Wander!blue star

In the United Government, scientists classify seemingly supernatural powers such as magic, fighting spirit, and true energy as psionic technology.

Zheng Fei read the magic book for three days.

This is a book about the basic theories of magic, which records methods of accumulating magic power and some basic magic spells.

"I've almost figured it out." Zheng Fei put down the magic book, "Next, I need to see my affinity for psychic energy."

Affinity for psychic energy is also known as cultivation aptitude.

The higher the affinity, the greater the attraction to psychic energy and the easier it is to master psychic techniques. Conversely, the smaller the attraction to psychic energy, the less likely one is to master any psychic techniques in their lifetime.

The level of affinity means different things in different worlds.

If it were a world like Warhammer 40K, the higher the psychic affinity, the more likely it would bring disaster to oneself and the people around him.

In a relatively peaceful world, the higher the psychic affinity, the more likely one is to become an outstanding person.

Zheng Fei took a deep breath and entered a meditative state according to the method described in the magic book.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
As time passed, Zheng Fei clearly noticed some active particles appearing around him.

Magic?
As his thoughts drew them closer, these active particles moved toward him, entered his body, and settled evenly in every part of his body.

Time passed quietly.

The sunlight on the treetops gradually disappeared and night fell.

Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock, knock!
"Alan!" A clear voice came from outside the door, "It's time for dinner!"

"I'll be there soon." Zheng Fei slowly opened his eyes. He stretched out his right hand, and the small particles in his body drilled out of his palm and formed a simple spell according to the structure in the magic book.

Whoosh!
A dim white light flashed in the air.

It’s done! Zheng Fei blinked.

According to the description in the magic book, it takes at least three days for ordinary humans to sense magic power, and it is normal for those with lower qualifications to take several months.

My psychic affinity is very high!

Is it because I experienced a time travel, or because my consciousness merged with MOSS, or both?
Zheng Fei stood up and opened the door.

A girl with purple hair was standing outside the door.

"Phelan."

Twenty years after the death of the brave Sinmer. Central Kingdoms. Outskirts of the Holy City of Stellar

On the green grass, the white-haired elf was carrying a suitcase, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"I always get lost in this forest."

she murmured.

Suddenly, a girl with purple hair passed by. She saw the elf, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you looking for something?"

The white-haired elf tilted his head and looked at her blankly.

Fearon emphasized: "What's wrong with you?"

The white-haired elf seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She replied, "I am here to visit a friend. His name is Haita. He should live nearby. Do you know where he is?"

Fearon was stunned for a moment: "Are you the guest that Lord Haita mentioned?"

She looked the white-haired elf over.

这 是
Lady Flillian?

She recognized the elf.

This elf was a magician in the brave team decades ago, and her statues can be found everywhere near the holy city.

"Ah, if he has no other guests." Flillian blinked. She looked Philen up and down, comparing him with the wine-drinking monk in her mind.

Emmm, not at all.

After a while, Fearon led Frillian to Haita's house.

Frielian and Heta were reminiscing about the past.

Feilan went to the second floor alone and pushed open Zheng Fei's door.

A figure writing furiously came into her sight.

She tiptoed behind Zheng Fei and looked at the table.

There were piles of manuscript paper, filled with formulas and derivations that she couldn't understand at all.

Philen:—,—She just watched quietly.

After a while, Zheng Fei stopped writing and rubbed his temple tiredly: "Fei Lun, when did you come?"

He was so focused just now that he didn't notice Philen approaching for a moment.

"I've been standing here for a long time." Fearon paused, "You are studying magic again, what are the results?"

Zheng Fei nodded and said nonchalantly: "The rules of magic are very simple. I have already mastered them."

He stretched out his right hand, and a magic spell that Fern had never seen before flashed rapidly.

A black pistol appeared in his hand.

"I'm giving it to you. Use it for self-defense." He handed the pistol to Philen. Considering the size of Philen's hand, the pistol looked very small.

"Self-defense?" Fearon took the pistol. "Is this a weapon?"

She tilted her head.

How should I use this thing? Throw it at people?

"Ah, this is a laser gun." Zheng Fei pointed at the trigger and said, "Point the gun at the enemy and hold the trigger to fire the laser."

"On sunny days, the power is still reasonable."

"But in foggy, rainy and snowy weather, the light is constantly scattered during propagation, and its power is greatly reduced."

Fearon: -, -

I totally don't understand!

However, I did understand how to use it.

Fearon grasped the pistol, pointed the muzzle at the woods outside the window, and gently pulled the trigger.

call--

A magic circle the size of a millstone appeared in front of the finger-thick muzzle.

Under Philen's shocked gaze, a beam of pure white light erupted from the magic circle and shot straight into the forest.

She instinctively released her grip on the trigger.

All the trees along the path of the light column had big holes melted in them, and they collapsed on the spot with a huge roar.

There is no end in sight.

The fire burned fiercely, dyeing the entire sky red in an instant.

Philen was stunned as he looked at the damage caused by the beam of light. He only felt that the thing in his hand was extremely hot.

"Ah, the laser generates a lot of heat and can easily cause a fire."

Zheng Fei scratched his head: "I forgot to tell you."

Philen's brain had crashed. She looked at Zheng Fei with a blank mind.

At this time, there was a commotion downstairs.

"Alan!" cried Hatta, "didn't I tell you not to experiment with magic near your house?"

"Accident!" Zheng Fei responded, "I'll handle it now!"

He walked to the window and clasped his hands together.

Dense magic spells flashed wildly, and then the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Wow! The rain poured down heavily.

The torrent of rain washed away the flames on the remains of the trees, and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly.

Soon, the forest fire was extinguished.

Fulilian and Haita came upstairs. Fulilian looked at Zheng Fei and asked in confusion, "The magic of rainstorm, Haita, you actually have such a legendary collection."

Haita shook his head, smiling: "I don't have such a thing. This kind of magic was researched by Alan himself."

Fulilian was stunned for a moment.

"Flillian, I want to ask you a favor."

Haita said solemnly: "Please take Alan and Philen with you on the journey." (End of this chapter)