Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

In the dim environment, even the word "almost" can be omitted. The only reference here is the leather and cloth fragments that no one knows what they are used for. When this little bit of it turns to ashes, no matter how big the eyeball is, it is impossible to know where it is and how much time has passed around it.

Perhaps after wandering for an immeasurable amount of time and space, this eye demon will appear in the nightmare of another eye demon, and come back to the world as its special "offspring". After coming, the first thing it has to do is to fight a desperate battle with its "relatives".

In the world of eye demons, it is a superior existence to other creatures - including other eye demons. It should be the only individual that can represent its race, and all other "compatriots" should be inferior to it. When these two beings meet on a narrow road, the subsequent story will not be particularly difficult to guess.

This should have been the end. Perhaps it would come from nightmares and go to nothingness as a loser. Or perhaps it would become a winner, gaining everything from the old beholder, and continue its suspicious, brutal and arrogant activities. The beholder that gave the cultist power was not a regular individual, so its power was also unique.

But unfortunately, the object of the power was also not a regular individual.

"One hundred and two... eighty-eight... one hundred... point zero..."

The double layer of fine teeth made speaking a very burdensome action. However, as if it was its own inertia, when this huge eyeball moved in the darkness, no matter how difficult it was, it always muttered a string of inexplicable numbers.

There was no pattern to these numbers. They could be odd numbers, even numbers, or even decimals accurate to three decimal places. At the same time, pictures that looked extremely simple and were only outlined by polygons and straight lines flashed in the darkness as these numbers were reported.

If it were Gillianis or Lavinia, they should be able to recognize that it was the trace that Ron often left on the manuscript, but the corresponding data was completely different from the reading of this creature at this moment, and it was even impossible to associate them together at first glance.

But this is just an appearance.

For example, the moon elf magician, knowing Ron, only needed a little calculation to easily deduce the difference between the two sets of data - the "units" or "elements" that make up them are slightly different.

These data cannot affect reality, they will not make any sane spellcaster or scholar's head explode or go crazy, because they are just data changes caused by social differences in different worlds. This is the result of "artificial regulations", just like in some brain teasers, "three" can be defined as two, so that there can be an integer between "three" and "four".

But not everything can understand such a difference. For example... a "dream" that is projected from a chaotic creature to the real world, and the caster cannot control it because of the heavy damage, and can only operate on its own.

When the simulated operation cannot adapt to the data difference between the inside and outside, this non-closed system must bear more load. If it is just this, it will be fine. What is more fatal than this is that the unconscious individual is gradually awakening due to the change of the system!

And this awakening process is the process of "it" turning back into him, the process of the individual who is not from this world integrating into this world - he is beginning to consciously calibrate the difference in data on both sides of the system!

"It is not 100.073, it should be 102.66... ​​It is not 78.497, it is..." Ron's face, which has returned to two eyes at some point, looked around the darkness around him in confusion, and his mouth was still constantly integrating his scattered memories, "The constant should be... The method of calculation here is..."

These data are very important to him. This is an important bridge connecting the two Rons before and after. The conclusions that Ron knew in the past are no longer important, but the verification process has been retained, so that even if Ron just came out of the goblin's nest, he can complete the same work as before through the rules.

If the connection between the two is lost or even denied, Ron can neither return to the researcher of the past nor integrate into a spellcaster - let alone become a beholder.

He can be transformed into an unintelligent beast or monster, and survival does not require an overly complex brain, but he cannot be separated from the past and become another, wandering in this world, another form of intelligent creature, not to mention that such a creature can cast magic and even plot and plan.

Because logic needs roots, and an incomplete power of a non-god existence cannot provide enough roots for an individual like Ron without human control - it needs the natural laws and social laws of two worlds behind it, and it needs to connect the two.

When Ron began to gradually wake up and began to sort out these things himself, the system that was only used to restrain and transform him could not receive this information. The only thing it could perceive and do was that it kept "reporting errors" and "restarting", and the cage in this state was obviously unable to restrain a wizard who was no longer a novice.

Therefore, when Ron's eyes regained complete clarity and his body was completely separated from the body of the creature born in the nightmare, the surrounding darkness burst out with endless malice, launching a final counterattack against this difficult-to-solve human.

"Rune Mind." Looking at the collapse that could not be observed due to the lack of reference, Ron shook his head and stretched out his hand to outline a group of runes in the air in front of him. The light pink barrier instantly opened up, completely isolating the malice between reality and illusion from the outside.

"You tried, but failed," Ron retracted his hand, subconsciously touched his mouth, confirmed that his thirty-two human teeth were not more or less, and there was no double layer, and then smiled relaxedly, "That means you will never succeed."

"Instead of being incompetent and furious here, why don't you calculate my data carefully - why is 4*12+3*16+4*1 equal to '102'?"

A violent fluctuation full of anger, panic and other complex emotions completely dissipated in this world along with the disappearance of the surrounding darkness. Sylvia and the others were surprised to see Ron suddenly open his mental protection barrier and open his eyes.

The man closed and opened his left and right eyes alternately, then sighed with regret: "The doctor is crazy..." (End of this chapter)