The Journey of Creation from Illusion to Reality

Chapter 320 Sequence, Controller

Hmm~, the study is quite small.
Yuan Meng glanced around, looked at the study room which was about [-] square meters, and admired it.

Well, he was actually cursing secretly in his heart, are you sick? You don’t have two hundred books in total. Why did you build such a big study?

Flicking through the brand new books, they were all continental geography, magazines, and family history. Yuan Meng couldn't help but scratch his head. Where did this old guy put those extraordinary books?

If there is anything special, it is the family history written by the original owner's grandfather. It still has a sense of time, but it only records some family development history.

Hmm~, the original owner’s father’s generation is already the third generation. I don’t know what the original owner’s grandfather thought.
You are only two generations old, how do you have the dignity to add the word "history" after your family?

Putting the book that showed no signs of extraordinaryness on the desk in front of him, Yuan Meng felt a little worried when he looked at the empty study room.

In such a large study room, with so many rows of empty bookshelves, how could he find that extraordinary book.

Yuan Meng had just tried to use his own spirituality to feel the extraordinary atmosphere of the outside world, hoping to find that extraordinary book.

However, he got nothing.
This made him greatly disappointed. Are these so-called extraordinary books just books that record extraordinary knowledge?

Knocking lightly on the bookshelf in front of him, Yuan Meng continued to search for information in his mind, hoping to find some clues.

"Hey~!."

At a certain moment, Yuan Meng suddenly felt something in his heart.

Before the original owner's father died, he kept repeating the original owner's birthday, March [-]th!
"March [-]th, March [-]th"

Yuan Meng murmured in a low voice and frowned in thought, why did he specifically say March [-]th instead of March [-]th.
The original owner didn't think much about it, but when Yuan Meng thought about it, he found something slightly wrong. Normal people would basically say March [-]th. Who would say March [-]th? ?

After thinking of this, Yuan Meng looked at the layout of the study thoughtfully, walked forward slowly, and gently tapped the bookshelf he passed.

March [-], March [-]
[-], it should be [-]
Yuan Meng walked forward slowly and came to the third row of bookshelves, and then to the seventh shelf.

Yuan Meng stood still, tapping the wooden board of the bookshelf lightly, closing his eyes slightly at the same time, using his own spiritual power to carefully feel the differences here.

However, Yuan Meng felt it carefully for a long time, but he didn't feel any difference at all.

At a certain moment, Yuan Meng's finger that was tapping lightly suddenly paused, and then tapped again and again in one place.

Finally, Yuan Meng's face gradually showed joy
Haha, this is really hidden.
Looking at the wooden board, there is no difference from other places, whether it is thickness or color, there is no difference.

However, when Yuan Meng was tapping, he could clearly hear that there were holes in it.

Now that he has discovered something, Yuan Meng burned the essence in his body, making his strength greatly increased.

"Crack~! Crack~!"

With a crisp sound, the wooden board in front of Yuan Meng was crushed to pieces, revealing a metal piece.

After Yuan Meng took it out, he discovered that it was not a piece of metal, but a thin metal box with some strange patterns engraved on it, which made people feel dizzy and nauseated just by looking at it. a feeling of.

However, when Yuan Meng saw this, he smiled, and he finally found him.
"Sealing formation, restriction? No wonder I didn't feel the slightest trace of extraordinary power." Yuan Meng chuckled and murmured while stroking the strange patterns on the box.

Yuan Meng took the box, walked back to the desk near the window and sat down slowly. He looked over and over at the nearly one-piece metal box in front of him, secretly wondering how to open it.

This must not be broken open by force, right?
A ban like this probably requires a specific bloodline to unblock it, right?
And once it is broken by violence, the items stored in it will be directly destroyed.

Thinking about some descriptions in novels he had read in his previous life, Yuan Meng forced a drop of blood from his fingers and dripped it on the metal box.

At the beginning, there was nothing strange about the metal box, but just when Yuan Meng felt disappointed.

The drop of blood on the metal box slowly flowed onto the lines on the side.
In an instant, the lines began to glow slightly, and began to quickly absorb the blood. Along the trajectory of the lines, they quickly extended to both sides, and finally met at a certain place.

"Holy shit! This is happening? The blood actually has to touch those lines."

Seeing the changes in the metal box, Yuan Meng couldn't help but secretly complain.

"Buzz!."

With waves of buzzing, the entire metal box in front of Yuan Meng began to flow with light. Finally, the light suddenly rose, and then went out instantly.

After his eyes adapted to the sudden change in light and darkness, Yuan Meng lowered his head and looked at the metal box in front of him.

The metal box is still the same metal box, but there are no patterns on it. At the same time, there is a faint aura of power that is constantly seeping out of it.

"Oh, is this a common feature of human thinking? After all, novels are also thought up by humans.

Even it is derived from reality, but it has been artistically processed and made slightly higher than reality.
Then some things are naturally possible in reality."

Yuan Meng chuckled and picked up the metal box in front of him.

As expected, Yuan Meng opened it easily this time, and a thin book made of unknown animal skin was lying quietly inside.

Smiling, he took it out and opened it. Looking at the lines of text about this world, Yuan Meng couldn't help but secretly rejoice that the person he had met was born into a family of a small noble.

Otherwise, he would not even know the words of this world. Even if he obtained such a book about the extraordinary, he would not be able to completely decipher the key points.

After reading through the entire book, Yuan Meng finally understood what extraordinary path was recorded in it.

Sequencers, by configuring different potions and cooperating with different extraordinary props, can achieve different extraordinary paths.

Sequencers are divided into levels one to nine from high to low, with level one being the highest and level nine being the lowest. Level one and above are demigod-level existences, which are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The book Yuan Meng obtained contained one of the sequence pathways, the controller.

In theory, this is an extremely terrifying path that reaches its limit.

The controller controls everything in the world.

(End of this chapter)