Chapter 8: Weird Country
Inside the library.

There was a thick black book in front of Sean. In his vision, countless text symbols were flying in the sky. They seemed to be swimming around like living things, surrounding his body like a school of fish swimming in the deep sea, but when they approached Ms. Hecate in front of him, they became unusually well-behaved and docile.

——Reading magic!
The pages in front of Xiao En were flipping rapidly. His hands did not even touch the black book, but were suspended above the pages. He flipped through the pages one by one without any wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had turned through nearly one-third of the content.

“Amazing talent!”

There was a little surprise in the eyes of Lady Hecate. She stared at Sean who was concentrating in front of her and said softly, "No wonder Oaken sent you to me."

"Don't stop."

"Until your limit."

There was a hint of pain in Sean's expression. Unlike the geography book given to him by the butcher, the black book that Ms. Hecate took out was very obscure and profound. More importantly, it contained some living mysterious knowledge. They were like sharks in a vast school of fish, gnawing at other knowledge from time to time, which also brought Sean a hint of mental pain.

"Learning to make mysterious knowledge submit to oneself is the first step to becoming a spellcaster!"

"Be careful."

“They bite!”

After Ms. Hecate changed into a young and bright girl, even her tone of voice became much lighter. Her fingertips touched the confusion and she whispered, "The talent of a spellcaster is closely related to inspiration."

“It’s a gift, but it’s also a disaster.”

"Your inspiration is far beyond that of ordinary people."

"This means that you can easily see knowledge and all supernatural existences, but you are also more likely to be contaminated by them, and even become their coveted host."

“Everything in this world is polluted.”

“Including knowledge.”

“Knowledge is fascinating, but knowledge is also dangerous.”

"Before the destiny of knowledge is taken back by humans, you must be very careful when you come into contact with any mysterious knowledge, because they belong to an ancient existence whose name cannot be mentioned."

Humanity has failed!
Humanity has lost its destiny of knowledge.

Sean's expression was shrouded in a trace of pain, and he didn't know when a hint of violence and madness appeared in his eyes. What Ms. Hecate gave him was a very old history book, and there were still residual historical traces on it. It was something Sean could not understand, and it was the bloody traces of the human beings in this world.

——The first volume of "Dark Age"!
Sean's reading magic allows him to quickly memorize what he has read, as if it were engraved in his mind, allowing him to remember it once he has read. Although he cannot fully understand the content, especially those parts that contain mystical knowledge, he can review his memory at any time and continue to understand the content through review.

His brain had become a storage device, and reading magic was the interface to that knowledge, and now Lady Hecate wanted to know his limits.

But Sean must be careful, because some mysterious knowledge is like a virus that may invade his brain at any time.

One failure after another.

Human beings have suffered defeat after defeat. After all other races have surrendered and perished, humans are still holding on to their last position and struggling hard.

Humanity refuses to become the flock of the Old Ones.

"In the year 3001 of the Third Age, the sun went out and the Dark Age began.

Human beings have lost their destiny of knowledge. Blind ignorance shrouds everyone's mind. People no longer love to learn. The inheritance of knowledge has become extremely difficult and dangerous. The madness deep in people's hearts is constantly growing. All mysterious knowledge has been given life, and they have become an existence beyond human understanding. The road to pursuit of knowledge is full of thorns, and if you are not careful, it will be contaminated into an indescribable monster.

Illusion reflects reality.

The first "unspeakable illusions" were bred from knowledge, and they ushered in a nearly hundred-year-long era of stupidity for mankind. With the birth of each ancient "unspeakable illusion", mankind began to lose part of the knowledge they held.

Humanity is forgetting knowledge.

All the knowledge they once had of the past.

This despair continued until a nameless great sage came and brought knowledge from other worlds, which continued the human heritage. "

………………

"In the year 3033 of the Third Era, humans were defeated again, and their destiny of life was taken away. From that year on, the mortality rate of all human newborns increased wildly, and a large number of newborns with congenital deformities appeared everywhere. Then, the way humans and other creatures reproduced was also polluted.

For more than 30 years, half of human newborns were born through ovoviviparity or egg-laying, and the chance of survival for these newborns was less than one in ten.

Creatures shrouded in the gray fog began to die out in large numbers, and new species were bred from the polluted and distorted mother of life.

The age of evil has begun."

………………

In the year 3055 of the Third Era, an indescribable unknown existence that transcends spatial dimensions invaded [Death].

Humanity was defeated once again, and the Legends of Destiny fell one after another.

The boundary between the living and the dead began to become blurred. Those who should have died were polluted and turned into wandering souls. They rotted bit by bit and forgot their humanity bit by bit, but they were unaware of it. It was as if they had forgotten death and were also forgotten by death.

