Summoner of Miracles

“Is he the Wizard? ”

Looking at it as if it didn't fit in with the surrounding area, he held his arm, closed his eyes, leaned on the column and waited for the game to start, and the mirror muttered to himself.

The poem sitting in front of the mirror revealed the envy and desire that emerged from his eyes at this moment.

At the same time, there is a hint of jealousy.

Frankly, poetry is still a little uncomfortable with such jealousy.

Although, as a matter of principle, this also seems to be a common sentiment, because of the existence of currency conversion mechanisms, in GGO, professional players and top players are generally envied and envied by the average player, plus status and fame. For powerful players, people have always been like this, inevitably, let alone the mirror used to be a well-known first-rate player, and feel even more empathetic about these. Now that they are going downhill, such envy, aspiration and jealousy will arise in the steaming sun. But poetry still feels uncomfortable.

Now, poetry speaks voluntarily.

“Do you care so much about him?” Poetry doesn't matter, "he said.“ Then go talk to him. He should listen to you. ”

When I heard that, the mirror reacted and shook my head.

“I don't know him at all. Go up and say hello to him. He may mistakenly think that I'm just like the players who ambushed him before. It's not good, so forget it. ”

The mirror didn't have the guts to go up and talk to Rojin.

Poetry is understandable.

Anyway, in the real world, mirrors are a student who suffers from bullying by senior students, so he doesn't even want to go to school and choose to study at home, so that he only has a little connection with poetry, and holds a shyness and resistance to others themselves.

This is still very similar to poetry.

In the real world, poetry is equally resistant to communicating with people around it, even if they don't want to be friends, but because of their special circumstances, poetry is no longer easily believable in others, much less capable of doing such things.

The mirror is able to maintain its current relationship only because he is its own leader and has a GGO game as a common topic to stay friendly with.

But that's it.

Now poetry really doesn't have much leeway to make friends, much less to communicate with others, which leads them to really have little interest in others, just focus on the strong in GGO.

Only by beating these powerful people, constantly beating them, and making themselves stronger in the GGO will their spirits and hearts become stronger in the real world.

In this way, poetry can overcome that weakness.

Poetry is the only way to become a famous sniper in GGO in just six months.

Just keep sending the black Kati bullet into the enemy's head, blowing up all the stronger ones and getting close to the target step by step.

The mirror seemed to know more or less the condition of poetry, so looking at the firmly colored poetry of the eye raised a slight apprehension in the eye.

“Are you sure it's okay?” The mirror looked worried: “Even if I just stood here and watched, I could feel the strength of that person. That person was really quite strong, and you couldn't help him two days ago with other players. Can you really beat him this time? ”

Mirror worries are not unreasonable.

After the First World War in the Land of Death, Poetry could not imagine itself or in any way its own victory over Roseanness, let alone the scene in which Roseanness would be hit by his bullet.

To be honest, poetry is clear to me that I have a good chance of beating Roseanne, and I'm afraid that I'll be close to zero.

No, it should be said that it is most likely directly zero, with no chance of victory.

But what about this?

“Even if I knew that his strength was no longer within my reach, I had to defeat him. ”

Poetry held his arm in front of him slowly and tightly, causing his fingers to fall into the flesh of his arm.

“As long as I can defeat him and this unprecedented and powerful enemy that will never be defeated, then this time I will be able to reach my goal. ”

Poetry has such a hunch.

It can be said that poetry has no choice.

To date, poetry has not known how many powerful enemies it has won, and countless times it has believed that its spirit and mind are much stronger than in the past, but it has been unable to overcome that weakness and overcome that tragic past.

So poetry can only be a constant battle, a constant battle with strong enemies, in order to one day achieve what one thinks in one's heart.

And Rojin is undoubtedly the strongest player, the scariest strong, poetry has ever seen in GGO.

If we can beat him...

No, it's worth mentioning that if we beat him, if we can't get over that...

So, for the rest of my life, poetry is estimated to be hopeless.

Therefore, poetry must overcome him, and this obstacle must be overcome.

Even if the odds are zero, so be it.

“... is it? ”

The mirror drowned the curtain.

Soon, however, the mirror raised its head and looked at the poem.

“Then go for it.” The mirror smiled gently, “I'll be here to cheer you up. ”

“Thank you.” Poetry relaxed the body.

Unexpectedly, the poem turned its head and looked in the direction of Roseanne again.

“Alas?”

Look at this, the poem is stuck.

“The man...”

The mirror was also slightly flashed, looking in the direction of Lo Jin, a little surprised.

It's not just the two of us, but all the players who are more or less secretly following Roseanne are stuck.

Because everybody saw it.

There's a man approaching Rosen.

A man with a strange vibe.

............

“Hmm?”

Luo Zhen, who was closing his eyes to support God, found a slight difference, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and opened his eyes.

This creepy scene appeared in front of him with his eyes open.

Only, in front of Luo Jin, sometime, a man appeared.

A man wearing a shattered, dark grey robe with a very low head and a skeleton mask on his face, his eyes red, as if he were a reaper.

Such a man appeared silently in front of Roseanne, raised his head and his eyes lit up like a ghost fire.

And then...

“Is... you...? ”

A low, dull, metallic, heavy voice comes from under each other's masks.

“Are you... yourself...? ”

Dumb also had some intermittent words in Rojin's ears, which made Rojin's eyebrows wrinkle deeper.

For some reason, Roger felt a little familiar with the sound and the way it spoke.

“Who are you? ”

Luo Zhen asked directly.

This makes the other person's eyes redder.

As if to confirm something, the other party's dull voice continues to sound.

“It turns out... as the internet says... you... are here...”

Death characters were grinning and spouting intermittent words.

“Great... when I... waited... for this chance... those guys would... envy me..."

That's a strange thing to say to you.

Luo Zhen just looked at him cold and didn't say anything.

In response, they also seem to have stopped talking to themselves.

“I've waited... a long time... for this day...”

Focus on Rojin for convenience.

“Let's... continue... enjoying... the game..."

“Demon Master... we await our enemies...”

“It's Showtime...”