Chapter 113: Only I Have My Own Method Chapter 113 Cursed Ink

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Liu Xinyu knew no more about the mysterious matters of the mysterious world than a child who often watched horror movies.

She absolutely could not have guessed that there really was someone on Earth who mastered something called Pocket Qi, and constantly stimulated himself through warm currents produced by his body.

The continuous heat flow from the twin peaks made her unnaturally believe this was a physiological impulse Chen Yi produced after getting close to her, and greater than she had expected.

She began to regret helping Chen Yi up, leaving herself in a position of riding a tiger and finding it hard to dismount.

Liu Xinyu lowered her head to look at Chen Yi.

Under constant stimulation, the boy in her eyes became handsome and cute.

Chen Yi said at this moment: "What degree of help is the help you speak of?"

He wanted to judge thereby the scale and energy of the Human Development Research Society.

Normally Liu Xinyu would surely have guessed what was in his heart, but now she could only force herself to say: "A lot... a lot... of help. Among us are... people from Wall Street. They can help you... expand your company. We have government connections, they can help you... escort and protect you."

It seemed they did not understand his company very well.

Chen Yi immediately reached a conclusion.

Gold Source International did not fear commercial competition.

His costs were so much lower than others'; if he still could not win, he deserved to be driven out of Wall Street.

As for government connections, that was certainly something worth being vigilant about. The government of any country in the world was a perverted, huge, selfish, self-interested animal—at the beginning of government, human nature is evil.

For these things that always harbor disaster within sugar-coated exteriors, one must never let down one's guard.

Chen Yi was even less willing to trust Liu Xinyu's so-called escort and protection, for that was equivalent to handing his life over to her.

Moreover, he now hoped even more to push new legislation, raising the threshold for high-frequency trading, especially lightning trading, to eliminate unfair parallel service providers, so that even after installing the latest computers at all brokerage firms, he could still maintain a relative monopoly advantage.

This kind of favor, Liu Xinyu might be able to help with, but he did not believe it.

"The car is over there." The ambulance's siren grew louder and louder; Chen Yi did not really want to go to the hospital and be gawked at.

Liu Xinyu's legs trembled as she helped Chen Yi into the back seat of the pickup truck, then she herself sat down in one go, panting "huff huff."

It seemed Pocket Qi, when used well, was still a very stimulating product.

Chen Yi chuckled to himself twice, preparing to continue reorganizing his unfinished cellular construction project.

At this moment, Apollo's tone became sincere and loud: "Hello, I am Ri. Beauty, please fasten your seat belt first."

Liu Xinyu suddenly sat up; fortunately the F150 had plenty of space, or she would have hit something else.

Leaving Chen Yi's bodily range, her intelligence gradually returned, and she began to observe and ask: "Who is speaking?"

"A preset program of the computer." Chen Yi had to explain it this way.

At the same time, he had to take the opportunity of thought vibration to admonish the color-changing little lizard.

Lin Yuan brought medical personnel to the classroom, but could not find Chen Yi's person at all, and could only apologize to the other party in anger.

Chen Yi glanced at the messy-haired students in front, slipped into the front seat, and started the F150.

At this moment, Liu Xinyu had returned to normal; she rarely asked seriously: "Have you considered it?"

"I think it's better not to participate." Chen Yi spoke frankly.

"Then let me off." Liu Xinyu's face turned ice cold.

However, she was still immersed in the previous feeling, and her eyes could not turn ice cold no matter what.

Chen Yi glanced at her, thinking to himself, whether he should eliminate the future threat right here.

"Don't think nonsense." Liu Xinyu's face turned red; she herself did not know what kind of nonsense the nonsense she spoke was.

She turned and warned: "Behind me is the Research Society, something you cannot resist. The Chen Family... used to be about the same."

Liu Xinyu was unwilling to let the beautiful impression she had just produced, even if only physiological, vanish completely in an instant.

Classmate Chen Yi had not yet figured out how exactly he should thoroughly solve future troubles. So he humphed once, staring straight ahead and said: "After the crossroads, I'll let you off."

Liu Xinyu grunted an "en," leaned her body back against the seat back, not knowing what she was thinking.

The crossroads of Jiangning had red lights so long they made one want to go eat a meal before coming back.

Chen Yi was in full shielding state, steadily and smoothly passed through the crossroads, and saw Liu Xinyu off.

Then he parked the car by the roadside, half a person standing on the seat and stomped hard, angrily saying: "If you dare talk nonsense again next time, I'll destroy you."

He could not truly forbid the Illusory Dragon from speaking; otherwise, communication with his mount would easily run into problems.

Unfortunately, the Illusory Dragon was truly not a good object to communicate with.

Liu Xinyu watched from afar as the red Raptor F150 swung its huge flared pants and turned to leave; she hesitantly took out her mobile phone, not knowing whether she should dial out.

After long thought, or after a blank mind, Liu Xinyu heavily closed her mobile phone cover and decisively returned the way she came.

Chen Yi fiercely beat the Illusory Dragon a round, not knowing if it was useful, then continued to take over the driving rights, turning left and right in Jiangning, and finally still stopped at the Four Seasons Hotel by the riverbank.

The bigger the city, the harder it was to find a quiet place; with today's experience, he would never organize his cells outside again in the future.

The pretty front desk young lady, seeing Chen Yi say nothing, gave him a forty percent discount on the administrative suite and kept throwing winks.

Classmate Chen walked toward the elevator as if he saw nothing.

