Fairy Tail: I can receive the gods

Chapter 2 The Tower of Paradise Abundant with Talents

On a deserted island that should be inaccessible, there is such a broken stone tower. Every day, a group of ragged people work hard for the construction of this broken tower.

The sun finally set, and this group of ragged laborers finally survived another day.

At this time, in a room in the tower.

"Uncle Joyce, here is the manuscript for this week."

A boy about ten years old reached out and handed a notebook to the fat and greasy middle-aged man in front of him.

"Heh, boy, you've finally been on time once." The middle-aged man eagerly opened the book, scanning the words in it with a glance.

Of course, what is written in the notebook is not a confidential document or some profound magic cheats, but a handwritten novel.

If an authentic earthling sees it, he will definitely recognize it. This is roughly written as a million pounds, one of the most famous cool essays in the world.

As a casual traveler, or a former Internet writer, it is not a big problem to write a few cool articles by silently.

"That...uncle...this week's rations..." The boy rubbed his callused and wounded palms, and the shackles were still locked on his wrists. At this moment, he smiled obsequiously, and gestured to the man.

"Here, over there." The man pointed to the table next to him, on which was a paper bag.

The boy took the paper bag, saw the bread in it, flipped it with his fingers, and under the bread and some donuts, the boy took out a small bottle from it.

It was more of a tiny test tube with a cork than a bottle.

Of course, this thing is a rare commodity in this place called the Tower of Paradise.

At least, that's the case for low-level workers like him.

This is a bottle of healing potion, refined by a magister who is proficient in healing magic, it is a potion that has the effect of relieving pain and preventing infection. Of course, this kind of thing is at best a bottle of iodine that is continuously strengthened.

This is just a drop in the bucket for seriously injured people, but it is better than nothing.

Carefully put the test tube into his pocket, then the boy picked up a donut and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbled: "Thanks, uncle."

However, the middle-aged man named Joyce buried himself in his studies, and finally he let out a light sigh, with a rather displeased expression on his face.

"Hey, you'd better write more next week, really! You're a piece of shit, and you're still writing so poorly... If it weren't for the fact that you can't even find a decent woman in this damn place, I wouldn't be able to see what your kid wrote. Book?" The man said cursingly, but his eyes never left the notebook.

Hearing this, the boy just smiled awkwardly: "There is no way, the time given to me is too short, mainly because I have to dig mines and move bricks during the day, or uncle, you are a good person and do it to the end, saving me from my daytime work. How about writing books for your amusement?"

Hearing the boy's slight complaints, the fat man raised his head and scolded impatiently: "Your skin is itchy, don't you? I'm just in charge of the cooking. I can't help with this kind of thing."

For this, the boy could only make amends. After all, people like him belonged to the slave class in the Tower of Paradise, so they could talk to the dark teachers who supervised them by relying on some bragging and jokes before crossing. sentence.

After a long time, the group of teachers found that this kid was not very agile at work, but he told stories one after another.They really have nothing to do except eat and drink all day long and oppress their low-level slaves.

And this frail child can not only speak well, but also make up stories and tell books with his mouth. It is hard to imagine that this is a normal 11-year-old child.

Such as the story of King Arthur in women's clothing fighting Alexander the Great, and the story of the bone demon king fighting the sky and the sky, all these rural people have never heard of them.

Moreover, he is quite honest on weekdays, and he doesn't want to run away like other children. Coupled with the boring life, there are only photobooks and magic movies in this world that can be used to relieve boredom.

But the routines are incomparable with what this kid said. After all, this world is respected by magic, and the earth in the 21st century is entertainment first. Are the cultural products of the two worlds comparable?

They thought it was right, so they allowed the child to exchange the storybook he wrote for some leftovers and unused healing potions every week.

This may not seem like a very good treatment, but for other children who suffer from suffering, black bread every day, and two meals of hunger for three meals, it is already a small start.

"Okay then, goodbye, Uncle Joyce, I'll be here early next week." The boy stuffed a donut into his mouth again, and the words in his mouth were very vague.

Walking out the door, the boy immediately felt waves of coldness coming from different directions.

This not-so-long dark corridor is one of the few areas where he can move freely. Of course, this is only limited to [-]:[-] p.m. every Wednesday, which can be regarded as a special pardon for his "submission"...

The sky above the corridor is covered with monitoring magic devices, and light red light spots are sprinkled on the road. If he has any out-of-the-ordinary behavior, it will trigger an alarm, and at the end of the corridor is the room where the children are held.

……

"Hi~"

A brown-haired boy with an afro grinned and screamed in pain from time to time. He saw a wound about ten centimeters long on his arm.

