In order to ascend, I had no choice but to play games.

Chapter 257 Could it be that he is a genius (second update)

The initiation room is one of the most important rooms in the prison.

Capturing nobles is one of the players' plans. Some nobles whose crimes are not so serious will be captured here and then reformed.

After all, there are not many intellectuals among NPCs, and most of them are nobles.These nobles are good officials, but they must be transformed to let them know what they are.

When they come here, they will experience arrogance, helplessness, torture and finally nirvana. The enlightenment room is the place for them to achieve nirvana.

[Enlightenment] is a third-level skill. Obtaining this skill requires a lot of education points, so not many people know this skill.

Standing outside the enlightenment room, Kevin took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Then he saw one of the leaders of the prison, a heretic, being hung up and beaten by his female companion.

Even in the more fancy aristocratic circle, this scene is still a bit explosive.

Especially since the other party openly played this shy game, and even bystanders who accidentally wandered in were part of their game, which made Kevin sigh that the apostles can also play.

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No, you came just in time." The evil outsider on the ceiling said, "Um, Mu Kui 1234, you see there are outsiders here, can you let me down?"

"Please tell me clearly first! Are you the one spreading the rumor that 'my Mu Kui is a foodie' in the prison?"

"No."

"You mean, I misunderstood you?"

"No, I mean, this is not a rumor, but a fact. And I didn't say it, I just assigned this sentence as a class assignment. This sentence is actually very useful, if it is written in the words here It just includes all the letters and is great for practicing writing.”

"Your uncle's!"

Even after letting go of the evil heretics, Mu Kui 1234 was still flushed with anger, and took a piece of merit to chew on it.

No longer paying attention to his Mu Kui, the heretic looked at Kevin and said, "Comrade Kevin..."

"Why do you all like to call others gay?" Kevin said dissatisfied, "I am a noble."

"I can't say what others mean. Anyway, I mean like-minded people."

"I am only temporarily attached to you. I am not like-minded with you."

The heretic looked at Kevin and said with a smile: "It's up to you. There are people who were more fierce than you when they came here, but they all turned bad afterwards. Watching each evil person involuntarily indulge in the pleasure brought by doing good, he was A little bit of light corrodes and pollutes, this taste is really addictive."

Kevin shuddered and his eyes began to drift towards the door, thinking about whether to slip away.

However, the heretic had already taken the lead, locked the door to the room, lowered the blinds, and asked Mu Kui to leave.

The kerosene lamp was dimmed, the incense was lit, and Kevin lay on the bed in the corner.

The bed was thick and comfortable, the smell of incense was relaxing, and the dim light made Kevin slowly fall into a half-asleep state.

With the last of his wits, he asked: "Why do you do this?"

"The ritual of the God of Education starts with the third-level blessing. Many blessings require rituals to be performed. I understand that this is a kind of hypnosis. Okay, don't ask more, otherwise I will be in trouble if I accidentally make a mistake."

"How troublesome?"

"Probably changing your XP so that you can only be passionate about carriages for the rest of your life."

"do not!"

"Okay, calm down."

"How can you keep me calm?"

Seeing that Kevin was getting more and more aggressive, the evil outsider sighed: "There's nothing we can do about it."

A fist hit Kevin on the head. The lively Kevin was knocked unconscious by the heretic's fist, and the effect of enlightenment also took effect.

Almost as soon as he fell into coma, Kevin fell into a dream.

This is a very strange feeling. He knows that he is dreaming, but he just can't wake up.

In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, to the days when he was brought back to the villa from the manor.

He had no memory of before he was five years old, so he thought his father had found the priest of the Goddess of Mercy and helped seal the experience of that period.

But as the dream progresses, the memories of the past are recalled one by one.

His father's face became real, and his biological mother's appearance was also recalled. The other person's appearance was quiet, but full of maternal aura.

The father in his memory was also far gentler than he is now, perhaps because he saw himself not as a replacement for "Kevin", but as another son.

