw strength from my body.

If you don't have the strength, just pump your energy.

Style hadn't seen that those simulated bugs could kill the same kind, so he was directly kicked out of the simulated training space because of excessive physical fatigue.

Style opened his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face. He obviously could use that 1 minute to learn more, but he didn't do it. Instead, he felt that the magic spell mage should be a very novel existence, so he was just curious .

This is a fatal mistake.

Style begins to reflect.

Traveling through worlds one after another caused his mental body to be different from that of people in this world, but much stronger than people in this world, which also meant that he could spend more time training than people in this world.

Although in the process of training, the body is drained all at once, the feeling of strength and exhaustion is very bad.

And just like that, style is here to stay all day.

The next day, I was called away by the teacher before class.

Hill stayed in the classroom and said loudly to the others, "Style must have been called away by the teacher because he cheated before and was discovered by the teacher, what a waste."

And the teacher brought the style directly to the office.

The purpose of the style is a woman in military uniform, that person looks very powerful, even a fool can know that she should be a very powerful person, and she has been baptized by war and fire.

Style was silent, listening quietly to the teacher's introduction, "This is Ms. Tang Min, the only one in the empire, no, speaking of it now, she should be the only spell mage, and I was specially invited to teach you .”

Style was stunned for a moment, then quickly thanked, "Thank you, teacher."

Ms. Tang raised her eyes to look at the style standing next to the teacher, and raised her lips slightly, "How is your strength?"