Knowledge, life, death, nature, sky, earth...

The whole world has fallen.

Everything that humans once had was taken away, the nature of the world was distorted, their era of destiny became history, and the world was transformed into a crazy country suitable for those "outsiders" to settle down.

The Weird Kingdom is born! ” Thus began an era-long dark age.

Countless screams seemed to echo in Sean's brain. The dark age recorded in the books made Sean feel pain and madness just by touching those living words.

Inside the luxurious hall.

I don't know when, the simple murals on the wall suddenly came alive, a whispering sound was heard, and the gray mist seemed to draw aside a curtain. In the deep darkness, an extremely sharp blade emerged, breaking through the illusion and reflecting the reality, and crawling out little by little amid the increasingly crazy whispering.

"Stay focused."

"Concentration is the first element for a spellcaster!"

Ms. Hecate was undoubtedly a very good teacher. She turned around slowly, her eyes slightly narrowed, with a strange faint light in them.

——Blade Dancer【Unspeakable Illusion】.

With a crisp sound of landing, two sharp blades slid down, and the blood-stained blades were broken and spliced ​​at the knees to replace the feet. The rusty tight trousers were like a gentleman's shirt jacket, with a withered flower pinned at the collar.

It slowly stood up, nearly two meters tall, with its arms broken at the wrists and embedded with two rapiers.

The monster's body twisted bit by bit, raising its blade-like toes and making a swastika-like dance pose with the flexibility of a dancer. Then it leaned forward slightly and lowered its head, as if signaling to the audience, and cut off the bloody blade that was pierced into its flesh at the wrist, and very gracefully placed it across its chest.

"continue."

"You only have one chance to read this book now." Ms. Hecate turned gracefully, and the hem of her black floor-length skirt looked like a blooming black rose.

She calmly stepped onto the stairs, facing the dancer whose face was wrapped in bandages, and whispered, "Blade Dancer."

"Unspeakable vanity."

"It was originally completed by a poor painter named Ottoli, who committed suicide after completing this work. In the turbulent times, many crazy artists perfected this work and promoted it to the status of an ascender."

“And make it real, too.”

"If you encounter it somewhere else, you'd better run as far away as possible."

Lady Hecate raised her hand slightly, and in the corridor that was gradually turning gray and white, as if the ink was fading, the figure of the Blade Dancer suddenly disappeared, and the ink-like color began to spread to everything around, as if reality was splashed with ink and all the colors were distorted and changing.

Reality becomes illusion!
Walls, corridors, bookshelves, chandeliers, and everything that exists in reality gradually turned into objects in the painting. The entire hall was turning into a mottled, worn-out oil painting full of twisted and weird lines.

This is the most powerful and indescribable illusion that Sean has ever encountered, except for the great detective - Motylan!

——"True Word Command: Death!"

Ms. Hecate opened her lips slightly and clenched her fists, as if she was grasping something, but no sound came out.

Without Sean noticing, a cold blade was already against his forehead, less than a centimeter away from his skin. The figure of the Blade Dancer crossed a distance of dozens of meters, disappeared from the corridor that was nearly six meters high, and came in front of Sean in an instant.

Concentration was interrupted.

Xiao En felt the danger of death, and the next second, the figure of the Blade Dancer began to twist, and its entire body collapsed inward. The sharp blade became rusty, and the twisted limbs were like a splashed oil painting. The dirty color spread on the slender body, and finally its entire body began to decompose on the spot, turning into a pool of indistinguishable paint on the white floor.

"It seems that you need to learn how to concentrate on casting spells." Ms. Hecate's expression was a little disappointed.

By the time Sean came to his senses, the black book on the table had disappeared.

"That's all for today's class."

"You should go back." Ms. Hecate's voice gradually became low, as if it was the voice of a middle-aged person, and her slender figure disappeared in the corridor.

Sean just stood up.

A female demon servant walked out from the bookshelf next to her. She stared at Xiao En with a pale face and said in an unquestionable tone, "Madam, you need to rest."

"plz follow me."

Xiao En looked at the pool of mottled and dirty oil paint on the ground, took a deep breath, and then followed the maid's footsteps and left.

He needs to calm down now.

His brain is filled with too much knowledge that he doesn't currently understand, so his current thinking is not clear.

"Weird Country."

Before walking into the maze-like corridor, Sean took a last look at the dirty pool of oil paint.

From this moment on, he knew that he had to abandon his previous cognition and start to understand this crazy world again.

………………

　The editor said that it is very important to follow the books on Qidian now, as it affects the recommendations.

　　I am not familiar with the current starting point.

　　It’s not too late to read now, right?
　　Ying Ying Ying.

(End of this chapter)