The three of them temporarily live in a villa far away from Efat. When winter comes, they will spend the winter by the fireplace and share baked apples together.

At that time, his father allowed him to climb on his knees, touch his furry head and tell stories. Every time he heard those interesting stories, Kevin would secretly swear that he would write such interesting fairy tales in the future.

The dream was interrupted at this moment, and the memory ended here. When he woke up, he found that he was still lying on the soft bed, but his heart stayed by the small fireplace, and he could not get out for a long time.

Touching his cheek, Kevin found that his face was filled with tears.

Taking the handkerchief handed over by the heretic, he wiped away his tears, and then heard the outsider ask: "What did you see, Comrade Kevin?"

Kevin was stunned by his gaffe, and after a while he said: "Childhood."

"Eighty percent of people have seen it. It seems that people's ambitions are determined in childhood, and then they just imitate. Have you discovered your ideal?"

"Yeah." Kevin nodded vigorously and said, "I want to be a fairy tale writer."

"This is a novel idea, but you have a good talent for writing, so you should be able to do it. By the way, have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"That's good, look here, in the next day, you will become a person who can't live without books."

"What are you going to do to me again! No, I suddenly want to read a book. If I don't read, I will die!"

Using [Incentive], the heretic took the scratching Kevin to the prison library, and then left with peace of mind.

The books in the library are the books they brought in during this period, including the books of the nobles brought in by Tang Mo and others.

As soon as he entered here, Kevin was intoxicated and smelled the fragrance of ink around him.

He couldn't wait to rush to the bookshelf next to him. The books that used to make him sleepy became addictive. Every book was like a delicacy, which made people unable to extricate themselves.

The words in the book are like musical notes, which makes Kevin indulge in it and be intoxicated in the book for a long time.

When the heretic opened the library one day later, he found that Kevin's eyes were still shining, intoxicated in the ocean of knowledge.

The effect of [Encouragement] is quite powerful. It will not only make people intoxicated in the process of receiving knowledge, but also make people energetic, have superior memory, and greatly increase their understanding ability.

Looking at Kevin now, the heretic sighed that it would be great if reality had such skills.It's best to control your time and give your children an [incentive], so there's no way they can go to college.

But then I thought about it, everyone was [motivated], which is equivalent to everyone not being motivated.At that time, apart from killing a bunch of teachers and training, it will have no use, but it will become even more complicated.

After thinking about it, the level of productivity is still not enough. If everyone can move towards the stars and the sea, who would be willing to roll around on a small broken ball.

Just when the heretic was thinking wildly, the [motivation] effect slowly faded, and Kevin fell down on the book and fell asleep.

This kind of thing is very common, so the heretics are not surprised, but shout loudly: "Thugs!"

I saw a flash of evil wind, and a thug wearing a tight nun's robe pushed open the door and said with a ferocious smile: "Jie Jie Jie, here I come!"

"It's time for you to take action!"

"Don't worry, living punch!"

The thug's personal blessing, the Living Punch, can dispel most of the unfavorable buffs, and even has the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and increasing pain. One punch can make a person fierce.

It's just that the side effects are a bit too severe and painful.

Kevin, who was punched in the front, screamed, got up screaming, and then gasped: "I saw my dad."

"How embarrassing, adopted son." The evil outsider said coquettishly, "By the way, you don't want to play with Fang Tian's painted halberd, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, no need to go into details. How are you, how are you studying?"

"I feel like I can do it."

"That's good. Prepare to write something. I'll take you to the specialized text publicity department."

After being taken to another room by a heretic, Kevin discovered that there was actually an old acquaintance of his, Tang Mo, here.

For a moment, he felt that he had figured something out, and shouted angrily: "Tang Mo, are you approaching me just to frame me?"

"No, it's purely accidental." Tang Mo said helplessly, "Who would have thought that the plot of this game is so interconnected that you would be implicated in it?"

"What a plot! Why do you apostles like being the Riddler so much?"

"do not mind the details."

