Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

Before telling you about this chapter, I want to explain something in advance - about the setting of human beings in 9's world view. Although humans in World 9 cannot use mysticism, they can use technology to create devices that can release mysticism. Not only are they powerful technology, but they also have strong human bodies, which is their proud capital.

First of all, if a human baby and a mystic baby live and grow up at the same time, you will find that the human baby will always run faster and jump further than the mystic baby. This is the consensus of everyone - human The body is generally healthier and stronger than that of the occultist, of course, except for a few individuals.

Think about it again, if "Heavy Rain" allows you to go back in time, you will find that the further back in time, the greater the "discrimination" humans have against mystics. If I were a fool, I would definitely provoke those occultists who can release mystical magic by raising their hands and breathe fire and create ice. Of course, I am a normal person.

Why can human beings compete with mystics and not even fall behind? I would like to emphasize once more that they have stronger bodies and accumulated technology than mystics. Imagine if humans didn’t have these two capitals, how would they “discriminate” against mystics?

Of course, as time goes on, this discrimination becomes less and less, and most humans and occultists can live together.

Okay, now that the setting is over, let’s start a new chapter together!

"Russell! Russell! Russell!" The audience shouted the name of the winner. Not long ago, members of the offensive team passed the football to each other. Tom was stopped by two members of the offensive team and broke free for a moment. If the ball is not opened, the remaining members of the offensive team will seize this opportunity and press directly under the defensive ball frame.

Our hero Russell walks through the offensive square, as smooth as a piece of butter. No one on the offensive side can stop him from taking the football, whether it is forcing a stop or covering from all sides, Russell You can always find a way to squeeze out of the encirclement.

Ever since, with the cheers of the audience, Russell successfully sent the football into the opponent's box. The piercing whistle sounded, and the players rushed over to hug Russell and threw him high. Ribbons and golden debris fell from the sky, "Russell! Russell! Russell!" The audience shouted the name of the winner - which also meant that the balance of victory had tipped to their team.

Sha Velvet asked: "Ezra, can you tell which of them is a mystic?"

Ezra replied: "Humans are famous for their strong bodies and toughness. Tom and Kipkar are stronger, they are human beings. Russell, who is flexible, is more like a mystic."

Sha Velvet nodded, "Well, if it were me, I would think so too. This is a logical guess. However, you are wrong. The three of them are all occultists."

Before Ezra could react, Sha Velvet pulled him to a staircase leading underground. Walking down this staircase, you can reach the players' lounge.

Ezra kept looking left and right, his heart beating faster than usual, like a thief who was afraid of being caught stealing. He whispered: "Miss Sha Velvet, we entered the players' lounge without permission. Wouldn’t it be bad?”

"It's okay." Sha Velvet patted his shoulder, "I have acquaintances here, so we don't have to worry."

They arrived at the door of the players' lounge. Inside the ajar door, there was a smell of sweat, the fragrance of grass, and a strong smell of medicine. At the same time, there were the sounds of messy footsteps and the curses of the players.

Rugby is a physical sport, and even when wearing protective sportswear, players are still bruised and bruised. They were sitting together, some were changing out of their sportswear, and some were getting medicine to apply to their wounds. No one noticed that there were two people looking at them outside the door.

Russell's breathing was rapid, like an old-fashioned train that had just started—whoosh, whoosh. His hands were shaking so much that they seemed frozen, and there was sweat flowing from his forehead, almost soaking his collar.

"Quick! Give me that thing!" Russell roared, looking at the team manager with wide eyes.

The manager was so frightened that he took a step back, and Russell acted like he was relapsed on drugs. The manager sighed and handed the bottle of painkillers to Russell, "Here you go, but don't use too much - painkillers will make you addicted. There will be reporters who want to interview you champions later, but don't do it on camera." He looked like he was in a trance... Hey, you——"

Russell opened the medicine bottle, raised his head and poured the painkiller into his mouth. He chewed it up and swallowed it without water. He coughed a few times, and his pale face gradually returned to flesh color.

The manager shook his head and threw the empty medicine bottle into the trash can nearby. The other team members were not surprised by this and did what they should do. Only Ezra covered his mouth in surprise, unable to believe what was happening in front of him. .

