Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel descended to the center of the Lake of Tears, facing the pupil. He scooped up the lake with his hands, chanted the mantra, and drank it.

The power of magic entered his body along the lake, giving him the ability to breathe in water. Siegel took out his defensive staff and summoned five glowing orbs to revolve around him to use as illumination. At the same time, he took out the water element rune guard and made it huge, that is, as a guard and a mount, he swam to the bottom of the lake with himself.

The silverfish in the water saw the ball of light and chased after it curiously. However, their speed is no match for the dancing light ball, which is destined to be a futile exercise. And as Siegel continued to dive, the silver fish lost interest and left one after another.

Under the lake, there are not many creatures except silver fish, not even bigger fish. The food chain here looks very simple, with algae and silverfish forming a dynamic balance. In the mage's ears, there was only the vibration of the water passing by and the light sound of bubbles bursting, but otherwise there was silence. Where the dancing light technique shines, the clear but empty lake looks very lonely, giving people the feeling of walking in the cemetery.

The Lake of Tears of God is not very deep, and even at the bottom of the lake, you can vaguely see the slight light on the lake above your head. Siegel stood on a patch of soft sand, whitebait bones and sprawling algae everywhere. Where he walked, he saw a few water worms, twisting their bodies and drilling to the bottom of the mud.

Siegel activates psionic vision and swings his defensive staff to cast spells. Breathing underwater allows his lungs to work properly, but it doesn't mean he can speak as well as he does on the ground. Siegel had to carefully control the pronunciation of the spell to match the fluctuations of magical energy in order to construct a normal spell together. Fortunately, this technique is not difficult, just need to focus on it.

He cast detection magic first, but when he looked around, there was no magical aura in his sight. Then he began to cast more complex spells, using the object location technique to find things of the same material as the metal plate, but still found nothing.

The water element patrolled around, and the dancing light technique continued to sweep across the bottom of the lake, except for the sand. Siegel doesn't see anything of value. He leaned down and grabbed the dirt with his hands. A sticky, greasy feeling from the fingertips. This is the condition of the lake bottom that has been changed by the decay of layers of silverfish carcasses for a long time. Siegel dug down hard, but the sticky layer was deeper than his forearm, and it collapsed as he dug.

So he took out another elemental runeguard core. Summons earth elementals. With this big man working down is much easier. The Earth Elemental dived into the sandy ground and began to look for unusual things, and after a while, he found something.

It held a metal plate in its hand, not a little bigger than a small round shield, and it was engraved with dense text symbols in extremely small fonts. Siegel ordered the earth element to keep searching. Search the entire bottom of the lake, then let the water elemental take itself back to shore.

Breathing fresh air again made him feel a lot more comfortable, but there were many onlookers around, who were looking at this strange mage swimming in clothes with curious eyes. As soon as Siegel tapped his staff, the water on his body and clothes was drained instantly, and then he used teleportation to return to the thick fog camp in the blink of an eye.

Smashing the hard shell of the metal plate in his hand, removing the algae and shellfish corpses, the text on it was finally displayed in front of Siegel completely and clearly. He just glanced at it, then dropped the metal plate and covered his mouth. Pacing around the room with a surprised expression.

He needs to calm down, because he knows that the language is only a short distance away, and the newly salvaged metal plate is the manual for reading this strange language.

How to teach a language to someone who doesn't know himself at all? Especially when there is no face-to-face communication and can only rely on one-sided records—perhaps a book or a sheet of metal? Graphics can be associated with nouns, but this method is not safe, because another person's perception of the world may be completely different from the recorder, so graphics are not necessarily universal.

The owner of the metal plate thought of a way: using mathematics.

He first used the exact same circle to express the basic quantity. One circle was followed by a symbol representing the number 1, and two circles were followed by a symbol representing 2, and slowly expressed the number and the base of the number. Subsequently. Things like "1=1" and "3=3" began to appear repeatedly on the metal plate, allowing people to understand the concept of "equal to", followed by the concepts of "not equal to", "greater than", and "less than".

These four concepts constitute the most basic logic of "yes", "no", "more" and "less". After that, simple addition, subtraction, multiplication and division were generated through numbers, and through these expressions, the most important logical concept was formed: cause and effect.

Then it's still a virtual concept. Including orientation, whole and part, etc. With the help of the direction and the whole, the nouns such as sky and earth can be introduced. With the addition of "parts" and simple pictograms, there are sun, moon, mountain peaks, and water currents. Ultimately, there are "people" living in these environments.

The last part of language is the verb. With the help of existing nouns and the concepts of "plus" and "minus", Siegel understands what movement is. What is change, who is the subject in the sentence to initiate the action.

An important step in deriving a language is separating complete logical paragraphs, or sentences. With the help of the metal plate in front of him, Siegel learned from nothing, the grammar of a language, and the key to unlocking mysterious knowledge.

He read the slate from beginning to end, and was deeply impressed. No matter what kind of race made this thing, they were far ahead of their time in the study of the laws of the world. The Mage Federation taught its students to "see the elements through the material", and these people have already achieved "see the essence through the phenomenon".