"I've fallen to this point, and you told me not to care about the details. What's going on!"

Sighing, Tang Mo felt that he needed to say something to Kevin, otherwise the other person would definitely go crazy.

Asking Kevin to be quiet, Tang Mo said: "I promise I will speak in a way you can understand. It was indeed an accident to approach you. I received a task at that time..."

"Something strange appears again!"

Sighing, Tang Mo felt that he had to express it in a language that the other party could understand.

"We received an oracle to warn you nobles so that you do not fall deeper into the wrong path. However, you did not understand our painstaking efforts and instead regarded our reminder as a joke. Not only that, you The nobles also started to purge us apostles, so we had no choice but to hide here and fight back."

Kevin stayed for a while, thinking about the current information, then grabbed Tang Mo's collar and asked: "What's going on with the cleaning?"

"Literally. The nobles should have been dissatisfied with the church class for a long time. After all, everyone is an exploiting class. Why are you nobler than me. The purge against the apostles is just the beginning, and big moves are expected in the future."

Kevin let go of his hand, not expecting that the situation had already deteriorated to this extent in just a few days.

"Didn't the God of Education say anything?"

"He said, he said that if someone is seeking death, he has no choice but to let the nobles seek their own happiness."

Kevin felt very incredible.

Although he knew that the aristocrats generally had low IQs, and those like him were considered the best, he never expected that the aristocrats would be so stupid.

In an era when the true God exists and his existence has been verified, you actually attack the apostles of the true God. What do you think?

But on second thought, Kevin felt good again.

Anyway, the aristocratic system has offended him badly, and he will never forget the fact that the other party wanted to use his head to cause trouble. This kind of thing doesn't matter anymore.

Therefore, he no longer cared about the nobles' problems, but asked: "How is Derai?"

"He was fine when I left. Your wife, children, etc. were all taken to the quarry. They will be hiding there for a while."

Nodding, Kevin felt that this arrangement was good.

The noble who was very good at rectifying strikes is gone. There is no need to worry about the safety of the quarry. There should be no problem for a while.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Kevin decided to get down to business.

Guan Tang Mo asked for a table, and he enthusiastically spread out the grid paper in front of him, preparing to write his first story.

But after thinking hard for a long time, he found that he couldn't write a word.

I have read a lot of stories, but when I really wanted to write, I found that there were thousands of scenery and tenderness in my mind, but when I wrote it down, it became "It was a red afternoon."

Damn it, how did this adjective pop out of my mind!
The colleagues around him are also article writers. Each article has no details, the manuscripts flow out like water, and the daily quota is exceeded.

What's going on with your brains!
Finding that Kevin couldn't write even half a word, Tang Mo said with relief: "It's okay. Writing is indeed a bit troublesome at the beginning. But it doesn't matter. Let yourself hold in some words first. As long as you have a beginning, the rest will be very simple."

Although Tang Mo said this, Kevin still felt that writing was too difficult.

He held it in from day to afternoon, and from afternoon to night. When others went home, he had not gone home yet. He just sat there and stared at the manuscript paper in front of him.

The next day, when Tang Mo went online, he found Kevin lying on the floor on the side, asleep.

Shaking his head helplessly, he found that five hundred more words had appeared on Kevin's manuscript paper, and he could tell that it was the result of the other party's overnight work.

Smiling bitterly again, he picked up the manuscript paper and read it.

As the reading progressed, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and a storm seemed to rise in his heart.

He read the short five hundred words five or six times. Finally, he stuffed the manuscript paper directly into his arms and ran to Liu Zi's room.

Handing the manuscript paper to Liu Zi, he said to Liu Zi: "You have to take a look at this thing."

Taking the manuscript in confusion, Liuzi looked at it for a while, with an expression of surprise on his face.

"Is this your new work, Tang Mo?"

"I write history. I can write Heishencan. Forget this kind of thing. Kevin wrote it."

"Kevin? Could it be that he is a genius?"

(End of this chapter)