High School of Wicked Magic

After the era of Merlin, human beings and demons signed a contract, and the sacrifices were no longer blood, corpses, or souls, but something insignificant in the eyes of human beings. |Super speed update text chapter|

Such as... Persistence, love, justice, greed, anger...

In the eyes of humans, these things are simply ethereal and illusory things, but in the eyes of demons, they are tradable items.

Those whose anger has been taken away will never have anger again in this life.

Those who have their justice taken away are doomed not to know what justice is in this life, and they can easily go astray.

This is the magic of magic.

Therefore, ordinary people form contracts with demons, and most of the sacrifices offered are greed, anger, arrogance, gluttony...

Yes, these are the seven deadly sins of human beings.From the perspective of human beings, the seven deadly sins are the passports that lead people to fall, even if they are taken away, they will not feel distressed.

Precisely because the sacrificed thing was only a certain item on the human body, the reward obtained also changed from that monstrous power to a magic seed.

The magician lost the huge power at his fingertips, and gained this power through long penance.

There are gains and losses, the world is fair.

Knowing that what Zhuang Mingge sacrificed might be his own memory, You Xia expressed difficulty in understanding, "Why, why did you sacrifice your own memory, this is your memory!"

Naturally, Zhuang Mingge didn't sacrifice his own memory, the problem is otherwise, how would he explain the source of the magic seed on his body.

"Memory is just memory after all. Without memory, I am still me, but without greed, anger, and arrogance...I am not me, but a crippled person. It is precisely because of arrogance and humility, anger and calmness that I am I am a complete person, I can still create new memories after losing my memory, yesterday and today, I have new memories, I am still a complete person, complete me!"

Zhuang Mingge snickered, these few words were completely pretending to be thirteen, standing up and talking without pain in the back, he has not lost his memory, so naturally he can speak so beautifully.

"But...but..."

You Xia was shaken violently. He felt that what Zhuang Mingge said was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He couldn't help feeling confused for a while, and rarely frowned.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. This is just my own choice. It doesn't count. Among many magicians, I am the only one who chooses to sacrifice memory. Maybe I am different."

Zhuang Mingge waved his hand, smiled freely and said.

You Xia nodded and finally accepted his explanation, but there were still some small entanglements in his heart.

If the seven deadly sins are sacrificed, will human beings be disabled?

……

As soon as today's tutoring ended, You Xia left in a hurry. Zhuang Mingge stretched his waist. For him, the tutoring these days was like opening a magical door. Behind the door was a colorful magical world. To his amazement.

He had never seen such a gorgeous world before, which made Zhuang Mingge devour everything here.

But then again, she is such a stupid woman, to be entangled in that way because of her few words.

But the surname of Hams, could it be the Hams of his grandfather's friend?

In retrospect, the same name is Hams, and he is also from the wizarding world... that should be the right one.

The only regret is that in the eyes of others, I am not Zhuang Mingge, but Barrett, not Zhuang Bei's grandson. The notes are also lost, and there is no way to return them to their original owners.

This made Zhuang Mingge somewhat regretful, and also felt a little guilty about his grandfather Zhuang Bei.

Zhuang Mingge's lunch is usually settled in the lobby of the dormitory. Of course, there are some restaurants outside, and the taste is more than ten times better than that of the dormitory, but those delicacies need credits.Zhuang Mingge's credits are limited, so naturally he won't go outside to enjoy it.

Lunch time is from 12:30 noon to [-]:[-]. After tutoring, Zhuang Mingge left the teaching building and waited for the bus at a nearby bus stop.

Not long after, the bus arrived, and several men and women in black robes that were completely different from the white robes of the first grade poured out of the bus. They also carried a badge of sword and thorns on their chests.

"Excuse me, it's Yi Barrett's new student, right?"

Just as Zhuang Mingge was about to get in the car, these people stopped him. The leader among them was a silver-haired man with an arrogant face, who stared at Zhuang Mingge with disdain.

"It's me, may I ask you who..."

"We are members of the executive department of the student union." The silver-haired man pointed to the badge on his chest and said unquestionably: "Barrett is a new student, we received a report a few days ago that you once openly clashed with the third-year student Laika in the leisure area , and engaged in a magic duel, which violated the school rules of Saint Laurent Private Academy, we now need you to go back with us to investigate."

Standing next to the silver-haired man, a girl with freckles on her face suddenly made a move and sang a few magic sounds. She pointed forward, and a strong impact burst out from her fingertips. Zhuang Mingge was hit almost instantly. Flying out, the internal organs seemed to be reached in and squeezed hard, the pain was almost suffocating.