"Really, but just taking an extra piece of bread and beating so hard, you really are a bunch of animals!"

Gritting his teeth, the boy cursed, with an expression of wishing he could rush out of the iron fence in front of him, find the perpetrator and crush him to ashes.

At this time, the little purple snake coiled around the boy's wrist also seemed to understand his words, and spit out the snake letter indignantly.

"Eric, keep your voice down, the last time you yelled like that, you were dragged out and beaten again..." A softer voice reminded.

The owner of the voice is a petite girl with short white hair.

"At this time, they all went to the cafeteria to have a full meal, so how can they have time to listen to the calls of our slaves?"

Eric was quite disdainful, rolled his eyes, and his face was a little displeased: "Hey, Kong Nai, you are almost like that guy Carl, you are so timid, and your legs will be so scared when you don't want to run away. .”

At this time, the iron bars made harsh noises, and the black-haired boy was escorted into the room by a burly man.

"Uh... Carl, you're back."

Seeing the black-haired boy, Eric faltered as if seeing a nemesis, and smiled apologetically.

Carl gave him a blank look. He took out the previous paper bag from his clothes, sat silently on a pile of straw on the ground, and waited for the big man who escorted him to leave, then he cursed in a low voice: "You are so brave, how could you do such a thing?" Can you say it so openly?"

Carl was referring to the word "run away" from Eric's mouth.

If the group of supervisors heard this, a severe beating would be considered light, and they might even enter the punishment room, where many people in the tower were tortured, maimed or even died inside.

Seeing the black line on Karna's forehead, Eric quickly gave in: "Oh, isn't this unheard?"

With that said, Eric gave Sora a begging look in that direction.

However, the silver-haired girl just returned him a schadenfreude smile.

"Tsk, this guy..." The corner of Kebra's mouth twitched, and he wanted to stand up, but the wound on his hand was immediately involved, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

"It deserves it." As he said, Carl grabbed Eric's hand, took out the potion in his pocket, took a little liquid with a cotton swab, and wiped it around Eric's wound from the inside out.

"Hiss, Brother Karl, lighten up, lighten up!"

Obviously, the potion is a bit irritating, which is much more irritating than sprinkling salt on the wound. Eric is only an 11-year-old kid. The moment the wound touched the potion, he immediately roared like a pig, and the pain almost came out. .

"Oh, oh, the brave Eric is crying!" Seeing Eric's embarrassing appearance, Sora moved closer to the two of them, as if he wanted to laugh at her companion at close range.

After treating Eric's wound, Karl glanced at Sora who was beside him with a happy face, and said angrily: "Okay, it's you now."

"what?"

Sora was stunned, recalling the lethality of the potion in the small bottle, he quickly moved away from Carl, shaking his little head like a rattle: "I... I don't need it...Really, my wound doesn't hurt! "

Apparently, she also suffered from this potion.

Karl frowned, thinking that the two of them were blessed and did not know their blessings. Most of the coolies in the Tower of Paradise were injured by themselves. It is very rare to use some simple herbal medicines, let alone potions.

He simply didn't want to be hypocritical with her, Karl held her down, and the wound on her calf was already festering. It was injured by the magic light of the supervisor's staff a few days ago. If this kind of injury worsens, it will be gangrene. In the past, the worst outcome was amputation.

Of course, don’t expect this group of people to perform troublesome operations such as amputation. For their captured slaves, the only value is to build a tower of paradise. Anyway, they can’t work anymore. It's still the kind that kills but doesn't bury.

"pain!"

The moment the cotton swab touched the wound, the girl screamed.

Braque is obviously the kind of superficial friend, and immediately fanned the flames: "Oh, I thought you were so strong, so you little brat can't stand it?"

"Hey, I heard that girls will have children when they grow up. It is said that childbirth is very painful, but looking at you like this, you may be willing to be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

As he spoke, he laughed more and more arrogantly.

"Hmph, you are the one who wants to beat the bachelor, you snake man!"

The girl puffed up a small face, and stretched out a slender finger angrily.

Obviously, this is the legendary international friendly gesture.

"I'll go, where did you learn this indecent gesture?"

"Of course Karl taught it."

After applying the medicine, put away the remaining medicine, and seeing Kong Nai's middle finger, Carlton couldn't laugh or cry: "Hey, hey, you are really hard to learn."

"Why don't you also learn how to behave from me."

"If you can't learn it, you can't learn it. Dealing with those evil spirits is harder than going to heaven." Kong Nai waved his hand. They don't know much about this old-fashioned boy, and why Carl can tell the group of supervisors They couldn't figure it out at all.

