Twenty Sided Dice

? There was a sound, at first nothing more than the faintest thump, then into a screeching rub, as if a sharp object, possibly steel, possibly stone, was swiping hard across the glass. 【【,

Siegel shook his head and "woke up".

It has been two months since the Great Curse came down, and he has been living a life of self-imposed exile. Although he is still in the city of Myr in Heim, the space for his daily activities is only a small area in the underground library, about five meters square. This is a single room used to create a quiet and isolated work environment for scribes.

But now it has become the "cage" in which Siegel "imprisoned" himself.

He used his magic knowledge and rune ability to cover the walls with dense magic lines to prevent his negative energy from leaking out. Although negative energy is a beneficial thing for the undead, which can greatly increase the strength and strength of the skeleton's body, it is a devastation to the surrounding creatures and the environment.

Life and death cannot coexist, just as water and fire cannot harmonize.

In the room, Siegel once put a pot of flowers, but it withered within two hours. He also tested the survival of various creatures in this environment, and none of the animals could last more than two hours. Even the raven Balon, who was connected to his soul, wailed and ducked away, constantly sending him warning signals.

Only with magical protection against negative energy damage on his body, other people can approach him.

Originally, Siegel thought that this energy only affects living things, but he did not expect it to affect the environment as well. Where he lingered for a long time, the soil appeared gray-black dead mass. It becomes too loose to be cultivated; the water starts to become cloudy. Smells sour; the air is filled with the stench of corpses. The flies buzzed and died.

Siegel tried his best to consume the condensed negative energy. The quickest way was to use plasma energy to cast spells, and then replenish it with negative energy. He used spells almost regardless of consumption, first built two pipelines of magic items, and then started to strengthen the energy focusing circle. Such a move greatly strengthened the strength of his skeleton body, and the state of the plasma circuit seemed to be getting better and better.

Having stronger bones was a good thing, but the best thing he ever did was learn a new spell.

This is since he became a lord. The most quiet time to learn magic. The advantage of becoming an undead is that you can sleep without sleep, you will not feel tired and hungry physically, and you can make full use of every minute. Losing the lure of sexual demands, Siegel found himself spending more time each day and thinking more clearly. He can always be at his best, never wasting a minute or a second, and his spellcasting skills are improving rapidly.

But soon he paid the price.

Staying undead for a long time is a kind of damage to the soul, and the negative energy that envelopes him deepens the damage. He was soon immersed in the study of magic and couldn't extricate himself, and any disturbance would cause him to react violently. Other mages walked past the door, the light of the immortal flame was shaken by the negative energy, and even the sound of the pages when he turned the book himself would make him furious. He forgot humility, gentleness, and the most important virtues of being a human being: tolerance and understanding.

Until one time he was annoyed by the psychic link from the raven. Furious, and then felt its grievance and sadness from the familiar. That's how I woke up.

He dropped the spell book and found a mirror to examine himself carefully. The appearance of the skeleton is very terrifying, and the green lines exude a faint light, which makes the atmosphere even more terrifying. From the mirror, he saw that the soul fire in his eyes had begun to fade, gradually transforming from the original bright red to gray. According to the relevant records of the Mage Federation, after the caster is transformed into a lich, it will go through a similar process.

Being immersed in negative energy is a "comfortable" feeling for the undead, making the caster more and more like this state, thereby transforming into pure undead. The solution to this state is simple, to become human again.

Liches can't do that, the process is permanent and irreversible, so they all end up being evil, but Siegel can, albeit with great pain.

He thought about it and turned back to flesh and blood. He heard the heartbeat in his chest again, and he could breathe again, feeling the fullness of the air entering his lungs. He can see colors through his eyes again, no longer the black, white and gray world of the undead.

Then he felt again the feeling that all living people share: the fear of death.

In the mirror, he clearly saw the effects of the Great Curse on living creatures: the skin became old, as if decades had passed by in a flash; wrinkles and stripes climbed up together, and the black color of the hair faded. .

And then his body, weak, weak, sore. From the skin to the muscles, from the guts to the bones, everything is failing. The surging heartbeat began to become disordered, and the chest and back seemed to be pinched by a huge rock, and the pain was terrifying. My stomach churns together, and I feel like I want to vomit. However, his throat was strangled, and only blood from his lungs came out of his mouth.

He clearly saw the tragic state of being surrounded by negative energy, and the death knell echoed in his ears. Tears streamed down his eyes, down the wrinkles to his cheeks.

I wanted to live, and Siegel understood the strong feeling and vowed not to let himself forget. To live means to experience, to feel the beauty around you with limited time, and to live every day well. The undead, on the other hand, repeats every day, and loses fear in the repetition. Although they can still move, they die.

Fear can save lives, as Siegel knew in Wendy's mind. It is the fear of death that enables us to appreciate the beauty of living.

Countless curses followed, paralysis, deafness, nausea, stiffness, and then blindness. But Siegel could still see himself dying slowly in the mirror. Despite the pain, he was grateful, because the experience between life and death was invaluable, and he wanted to understand a lot of things.