Sha Velvet's face remained as usual, and she slowly said: "Physical competitions such as rugby, boxing, wrestling, etc. not only make people happy, but also come with certain dangers. And those mystics who are good at "healing", Then he should become the best seeded player.

They can hit and punch at all costs. Even if they are seriously injured, as long as the mysterious magic takes effect, they will still be as smooth as new dolls that just left the factory.

But most of the mysterious healing techniques take effect in fifteen minutes. Before fifteen minutes, they could only rely on painkillers to fight the pain. After fifteen minutes, the mysterious techniques started to take effect and they came back to life. "

Ezra said, "Is this an advantage?"

"Does it count? Maybe it does." Sha Velvet said, "But there is no free lunch in the world. If you want to have a full meal, you have to sweat, and if you want to make money, you have to go out and work. They appeared in the game Ligament injuries and fractures become more and more likely to occur over time.”

"Hmm... I never thought it would be like this..." Ezra's delicate eyebrows were squeezed together, her left hand resting on her right hand, and she pinched her glove uneasily.

"This is irreversible." Sha Velvet said, "Metal can also fatigue, let alone flesh and blood. As early as ten years ago, Margaret from Broken Hill was invincible on the court. Last August , she died in winter. Guess how she died?"

Ezra's eyes drifted to the players' lounge, where Russell, as usual, gathered with several players to discuss where to have a good meal at night. Ezra thought for a while and said: "It should be a habitual injury - mystics who usually experience repeated injuries and recover, their bodies will become more and more sensitive, and eventually they may break even when they walk..."

"No." Sha Velvet shook her head, "She died of a drug overdose—painkillers."

"How could it be?!" Ezra's body trembled, feeling that his breath was a little cold.

Sha Velvet lowered her head, looked at the cigarette butts that were about to burn out at her feet, and continued: "The amount of painkillers she needs to take is far beyond what her body can bear."

"This... this is simply illegal!" Ezra clenched his fists, blood burning in his chest, "We should report this chaos and provide help to these people..."

Sha Velvet put a hand on Ezra's shoulder. She stared into the boy's beautiful eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "What if I say that occultists have "no choice"? Human beings can achieve first place through physical strength." name, and the occultist can also gain the first name through the occult.”

It was like a bolt of lightning struck Ezra's brain, causing him to wake up immediately, but his hands and feet felt cold. Ezra murmured: "Talent... they just used their talent..."

"That's the truth, Ezra, it's all true."

Ezra took a deep breath and looked at Sha Velvet a little helplessly. The confusion in Ezra's eyes made Sha Velvet feel guilty, but this was the truth he had to know. Sha Velvet pulled Ezra into his arms, Like the eldest sister in the family, she said: "Ezra, I don't mean to make you feel guilty. But this is all true. It can happen every minute.

Drug addiction can lead to premature aging and irreversible physical damage... This is the final outcome for every mystic athlete. Why no one stopped it? The club owner knew it, and even the organizers of the competition knew it... They had no way to stop this behavior. This was purely a matter of personal style, nothing more. "

Laughter came from the lounge, and the players stood up and lined up. Russell, who scored the final score, stood in the center of the team, holding a golden trophy in his hand. When reporters asked him if he would continue to play in the future, his eyes Li's hot and passionate eyes couldn't deceive anyone at all.

"Yes, I will do it again in the future, and I will do it for the rest of my life!" With that, Russell raised the trophy and shouted loudly, "I love football! I will do it for the rest of my life!"

"Did you hear that?" Sha Velvet said, "I dare not think about what will happen to the lives of those who love sports if they lose their career as athletes and no longer engage in sports-related careers. How will they face it? In the future? When they lie on the hospital bed and feel the piercing pain in their bodies, will they hate their profession?"

"Ezra, human sports competitions are generous, and they do not refuse any occultists to join. But at the same time, it is sad that Cinderella's sister cannot fit into the glass slipper, but there are still people who are willing to cut their heels and be in it. .”

"I think...I understand." Ezra raised his head and looked at Sha Velvet, "I finally understand why Miss Kerendian is so angry. Occultists are not suitable for human sports and judgment methods. What they need is a completely independent person." A sports meeting for mystics - the sports are biased toward mystics, and the rules are biased toward mystics.

Yes, the world is full of human sports games, and mystics who truly love sports will be treated unfairly even if they really join... I understand Miss Keran Point's feelings. "