As a poor child in this narrow cell, Carl seems to have a maturity that does not belong to this age.

But the only thing that is certain is that Karl is a trustworthy person who deserves to be called a partner.

"Wow, butter bread, good stuff!" Eric found a piece of bread from the paper bag, smiled at Carl, and said vaguely, "Carl, can I eat it?"

"Don't say such things after you've eaten it, but it's reserved for you anyway..." Karl said a little speechlessly to this familiar companion.

By the way, he took out another bread wrapped in chocolate sauce from the bag and threw it to Kong Nai who was aside.

"Go to bed quickly after eating, don't disturb my typing, good night."

As he said that, Carl yawned, took out a blank notebook and a pen from under the straw pile, thought for a while, and began to write vigorously under the dim light.

During the day, his job is to dig magic crystals in the mine, and at night he writes on the straw pile.

This is the only way he can exchange supplies with that supervisor.

This may be the only lucky thing he encountered in this world.

Tired?

must be tired.

Trapped here can only be tired if you die.

Once upon a time, he was just a fresh graduate in the workplace, eating hot pot and singing songs before a fire. Who would have thought that he would come to this strange world as a coolie and suffer a living crime as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them.

Moreover, he doesn't know anything about this world. If he can predict in advance that he will travel to this world, then he will definitely put down the study materials in his hand and watch the hot-blooded Fairy Tail in advance.

When he first came to this world, Karna really felt that life was hard and he was a summer job. He was also a pampered person, not to mention how good the food was, at least three meals a day had meat.

In this tower of paradise, not to mention meat, even a full meal is a problem.

The extremely hard black bread, which surpasses the baguette, is really like dross in the throat when you eat it. If you don't chew it more than a dozen times, you will have a burning pain in your throat when you swallow it.

It is one thing to eat poorly, but the work is still heavy physical work, whether it is mining or moving bricks.

Moreover, if you are lazy, you will be beaten to pieces by various magic tools. This is simply a reproduction of the classic enslavement style in Europe and America in the fifteenth century.

As for resistance?

There is magic in this world, and there are supervisors in the tower who can use various magic tools.

In addition to the Tower of Paradise, there is also a magic puppet unconsciously created by some kind of dark magic. This product is called a magic soldier by them.

I don't know if it is strong or not, but it is as easy to kill them as killing a dog.

Not to mention, there are magicians above the magic soldiers, which they can't touch at all.

In this world, even the cutest combat mages, their combat magic is enough to deal with ordinary armed troops with less than a hundred people.

And run away?

This might be the way out.

But where to escape? The Tower of Paradise is located on an isolated island, surrounded by the sea. Only by taking advantage of the rebellion in the tower and sneaking into the ship transporting supplies when others attract the firepower of magic soldiers and regulators, It is one of the most reliable methods.

Of course, the best choice is to wait, waiting for the government-like Senate to dispatch a force of mages to capture the island and liberate their laborers.

But how long it will take is unknown.

After all, it has been two years, and if there is rescue, it should have come long ago.

And the number of slaves in the Tower of Paradise increased from time to time, obviously captured from other places in the Fiore Kingdom.

It is conceivable how incompetent the members of the Council are. They have continuously lost so many people under their own territory, and the top management has done nothing to act like an ostrich.

As the night deepened, the lights outside the iron fence separating the corridor and the room were still dim. Eric silently gnawed at the bread, tearing off some to feed the little snake coiled on his wrist from time to time.

The silver-haired girl stared at the piece of bread in her hand and counted how big it was. Although she was a little reluctant, she tore off half of it and wrapped it in wrapping paper, and quietly placed it next to the pile of straw that Karl had placed.

Seeing this scene, Eric was a little embarrassed, tore off the bitten bit and fed it to the little snake, and at the same time imitated Sora, sealed the remaining bread and put it beside Carl silently.

I don't know how long it took, through the high window, I could barely see the stars fading outside.

It seemed that it was close to midnight, Carl moved his body, his eyes touched the half piece of bread beside him, and he smacked his lips.

"Well, they are really two brats, how many times have I told you, first fill your own stomach and then worry about other things..."

At this time, the two children had fallen asleep, with bread crumbs still remaining at the corners of their mouths, and there were smiles on the two immature faces, obviously dreaming some sweet dreams.

"Ugh."

Carl sighed, he couldn't be so carefree as the two of them.

He slowly closed his eyes, quietly sensing the almost non-existent energy in his body.

Magic, this word he is very familiar with, but when he really wants to touch it, everything seems so strange.