He thought that the death of the old captain was the reason for him to leave the ship, but he actually had the idea of ​​going ashore long before that. Although the sea is vast, the world is even wider. Repeating the same day every day bore him. He wanted to see a different landscape. He wanted to go all the way to the end of the world. Even go to a more splendid other world.

He wants to live a wonderful life.

Then he died, re-transforming himself into a skeleton state.

The Great Curse Technique couldn't help him anymore, and then he seemed to let out a sigh, but he could only continue to run helplessly.

The skeleton in the mirror is no longer aging, and the green stripes all over the body are bright and beautiful. All painful feelings disappeared, and the surroundings were calm and peaceful.

But Siegel remembered the pain just now, and he will never forget it again in his life. On this day, he rarely did not read. Instead, I looked in the mirror all day. He thought of many things from the past, and things he thought he had forgotten came back to his mind.

He remembered his excitement when he first eliminated kobolds and obtained gold coins. He remembered the grand banquet in Ximu Town, the time when he and his friends took risks and laughed together, and that world without war.

Then he thought of a lot of people. The kind old captain smiled and stood on the side of the boat, watching him swim in the sea. Even the waves couldn't cover up the happy laughter. He thought of the stern Sir Bill, and ordered himself to keep learning, exercising, but also caring when he was hurt.

At last. He thought of Janet. The two don't spend much time together, and there are always various things that pull Siegel away from her. They were once blocked by the Walled Mountains. Once blocked by the void, now the great curse spell separates the two people again.

They are often not together, and often forget to miss them, but when they are together, they feel that their days are ordinary and there is nothing to remember. Only when I calm down like now, can I find the emotion contained in the dullness. Siegel thought of the stumbling and stumbling with Janet, the waves of torment that he had endured along the way, and many times he regarded going through hardships as the whole of life. But Siegel now understands that the tragedy of life is not how much you suffer, but what is missed, forgotten, and lost.

Thinking of this, Siegel took out an obsidian dagger and carved words on the metacarpal bone of his left palm. Even if he turned into a skeleton in the future, as long as he opened his palm, he could see this sentence: "Live full and grateful, and live with gratitude. Remember that feeling."

He didn't want to learn magic any more today, but started making a gift for Janet. At the time of their marriage, Siegel gave Janet an "environmental adaptation" necklace that would allow her to survive in a variety of dangerous natural environments. At that time they had just finished their adventure and thought only of the threat of the harsh natural environment. But things are different now, and something new should be prepared for her.

As the lord's wife, Janet has never had a tiara, so Siegel decided to make one for her. Using an alloy of gold, silver and cold iron, it is twisted to create an undulating structure. Using a sapphire and three diamonds, he applied his knowledge of magic to it.

This magic item requires meticulous production, and there is no deviation at all. To avoid interference, Siegel depicted only one kind of magic on it: teleportation. Each diamond can be teleported once, and the energy stored in it will be depleted. However, the sapphire core will slowly charge the diamond, and it only takes about a day or two to complete.

So Siegel's everyday life becomes learning and making. Every two or three days he turns back into a human being, strengthening his memory of life and death.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that such a rhythm did not slow down his spell learning at all, but instead promoted the birth of sparks of thought. It turns out that the research of the Masters is actually their perception of the world, not just a combination of numbers and symbols. Many spells require certain emotions to truly grasp the essence.

Just like "heroism", it is created by a magic knight who can master both spells and swordsmanship, and only those who dare to move forward can truly exert its power. If you just treat it as an ordinary spell that "increases power, excitement, and defense," it's impossible to discover the specialities hidden in the spell's structure.

Following this line of thinking, Siegel kept dismantling spells, just like splitting sentences into words, and finally into words. This is the homework that formal mages need to do later. Reforming words into sentences is the process of transforming spells, which requires each wizard's own practice and experience. He gradually understood the path to becoming a magician, that is, using these words to form an article, discussing his own understanding of magic.

Because from now on, there are no ready-made sentences available, and the predecessors only have a line of thought for spellcasting. To turn ideas into spells, each caster needs to create according to his own situation. As said in the "Precise Teleportation Volume", different people have different element manipulation abilities~www.readwn.com~ So if you want to build a stable teleportation array structure, how can you use the same method? The emphasis on sound, posture, casting materials, and the ratio of elements is ever-changing, so only the idea of ​​casting spells can be passed down, and only the idea is the most precious thing.

Siegel changed all his magical ideas into the manufacture of teleportation headgear, and did not hesitate to use magic circles, rune circles and even Nekos's plasma technology in it. When he can get rid of the Great Curse and can see Janet again, this is his gift to her. (To be continued.)

ps: Merry Christmas everyone!

Call your family and report safe, this is the meaning of Christmas.

The rest is to receive red envelopes and open gifts, hehe.

It happened to be this chapter. It’s amazing. It’s mixed with some of my thoughts. I hope everyone can take a look. If you think it’s right, give it a thumbs up.

This was not planned in advance, it was all written and archived in advance, which has to be said to be a magical coincidence.

Merry Christmas everyone again, ummm. u