The journey of creation from fantasy to reality

Hmm~, the study is not small

Yuan Meng looked around and admired the study room which was about 200 square meters.

Well, he actually cursed in his heart. Are you sick? You don't even have 200 books in total. Why build such a big study room?

He flipped through the new books casually. They were all continental geography, magazines, and family history. Yuan Meng couldn't help scratching his head. Where did this old guy put the extraordinary books?

If there was anything special, it was the family history written by the grandfather of the original owner. It was relatively old, but it only recorded some family development history.

Hmm~, the original owner's father's generation was already the third generation. I don't know what the grandfather of the original owner thought?

You are only two generations old. How dare you add the word "history" after the family?

Throwing the book without any signs of extraordinary on the desk in front of him, Yuan Meng was a little worried looking at the empty study room.

How can he find that extraordinary book in such a large study room with so many rows of empty bookshelves?

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

However, he found nothing.

This made him very disappointed. Could it be that this so-called extraordinary book is just a book that records extraordinary knowledge?

Gently tapping the bookshelf in front of him, Yuan Meng kept searching for information in his mind, hoping to find some clues.

"Huh~!"

At a certain moment, Yuan Meng suddenly had an idea.

Before the death of the original owner's father, he kept repeating the original owner's birthday, March 7th!

"March 07, March 07"

Yuan Meng murmured in a low voice, frowning and thinking, why did he specifically say March 07, instead of March 7

The original owner didn't think much about it, but Yuan Meng thought about it at this time, but he found something slightly wrong. Normal people's thinking would basically say March 7, who would say March 07?

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

March 07, March 07

Three zero seven, it should be three zero seven

Yuan Meng walked slowly forward and came to the third row of bookshelves, and then came to the seventh grid.

Yuan Meng stood still, tapped the wooden board of this grid bookshelf lightly, and at the same time closed his eyes slightly, and carefully felt the difference here with his own spiritual power.

However, Yuan Meng carefully felt it for a long time, but did not feel any difference at all.

At a certain moment, Yuan Meng's fingers, which were tapping gently, suddenly paused, and then repeatedly tapped in the same place again.

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 clearly heard that there was a hole in it.

Since he had discovered something, Yuan Meng burned the essence in his body, which greatly increased his strength.

"Crack~! Snap~!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the wooden board in front of Yuan Meng was directly crushed by him, revealing a metal sheet.

After Yuan Meng took it out, he found that it was not a metal sheet, but a thin metal box with some strange patterns engraved on it, which made people feel dizzy and nauseous at a glance.

However, Yuan Meng smiled when he saw these. He finally found it.

"A sealing formation or a restriction? No wonder I didn't feel any extraordinary power."

Touching the strange pattern on the box, Yuan Meng chuckled and murmured.

Yuan Meng took the box and walked back to the desk near the window and sat down slowly. He looked at the almost integrated metal box in front of him over and over again, thinking about how to open it.

This must not be broken violently.

A restriction like this probably requires a specific bloodline to unlock it, right?

And once it is broken violently, the items stored in it will be directly destroyed.

Thinking of some 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 first, there was nothing unusual about the metal box, and just when Yuan Meng felt disappointed.

The drop of blood on the metal box slowly flowed onto the lines on the side.

Instantly, that line began to emit a faint light, and began to quickly absorb the blood, extending rapidly to both sides along the trajectory of the lines, and finally converging at a certain point.

"Fuck! There is actually this? The blood must touch those lines to work."

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

"Buzz~!"

With a series of buzzing sounds, the entire metal box in front of Yuan Meng began to flow with rays of light, and finally the light suddenly increased, and then went out in an instant.

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

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

"Hehe, is this considered a commonality of human thinking? After all, novels are also created by humans.

It may even be derived from reality, but it has been processed artistically and has become a little higher than reality.

So some things are naturally possible in reality."

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

As expected, Yuan Meng easily opened it this time. A thin booklet made of unknown animal skins was lying quietly in it.

Smiling and opening it, Yuan Meng couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that the person he descended into was born in a small noble family.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even know the words in this world. Even if he got such a book about the extraordinary, he couldn't completely decipher the barriers in it.

After reading the whole book, Yuan Meng knew what kind of extraordinary path it recorded.

Sequencers, by configuring different magic potions and coordinating different extraordinary props, achieve different extraordinary paths.

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

And the book that Yuan Meng obtained contains one of the sequence paths, the controller.

This is a path that theoretically grows to the limit and is extremely terrifying.

The controller controls everything in the world.