The moment he landed, he passed out completely.

When the silver-haired man saw Zhuang Mingge who was knocked into the air, he became furious, and shouted loudly at his companions, "Why did you do it, Eunice!!!"

The girl with freckles curled her lips in displeasure, and said, "It's just a Chinese-Western hybrid who can't make a contract. There's nothing to worry about."

"Damn it, this is not the president's request!"

"Then blame him for his incompetence. He can't even handle a Chinese-Western hybrid." Eunice glared at the silver-haired man unwilling to be outdone, then turned and left.

"Damn bastard!" The silver-haired man looked at the woman who left without doing anything, and waved to the others in disgust, "Take him back!"

The other subordinates swiftly picked up the unconscious Zhuang Mingge and rushed all the way.

……

After being in a coma for an indeterminate amount of time, Zhuang Mingge finally woke up and found himself lying on the table. The empty room was only about a dozen square meters, and there was nothing else except the table in front of him and the chair under his buttocks.

Soon he remembered the situation before he fell into a coma, and his scattered eyes gathered together.

Concussion!The woman who sneaked up on her used the concussion technique.

It is one of the most basic applications of mysterious magic, and it is listed as the most basic magic along with fire magic.

Simple and practical.

After You Xia's tutoring these days, Zhuang Mingge understood a lot of magic knowledge, elements, alchemy, summoning, sealing, mystery, there are a lot of basic magic in the five courses, the simplest and most practical.

For example, the basic magic in elemental magic includes fire spell, water pattern spell, and sound amplification...

The most basic magic of alchemical magic is equivalent exchange.

Summoning Magic The most basic magic is summoning slimes.

The most basic sealing magic is the sealing technique.

The most basic of mysterious magic is the concussion technique used by that woman.

The principle of the concussion technique is very simple. It uses magic power to cause the air to vibrate, forming an existence similar to an air cannon to strike the enemy. If a gold-level magician makes a full shot and uses the concussion technique, it is enough to destroy a city.

Why attack yourself, student council.

Zhuang Minge struggled with this, in his opinion, the student union had absolutely no reason to attack him, even if the silver-haired man talked about the magic duel, it was just a unilateral massacre by that person.

If someone hadn't intervened, he would have been beaten to a pulp by that water giant.

And it was obviously an investigation, but he knocked himself unconscious for no reason, it was too barbaric.

Zhuang Minge thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, so he decided to wait quietly. He had already woken up, and someone would come to negotiate with him soon.

Unexpectedly, no one stepped into the room from day to night.

This surprised Zhuang Mingge somewhat, not only did no one come, there was not even a single bit of food.

So, in the anxious and restless waiting, the night passed.

The next morning, still no one came.

Zhuang Mingge began to lose his composure, and the other party decided not to forget him, but to deliberately ignore him.

unacceptable.

The furious Zhuang Mingge couldn't help roaring, "Is there anyone, why no one, answer me, what's going on, why you shut me down, answer me, anyone answer me, answer me!!!"

Zhuang Mingge kept roaring, his voice filled the room.

No one answered.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Mingge calmed down, sat on a chair and waited quietly, hunger and anger kept roasting his calm heart, even though he kept reminding himself to be calm, when he thought of himself now Facing the situation, anger is like inexhaustible weeds, growing one by one.

Concussion!

In the end, Zhuang Mingge used seven magic sounds to form a spell and used the concussion technique.

Driven by anger, Zhuang Mingge practiced hard for a long time but failed to use the concussion technique, and finally resonated the magic sound with the magic power in his body, and a surge of force bombarded the iron-colored door on the wall of the room with a bang.

If you want to use magic successfully, the magic sound you sing must resonate with the magic power in your body. Otherwise, even if you sing for decades, you will not be able to use magic. Zhuang Mingge has tried it many times. Resonance, about a tenth chance.

In other words, every ten times the mantra is chanted, only one time will resonate with the magic power in the body and use magic.

This time, under the impetus of anger, Zhuang Mingge resonated with the magic power in his body almost perfectly, and successfully used the concussion technique in one fell swoop.

Concussion!

Concussion!

Anger was flying, magic power was boiling, Zhuang Mingge shot again and again, and the concussion technique was used [-]%, but there was nothing he could do.

The surging force kept bombarding the iron-colored gate. Except for the loud noise, the iron-colored gate remained motionless like a reef beaten by huge waves.