The detention areas of the Tower of Paradise are divided into four areas, ABCD, and among the slaves held in Area A of the Tower of Paradise, there happens to be an old man who knows magic.

Everyone calls him Grandpa Rob. It is said that he was a powerful mage in his early years, but for some reason his magic source was damaged so that he could no longer use magic.

Although Karl's detention area is in d, he still often deals with this old man in his spare time.

Carl also asked Rob about the awakening of magic and other knowledge. Although the old man was very kind and told him everything he knew, what he got was only a general explanation.

Magic is a power beyond common sense, but it is all born from common sense.

The power of magic is not a miracle. It is the airflow in our body that matches the wavelength of the air in nature. Then we use our spiritual power, concentration and spiritual power to feel and guide, thus giving birth to magic power. This is the power of spirit and soul. And magic is a miracle produced by running magic power according to a special trajectory.

Magic is also divided into innate comprehension and acquired learning. There has never been a lack of talent in human history, and their magical power when awakened is beyond the reach of ordinary people in their lifetime.

Not only that, they seem to be born with the ability to manipulate magic power and release magic. When they awaken the magic power, they will comprehend a kind of magic, but at the same time, it will be more difficult for people who are born with magic to awaken, and their awakening often needs an opportunity...

Although the words mentioned the cultivation of magic, the overview was too abstract. Carl tried countless times, but the condensed magic power was really weak.

Although not everyone in this world can become a mage, most people still possess magic power.

However, the magic power that can be aroused in most people is so small that they can't cast magic at all, and these people account for more than [-]% of this kingdom called Fiore, and they are roughly classified as ordinary people.

Ordinary people who want to use magic also need to buy magic crystals that store magic power and magic guides for matching use.

As for the magic power of ordinary people, there are quite a few people with decent magic power. Although they can't become magicians, their magic power is enough to support offensive magic wands and magic guns for combat.

However, Karl seems to belong to the category of ordinary people. No matter how much he concentrates on concentrating his magic power, there is still no change in his body, and the magic power remains unchanged, almost imperceptible.

The thing that left him speechless the most was that after Carl taught Eric and Kongno the knowledge about magic, the two of them managed to condense their magic power half a year later.

Although it is not very powerful, it is only enough to bend a spoon when it is fully activated.

But even this is enough to make Karl envious for a long time, because this level of magic power is already comparable to some armed believers in the tower, and they can use offensive magic tools.

Of course, he will not give up on himself, and still insist on the so-called practice of mobilizing spiritual power to find resonance with external magic elements every day.

As for the effect, different people have different opinions...

But, God obviously didn't cut off Karl's hope. As a time traveler, the system is still provided, but he woke up very late.

To be precise, there was a sudden ding sound in my mind last night, and an interface suddenly appeared in front of Karl's eyes, which immediately made my mind and body exhausted, and he wondered if he was hallucinating.

After confirming that I was not dreaming, I really felt like my whole body was about to float up.

I have read a lot of online articles in the past, and the system, which is like the will of the world, does not explain the plug-ins. This is what every book lover dreams of.

With the system and nothing else, at least he should be able to leave this ghost place.

Although he is not very ambitious, he is not a saint who repays grievances with kindness. If one day he develops, he will definitely destroy this bastard place.

It's a pity that this thing is not like the one described in the online articles before. Its system is very simple and has only three functions: novice sign-in, combat power detection and task bar.

When the system interface was opened, it was unacceptable for Karl to look at the picture in front of him.

The so-called sign-in is similar to the seven-day sign-in in online games, that is, you must sign in for seven days to get rewards.

As for the rewards for signing in, the system only shows random "Receive the Soul of Magic Destroyer" and "Level 40 Initial Combat Power Level".

This looks pretty cool, but Karl doesn't know what receiving magic is.

As for the level of combat power, it seems to be the level division established by the system for mages, which can be roughly understood as a comprehensive evaluation of the combat power of mages.

So to put it bluntly, the system is going to "teach the skills" to him.

That is to say, after another six days at most, he won't have to stay in this ghost place anymore.

He also used the system to scan those members of the religious order yesterday, and most of their combat power levels are around tenth. If it is really as described by the system, then it will not be a problem to break out of this isolated island.

From then on, there is no need to grovel to curry favor with those members of the Dark Order, and you can live a normal life!
He has lived a total of more than 20 years in his past and present lives, and he has never had such a yearning for freedom as he does today.

"Ding!"

With a crisp mechanical sound in his mind, the second check-in was completed. Carl rubbed his sore eyes, then lightly closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

Although his heart was restless due to the sudden hope, he must also take care of the matter in front of him, and he must still be cautious as usual for these six days...

(End of this chapter)