The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Looking at it is the ocean of the endless book.

A row of bookshelves, of all sorts, situated between spiral infinity towers, puppets and puppets patrolling back and forth, all organized, the largest library I've ever seen.

But the book books here are obviously different. The large shelves are too big for giants to use. The top of the shelves goes straight into the sky, while the small ones, even the mouse people, cannot use them, only as big as a nail shell.

Above each book, there is a mysterious magical light surrounding it. These are not ordinary books, but magic books.

“… this is my world, Mysterious House. ”

In the middle of all the bookshelves, Heroise sat on a floating disk, seriously introducing me to her world, but I was just trying to hold my laugh.

Reason? The baby's red cheeks also carry a tiny wine chest, neat short blonde hair with a golden little princess crown, high heeled red children's shoes, white lace children's skirt, and those strawberry bunny pants that accidentally walked away... good, completely unresponsive, I'm definitely not Lori Control.

Heroise in front of me, far more exaggerated than a teenage girl, is no more than a seven- or eight-year-old super young girl, and this is her reality.

Heart like the world, is a strong person who puts his heart's "real” into the real world to rewrite reality. Everyone's perception of self authenticity cannot be distorted, just as I died in "Diffindor” at the age of 14. Heroise, at this time, is probably the moment of her death.

She's trying to stay dignified, but the girl's dignified, that drummed cheek, not only has no sense of threat, it's cute... cough, dead cat is grinding her teeth again, let's just talk business.

“… here are not only the magic books and magic books that I have collected over the years, but also all the magic material from the age of the Pokémon Empire. At the end of the day, I am not thinking about hatred, but about passing on our culture and magic…”

I take it a little seriously that the deceased should remain duly respected when he talks about his death and will.

If this is the magic knowledge accumulated over 10,000 years and the legacy of the Pokémon Empire, Heroise's learning seems to make sense, but I thought half-way and shook my head.

“… should, and more than that, be inconsistent with the basic rules of magic. ”

The mind resembles the world and is part of the system of elemental power, it is the deepest desire and obsession of the holder, and I have never doubted that Heroise possesses the mind resemblance to the world, because her obsession and accumulation are the strongest of the dead monarchs I have ever seen, and the desire for power is also the catalyst of the mind resemblance to the world.

In the past, she had never heard that her heart resembled the world, and had killed all those who knew it, but now it seems that it was probably because it was a rare purely auxiliary mind resembling the world that her enemies would not see.

But I still feel that the situation is wrong, because the mind is like the world is also part of the elemental power, the basic nature and laws of the elements are to be followed, the heart of the strong fire is like the sea of fire and lava that let it play its power, it is also filled with the power of the elements of fire itself, and the soul of the dead, like the world, is often inverted to life and death or let the living die, or let the dead live, me and the great worm of the consul of Silo are both the latter.

Heroise is a mind like the world, too peaceful and tranquil, not in her style at all, even less compatible with the evil nature of the dead soul like the world has always been biased. If this knowledge is kept by scholars and hermits and so on, I can still understand, but Heroise is clearly not this painting, her heart like the world, considering that she sees vengeance and power as the physical view of everything, should directly empower her.

“… flip it. ”

I didn't hide my doubts, and after a moment of hesitation, Heroise dropped her finger on me, a thick blue magic book.

And just when I touched it, my face changed, and countless anatomical experiences told me that it was human skin material, and that only the most evil demons and evil gods would use human skin scrolls and human skin magic books.

But I find it stranger and stranger that the blue magic light of the day should be the magic book of the wind system, and my hesitation is opening the book to nothingness.

“... I'm Joey. Stran, the legendary wind magician, my best research area is the materialization of wind elements, and based on this, I have opened up three special magics: wind needle surgery, double tornado, scintillation windwheel, I have experienced 372 battles...”

As soon as I opened the book, I felt dragged into the book, Joey. Strand's magic-related experience and combat experience, reproduced in front of me, every detail, every little experience, as if he had experienced it personally, learning, experimenting, fighting as if he had experienced it personally, apart from the lack of life and everyday memory, this is the entire life of the magician.

“... ‘Mysterious House - the cellar of the Book of Souls', every Book of Souls used to be a brilliant magician. A third of my own disciples are here, which is also the root of the Knower...”

Heroise deliberately kept her words flat, but the trembling sounds of a child and the touch of her soul made me realize that she was not at peace.

What is she afraid of? Fear that your biggest secret will be revealed? Then why did she bring me here so long as she never revealed her secrets, no one would know about her weaknesses?

What is she afraid of? Fear disgusts me? Isn't she used to being hated and hated?

What is she afraid of? Afraid I won't recognize her past? Then why didn't she hide her past...

“Perhaps I'm a little special to her...”

Everything was wandering in my head, but I felt a little powerless. My thoughts were getting more and more distracted at this time. I was thinking, "If I hadn't slipped away, I might have gone in here and hidden it." Heroise stood silently in front of me, like waiting for a final verdict.

[... you're not going to say anything? As a leading actor, at least give me some comfort, like I don't mind your past and all.

“Oh, I didn't mind, what nice words. There are thousands of magicians left here? In any one of my glacial centuries, the death toll was more than ten times that. ”

Yes, the link of the soul can't lie, I don't care at all, Heroise is not a good person, I know from the beginning, I'm not a good person, I'm a bastard who should have been in hell for a long time, but I don't think we did anything wrong. Should fate arrange such a desperate plot for us to cry like victims and then face our own end in despair?

“… as long as the fate of despair can be reversed, what means will be used, as long as power can be gained, what means will not be used? Are we wrong? Should we die in childhood? Shouldn't we be on the path of revenge, carrying the hatred of our country?

So, if we're right, are those innocent victims wrong? Isn't that even more likely? ”

So if the parties are right, is it wrong for the fate god who arranged the fate? Is it the god of order that creates life, the god of chaos wrong (system shot)? No one can give an answer. If you have to find an answer, you probably have to say that the world is wrong.

“Everybody's right, everybody's just trying to survive. All, I'm eager to create a world where most people can live without having to fight. ”

That is why there is the law, the underworld where all sins are judged, and all sinners are finally judged for the sake of a better world.

Looking at Heroise, I laughed, I didn't need words, I made myself clear, when it was all over, I would definitely leave a compartment for the dead cat the day I went to hell... considering the current situation, it seemed pointless to think that far.

I admit my crimes, but before serving my sentence, there seems to be something I can do, at least a little less of a tragic protagonist like us.

But the dead cat laughed, smiling like a dream, with tears in her eyes, seemed to satisfy the sentence of “life imprisonment”.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't think I won't take care of you. Don't rub your nose on my clothes! Hello, hello, saliva! ”

When everything went from chaos to calm, I had blue magic books piled up in front of me, and that's what Heroise brought me into.

“According to your magical talents, when you accumulate the theory back to the half-god, it's expected to be at least 300 years before the jihad is over. So, only in a supernormal way. ”