If Siegel wanted to teach a child language, the easiest and quickest way was to cast a spell in his head, instilling all knowledge of language into his mind. The slower method is like teaching a child, starting with the correspondence between objects and nouns and gradually forming concepts.

Never thought of this, start learning a language from a virtual concept.

He read it again and again from the beginning to the end. Except for a few nouns that he still couldn't understand, he could understand most of the others. Then he went into deciphering the large metal plate.

Divide sentences, clarify logical relationships, and add words that you already understand, and you can form an article with a lot of blanks, and now all that's left is to fill in those blanks. Now that you know that the entire metal plate is left for future generations, from the manufacturer's point of view, guess what they will say, and then you can try to do "fill in the blanks".

This was a novel experience for Siegel. Nothing about spells, nothing about occultism, nothing about divine power, just pure logic and thinking. While deeply admiring these mysterious people, he had a strange thought in his mind for the first time: If there is no magic in the world, there will be no holy spirits. What will this world be like?

The idea was so dangerous and so seductive that it seemed to lead Siegel into the abyss of depravity. Fortunately, the fluctuation of the magical power on his body made him sober up, and he did not fall into a magical barrier. Magic is an important part of his power, elements are the foundation of the world, so what to do!

When Nata showed mercy. Siegel had already pieced together most of the information when he staged a drama "captured by power, martial arts, and love" with absolute tacit understanding - the rest can only be guessed when more information is found. He sat quietly at the desk, closed his eyes and said nothing, falling into silence like a statue.

What was recorded on the metal plate terrified him.

The makers of the sheet metal - let's call them "writers" - originally lived in a happy environment, using a strange magic that they used to change the world. They knew they were on a beautiful planet and every star in the sky was a glowing fireball.

Originally they thought they could travel to the stars until a powerful sky storm surrounded them. After trying everything, they found that they could not escape the prison of this storm. The only result is death.

Some people are crazy, some people are desperate, some people are desperate and crazy. Only a few writers still have the last sanity, they think that after the sky storm, the world will start a new cycle, and they have a chance to be born again.

So they tried their best to keep this metal plate.

There was one writer who believed that there was still existence in the sky - Siegel thought he was talking about God - and the storm was God's punishment. Since God wants to eliminate them (using the concept of "equal to zero"), they will not leave any trace of civilization. So all records have to be done in the opposite way, picking out those that are asymmetrical (using the concept of "not equal left and right, not equal up and down"). Keep records on the metal plate. This kind of metal plate is collected from the stars before the sky storm, and even the sun cannot melt. They found a way to alter the substance, leaving the writer's final record.

"If this sheet of metal exists. God exists, and the way of recording to escape civilization's demise is correct. So God is not unpredictable or invincible."

The metal plate Dio found at first recorded something else. Some "refugees" learned of the existence of this metal substance and wanted to use it to make shelter, hoping to survive the sky storm. Writers have long made finished products and ruined the method of working sheet metal. Refugees have no other option but to use formed sheet metal for roofs, walls and ceilings. Hide underground and wait quietly for the final judgment with the reserves.

There is no record after that.

From the information obtained, the sky storm is likely to be the wall of storms. It expands in the world of Thunderwall and appears in the world of the Writer. Between advancing and retreating, the material of the other world was transformed, reorganized, and then formed the land beneath our feet: the New World.

Siegel just felt dizzy, and even with his eyes closed he felt like the world was spinning. How can they be so blind, why are people in the world so blind! No one thought of it, no one saw it?

Under the moonlight, Moore, who had returned victoriously, was full of fresh air. He and Nata had already completed their engagement, and they only needed to wait for the ceremony. Fizzak already knew, so Moore wanted to report the good news to Siegel. He hummed a song and walked to the tent where the count lived. Since he still didn't know the fact that Siegel and his father-in-law knew each other so far, everything seemed so beautiful.

This good news must be told to Lord Earl~www.readwn.com~ Moore thought to himself that although he did research mysteriously and never let people disturb him, he would never blame him for being angry after hearing this good news. But you must be careful, so as not to damage the Count's ideas or magic experiments. He repeatedly told himself to be soft-handed and soft-spoken.

But before he could open the tent, Siegel slammed out of it, almost hitting Moore. The mage lord spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and then staggered to his feet.

Siegel wiped the blood from his chin, raised his head, pointed his finger at the stars in the night sky, and shouted, "Who can go up, who can go up to those stars! It's all fake! It's all fake!"

Moore hurried over to support him, and Siegel's strong body seemed to become light and weak. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and his face was exhausted, as if he hadn't rested for a long time. He fell into Moore's arms, gradually closed his eyelids, and said weakly, "If you can go up, won't you climb over the Wall of Storms? If you can go up...can you? Can you!"

Then, he fell asleep. Not even the sound of Maul yelling "Come here with the healing potion" did not wake him up. (To be continued.)

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