Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 216, Awakening

The strong wind blew past, and the originally mixed sand was slowly layered and suspended in mid-air.

"Since these substances are mixed together and I can manipulate them, what if they are separated? Can I also manipulate them? What exactly is the sand I manipulate? If my sand refers to a specific substance, then why are other substances related to it? Can it be manipulated by me without the sticking effect? ​​Why does my elementalization produce multiple substances? Why can my elementalized body elements be transformed into the black sand of the Kingdom of Heliopolis? Why... ..."

With these doubts in mind, Mosa separated the fine particles in the sand.

There will always be an end to the doubts, as long as the experiments are verified one by one.

The first is the judgment of the type of substance being manipulated!

Mosa only allocated a small amount of ability to maintain the suspension of these substances, so as not to disturb the order and start over.

Then, most of the abilities were concentrated on a certain substance that was randomly drawn, and Mosa meticulously perceived the feeling of manipulating this substance.

It's completely different from controlling the usual sand. It's a kind of, um... Mosa shook his head, finding it hard to describe this feeling.

It was a difficult feeling, manipulating this substance was not as easy as manipulating sand, but it seemed to be able to exert influence on it.It's just that it takes a little more effort than normal control of sand.

Then Mosa tried several times in a row, and tried all the remaining substances one by one.

While there are varying degrees of difficulty, Mosa confirmed that they all performed similarly when playing individually - playable but slightly difficult.

Mosa felt a little confused...

It was okay before the verification. Although I didn't understand it, I had some guesses, but now I'm completely confused.

After verification, it was found that every substance could be manipulated, and Mosa was completely stunned...

What the hell is this...

What I eat is the rustling fruit, how can I control anything, I am not a mind-power fruit...

Thinking of this, Mo Sa quickly shook his head... No, no, if it is true that everything can be controlled...

Mo Sa looked at Baiyue, his saber, and tried to manipulate this long knife, which was comparable to the 21-workmanship of the big fast knife.

Ten seconds later, Mo Sa gave up with sweat on his forehead, and Bai Yue didn't move or respond.

Then Mosa tried various things, and found that only fine-grained substances can be manipulated by himself, and as the particles grow or shrink, it will take extra effort to drive them to a certain extent, continue to grow or When it shrinks to a certain limit, it will completely lose control.

So... the rustling fruit can really manipulate many substances, as long as their particle size is within a certain range... Mosa rubbed his chin and thought.

Then he thought about it again, the experiment just now is not safe, what if the effect of maintaining the suspension of other substances by himself will affect the experimental results?
So Mosa modified the experimental plan and repeated the above experimental steps again...

The result made Mosa raise his eyebrows fiercely.

Manipulation failed.

Multiple manipulations failed.

Only small fragments of rocks can be perfectly manipulated by him, about 0.1-2mm!
But, this... is so unreasonable!
Mo Sa was dumbfounded, like a flower planted on a stone platform...

This is getting more and more chaotic...

Mo Sa vigorously pulled his purple hair, and pulled his delicate hairstyle into a chicken coop, looking as if he had been abused by someone...

This, this is unreasonable...

Mosa felt that if he went on like this, he might lose his hair...

So 10 minutes later,

Mosa, who consciously entered a dead end, decided to put the problem aside and consider other issues for the time being. Maybe he can get some inspiration from analogy?
Thinking of this, Mosa raised his hands up.

Whoosh!

A huge tornado was directly summoned by Mosa out of thin air.

Recalling the past in Mosa's mind, a long-standing doubt gradually emerged:

I felt very strange a long time ago, why can I set off a tornado when I am obviously sand?
Just relying on the sand's own rotation is too ridiculous.

Mosa has thought about this question many times, but has not been able to come up with an answer every time.But this time, Mo Sa had a premonition in his heart—the truth was right in front of him, within reach!

Mosa was immersed in this wonderful feeling and couldn't extricate himself.He gradually forgot time and other things, and immersed himself in this wonderful feeling wholeheartedly.

Here, he is a grain of sand, he is a wind, he is a passing water vapor, he is scalding temperature, he is death that buries everything, he seems to be this desert, and it seems that nothing is just unprecedented clarity I can feel the breath of the desert!
A long time passed, until Mosa and the stone platform under him were buried by yellow sand again, forming a sand dune.Until Matsushima Juhei was a little anxious about Mosa's disappearance, and almost couldn't help looking for it, but in the end he had to stay because he wanted to help him stabilize the branch.

He finally opened his eyes.

The nearby desert slowly separated and calmed down as if welcoming the king, the quicksand was no longer flowing, the sandstorm subsided slowly, and the sand dunes gradually calmed down.

Driven by the feeling in his heart, Mo Sa gently got up with his somewhat stiff body and left the stone platform, walking towards the west step by step.

There are a few broken walls of houses there. From the architectural style, it seems to be a small oasis that used to be about a few decades ago, but it has gradually dried up for some reason.

Mosa walked there step by step, each step was different in size, but matched with his well-proportioned body and handsome face, it didn't look messy.

Every time he took a step, the sand behind him became purer, becoming similar in size and blending into one.When he walked to the center of the former oasis, he stopped lightly, raised his head and looked around, his unfocused eyes slowly focused, far more energetic than before!

pat.

A grain of yellow sand rolled down from the roof of the tallest house and stopped when it reached Mosa's feet. It seemed that even it, without wisdom and life, dared to offend the majesty of the new king of the desert.

clap la la...

Afterwards, all the remaining buildings and buildings in the surrounding area slowly disintegrated, and countless yellow sands rolled down in a gushing shape. The remaining traces of this oasis seemed to be erased so easily and fundamentally, even if you are familiar with this place There is no way for people to find any clues!

No, not just oasis ruins and wrecks.

At the moment when the yellow sand began to roll down, everything around Mosa turned into sand!

Mosa raised his chin slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a handsome arc.

The answer to the question is here.

there is only one truth--

I am the desert!

Awaken!

(End of this chapter)