Invincible copy system

"anyone there?"

At ten o'clock in the morning, Zhang Fan stood at the reception desk for new students of Michael Academy, where Elsa told him to receive his uniform and wand.

But when Zhang Fan walked in here, he felt a little disappointed.

There was no one in the room, and it only had an area of ​​less than thirty square meters, and it was divided into two rooms, inside and outside.

There is an iron fence in the middle, and there is a writing desk in the center of the inner room.

"Hello!"

Zhang Fan continued to shout, hoping that someone would come out to receive him.

"Stop calling, what time is it! Have you received your number yet?"

Finally, with Zhang Fan's unremitting efforts, a figure slowly appeared in the inner room, lying sideways on the desk, eyes still open, and said something to Zhang Fan impatiently.

Zhang Fan didn't pay attention to his technique that appeared out of thin air, but simply said: "I'm new here, the teacher told me to come here to get a school uniform and a magic wand."

The man still didn't look up, and said, "Is there something wrong with your ears? Your student number?"

Zhang Fan was a little confused, so he turned on the scanning system and checked the other party's identity.

"Senior Edward, I don't have a student number."

"You didn't get your student number to come to me...why?"

Edward raised his head while complaining, and when he saw Zhang Fan, he paused nervously.

"Senior, where should I go to get my student number?"

"Are you new here... Zhang Fan?"

Zhang Fan nodded and asked again, "Should I get my student number first?"

Edward nodded first, then shook his head violently, "Well...you shouldn't need it."

"what?"

"The principal said that you can apply for anything at any time. Just wait a minute."

After speaking, Edward turned around and walked into the wall behind him.

"I go."

Zhang Fan uttered something, and Edward passed through the solid wall without any sign of hindrance.

After another half a minute, he came out again and put the things on the table.

Zhang Fan glanced at the things on the table and felt an urge to hit the wall.

The white thin gown is like a woman's dress, and the magic wand is completely transparent without any modification, almost like a plastic rod.

"Senior, do I have to wear this to class? Yesterday, I didn't see a classmate in school uniform either."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Edward replied in a hurry, then picked up his clothes again, walked up to Zhang Fan, and explained: "The magic robe and wand are specially treated, try them on, and they will Become who you are for you."

Zhang Fan dubiously took the long gown from the fence, and put it on himself carefully.

"That's fine too."

Sure enough, the moment the gown came into contact with Zhang Fan's body, it began to change without warning. The material gradually thickened, corners appeared at the leader, the color turned black and red, and there were special folds and patterns.

In the end, the original light gown turned into a black double-layer coat, with a blue flame of Wenli lying on the upper body, and metallic buttons.

Has a weird feel to it, but fits perfectly.

Edward handed the transparent wand to Zhang Fan's hand without taking his eyes off it.

Its changes are more exaggerated.

The moment Zhang Fan held it in his hand, black smoke leaked out from between his fingers, entangled with the slender wand.

Then, delicate organs with sharp edges and corners grew out one by one.

Rotating rear bolt, downward-curved charging handle, arc-shaped scale, inverted "V"-shaped front sight...

"Crack" sound.

Zhang Fan opened the magazine, and the two rows were staggered and built-in.

That clear "plastic stick" turns out to be a classic pull-action rifle, even with a canvas sling attached.

Zhang Fan glanced at Edward who was stunned aside, and asked, "Is this normal?"

"Ahem" Edward coughed, pretending to be very serious, and replied, "The wizard's wand knows its master best, and you won't be able to live without it before long."

Zhang Fan pulled the breech bolt a few more times, it felt okay, but he felt something was wrong.

Soon he remembered, stretched out his right hand to Edward, and asked, "Senior, where are the bullets?"

"Maybe...you need to do it yourself."

"I do it myself?"

"Yes, there are many mages who use gun-shaped wands. Ammunition is their own magic. There is also a modern gun magic discipline in the academy. There are not many students. You can ask them for specific methods."

Zhang Fan was a little distressed, but he couldn't help it. Just as he was about to leave, he discovered another problem.

"Senior, do you have something like a magic pocket here? It's not convenient for me to carry this?"

"You can try putting it on your clothes, the magic robe will deform."

Zhang Fan followed Edward's instructions and tried it.

Sure enough, when he opened his coat and was about to hide his gun, a pocket appeared in the inner lining of his clothes.

Zhang Fan tried inserting it, but the rifle disappeared once he put it in.

"Thank you senior, I won't bother you, you are busy."

After speaking, Zhang Fan left quickly.

He plans to go to the subject of guns first, to find a way to create magic bullets.

But not long after he went out, he ran into Rachel.

"Well, it looks like a wizard now."

Zhang Fan said dissatisfiedly, "Before I changed my clothes, was I ugly?"

"Are you jealous of a suit of clothes?" she asked rhetorically.

Zhang Fan didn't respond, he has more troublesome things now, "It is said that there is a discipline that studies modern gun magic, where are they?"

"Guns? Your wand turned into a gun? Take it out and let me see."

Reluctantly, Zhang Fan pulled out the rifle from his clothes and handed it to Rui Xueer.

Contrary to what he expected, Rachel didn't laugh at him.

Instead, she held it carefully in her hand, groped it carefully, pulled the bolt a few more times, aimed at the distant sky, pulled the trigger, and fired a test shot.

"Not bad, the style is classic, and it feels good in the hand. I didn't expect you to blend so well with the wand."

"Fusion?"

"The wand is an extension of a wizard's life and a part of his own body. It not only fits your magical attributes, but also reflects the wizard's personality. If you want to know a wizard, just look at his wand." He said, She returned the wand to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan stared at his rifle and asked, "You mean, I'm just a long gun."

"Hmm... It's almost the same as the feeling you gave me. You seem to hate trouble with one bullet and one life."

"Don't you hate it?"

"It's not good to be too impatient, and the final result is often unsatisfactory."

Zhang Fan put the gun away and said, "I'm a little dissatisfied now. There is no long gun with bullets, no matter how beautiful it is. Sir Wizard, can you show me the way?"

"Follow."