Wang Xiaoming of Lucifer

"Tenth-level fireball? Isn't this something that only a magister can use?"

"So many questions, which one do you want me to answer?" Lucifer asked with a smile.

"Which answer is the easiest?" At this time, Wang Xiaoming was too lazy to choose by himself, anyway, he needed to know the answer to every question.

"When you enter the book world, your ability will be limited. I have told you before." Lucifer really chose the simplest one to talk about first.

"But the magister didn't exceed the limit of that world. In the end, the magister became a god of magic." When it came to magic, Wang Xiaoming's way of thinking immediately switched to the Colin mode, and even changed his title.

"Because he doesn't restrict your abilities across the board." Lucifer said again, "He compresses them proportionally."

"That is to say, if the magic ability in the real world is also divided according to the world in the book, I'm still just an intermediate magician?" Wang Xiaoming nodded, he understood the question.

"As for why you know fireball, it's because you learned it in the world of books, and just now you believed that you can use fireball, so you used it." Lucifer answered another question.

"According to what you said, why did I not have supernatural powers when I came back from the apocalyptic world?" Wang Xiaoming felt that Lucifer's statement was a bit wrong.

"Because you don't believe it." Lucifer said again, "And you haven't tried it, have you?"

Hearing what Lucifer said, Wang Xiaoming scratched his hair in embarrassment. He really didn't believe that the ability could be brought back to use, so he didn't even think about experimenting with this question: "But when I used the fireball technique just now, I didn't think I could use it myself." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so surprised before.

"This can only be experienced by yourself." Although in Lucifer's view, Wang Xiaoming used Colin's memory just now, and as an intermediate magician, Colin can already cast such spells smoothly. He will feel strange if he can't use it.

"Is it really okay to be so idealistic in this world?" After Wang Xiaoming complained, he put away the fireball in his hand, "By the way, what kind of privilege is the privilege you mentioned earlier?"

"It is the privilege to allow you to use magic in this world without magic. The work of the will of the plane is actually to make the whole world run according to the will of the world, that is, the will of heaven. For example, she needs to organize people to deal with the endless charms that emerge everywhere." Lucifer sat next to Wang Xiaoming, held his hand and explained to him, "For people like you, who use abilities that shouldn't exist in this real world, you need to report in advance, otherwise you will have to Either it’s because you can’t use the fireball technique, or it’s because Feng Menghan came to you right away.”

"Then they are really busy." Wang Xiaoming couldn't help sighing when he thought of the busy scene he saw when he went to the base for the only time, "It's a pity that there is no magic in this world, and they can't cultivate truth, otherwise those charms will be even worse." There are more people who can help with it.”

"Well, let's not talk about this." Lucifer didn't want to express any more opinions on the work of the will of the plane, "Just now you used the fireball technique, which reminded me of something."

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiaoming asked curiously.

"Actually, I have learned a similar spell in other worlds, which can be used to organize memory." Lucifer looked at Wang Xiaoming and said, "If you can't learn this one now, maybe we can try another one." Of course, it was Lucifer who lied to Wang Xiaoming.

"Is that so? Tell me first and listen." Wang Xiaoming immediately became interested when he heard that there were similar spells.

Then Lucifer taught Wang Xiaoming a mantra: "Others are similar to what I taught you before, but because it is a spell in the book world, its consumption is greater than directly using the power of the soul, so I never thought about it at the beginning. Teach you." Of course, this is also Lucifer's trick to fool Wang Xiaoming - he said so much, just to make Wang Xiaoming, who thinks that spells must have formulas, believe that there is such a thing.

"I'll try!" After listening to it, Wang Xiaoming checked the formula with Lucifer again and again, then closed his eyes and tried again, and it really succeeded.

This so-called memory sorting spell is not like what Wang Xiaoming thought before, all the memories will be sorted and organized once he reads the formula, but he needs to sort it out by himself.

The so-called manual tidying is like tidying up the room.Generally, the closer to the present the human memory is, the more vivid it is, and the easier it is to be recalled.And people like Wang Xiaoming have two parallel memories close to the present because they divide themselves into two. These two memories are like a large pile of clothes that have nowhere to be piled up and can only be placed on the bed.When you are going to sleep, you need to pick out the pajamas from the inside and put the rest of the clothes on the chair before you can sleep.And when you get up, you need to change into house clothes again, and then move the clothes back to the bed.

Now the function of this spell is to give you a closet, let you put those memories like organizing clothes, put the clothes that you don’t need temporarily on the top of the closet, and hang the clothes you often wear in the closet. A piece of clothing that fits right on the body.

Because sorting out memories takes time, when Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.

"How long have I sorted out my memories?" Wang Xiaoming, who felt a little sore and backache after regaining consciousness, lay down on the bed directly, and asked Lucifer who was leaning on the head of the bed and didn't know what to think.

"A little more than thirty hours." Lucifer glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside table and said.

"What?!" Wang Xiaomi jumped up from the bed, "Doesn't that mean I'm going to defend today?" Considering that the world in the book could never go back, Wang Xiaoming decisively put most of the books in the book. All the memories of the middle world are thrown into the 'closet', leaving all the memories of the real world 'on the body'.So as soon as Lucifer opened his mouth, Wang Xiaoming immediately thought of his most urgent matter—the graduation defense.

"You're not afraid that I'll miss it!" Wang Xiaoming flicked through the closet anxiously while glaring at Lucifer.

"I originally thought that if you don't wake up in another two hours, you will activate the self-protection barrier." Lucifer stood up slowly, walked to Wang Xiaoming, and put his arms around his waist.