With the increase of age, the temptations the Aristocratic Scions encountered would become more and more. Some handled them well and won everyone's praise; some handled them poorly and often became laughingstocks.

Not saying, not doing, not indicating was the simplest and most effective way to deal with it, and also the most practiced way for lazy people.

In the room, Chen Yi closed the door and windows, released his cells to begin moving, extravagantly wasted some energy, and served as a 600-watt light bulb for six hours; the hotel's timed bell rang.

Chen Yi immediately went out to the car and hurried toward the Subway Station.

Busy Jiangning never lacked crowds of people hurrying about.

The busy subway carried millions of people back and forth every day, yet no one truly paid attention to any specific person; not even for flirting did anyone bother to seriously look at their surroundings.

At 22:00, the quiet subway station was like the home of a sleeping giant worm.

Chen Yi, as usual, picked up some stored perfume from the storage area inside the station to use as gifts, then headed toward the Saint Qiao Kingdom.

Timothy Great Mage was copying scrolls in the square; hearing the bell, he couldn't bear to waste a portion of materials and first stepped forward to prepare.

Sand Red Robe saw this and clicked his tongue inwardly, thinking: A seventh-level scroll—if it were a year ago, who would be willing to waste it?

Timothy instead felt it was a pity to waste the number of copying attempts. The number of spells a mage can cast per day is limited, and copying attempts overlap with casting attempts.

Generally speaking, a third-level mage can cast one third-level spell per day, or two second-level spells, or four first-level spells. Likewise, if before resting he doesn't want to use spells but wants to copy, and lacks copying talent, he can copy one second-level scroll, two first-level scrolls; if it's a rare scroll, it must drop by two more levels.

Besides copying talent, there are other talents that affect mages' abilities. On the Magic Continent, talent is the capital by which mages make their way in the world; a talent for superhuman energy allows them to cast spells of the same level two or more times in a day, or even cast spells above their level—perhaps at a cost; a compatible talent lets their magic power be two or three times normal; an intelligence talent lets them learn spells with half the effort...

And with each rise in rank, mages may gain more talents.

This makes the advantage of high-level mages increasingly obvious.

At Timothy's level, the spells he copies are often better. Wasting one is truly a pity.

"Master, have you broken through again?" Grendel's voice drew the interest of several mages.

Sand boldly raised his head, then quickly lowered it again, his mind in turmoil: It was actually filled with Source Energy!

Chen Yi, in a narrative tone, recounted the details of his cellular situation once more.

Timothy nodded while listening, then smiled after a moment: "Congratulations, Master; your future tempering of magic power will surely be even more pure."

"Can I learn magic?"

"Of course."

"How long?"

Timothy hesitated for a moment, then said: "Spellcasting involves complicated steps and the process cannot be careless. I myself took three years to learn my first spell, Illumination Spell."

A tenth-level Great Mage could be considered a marvel on the Continent.

Chen Yi didn't think he would be a top-tier talent with the number one talent; looking at Red Robe Mage Sand, he was just a slightly shorter marvel... He looked around and asked the noble sparring partner: "Lanling, your friend who studies magic—how long did it take them?"

"The first spell?" Lanling thought for a moment, then said: "From meditation to casting a spell, twenty years is always needed."

"Understood; take more magic scrolls today."

He gave up hope of learning spells in the short term.

Timothy cleared his throat and said: "Master has mastered Source Energy; his magical ability must be peerless. Shall we start practicing today? Only during the gaps in the knight's training."

Having magic power skips the most tedious and difficult meditation process; compared to that, learning spells, though at a snail's pace, is still faster than a snail.

Chen Yi touched his chin and agreed; when he looked at the crystal screen again, besides mage cultivation, apart from the charge of 100,000 gold coins per hour (Great Mage), he discovered a newly appearing line of potions:

Curse Ink Level 1: Produces 10 newtons of force, can be released on any object!

10 newtons is roughly the force of 1 kilogram.

Chen Yi frowned: "Only 1 kilogram of force—what's the use?"

Talk is talk, but his hand movements weren't slow at all; he directly wanted to click to buy 100 bottles.

Being able to buy something new isn't easy; gold coins and such, having some is enough.

Unexpectedly, when the quantity of Curse Ink reached three bottles, it stopped increasing.

Timothy bowed and said: "Master, Curse Ink is spoils captured from the Eastern Front; there are only three bottles of Level 1."

"So few? What use is 1 kilogram of force?"

Timothy was silent for a moment, then said: "1 kilogram of force, if applied correctly, can also produce a huge threat."

"Oh?"

"For example, an ordinary person's internal organs are very soft; applying 1 kilogram of force can crush part of them; the brain is the same—it ignores the skull's defense."

Chen Yi waved his hand in disgust: "Don't talk about killing people."

Earth's current state—threatening with a wooden stick is more effective.

Timothy thought for a moment, then said: "1 kilogram of force can tear apart a scroll the opponent is currently casting. However, mid-level scrolls have automatic defense. Also, Level 1 Curse isn't much of a threat to knights; their bodies are strong..."

"I understand." Chen Yi saw that these mages and Holy Knights were long accustomed to solving violence problems, not daily problems.

Still, it's certainly useful.

Timothy added: "Master, when using it, draw a circle with the ink on flat ground, then imagine the object and method of the curse in your mind; one bottle of ink can be used more than five times."

Chen Yi pictured himself in Jiang University's campus, hiding in a wall corner drawing circles, freely admiring the thin clothes dancing in the air, and the little white rabbits, medium white rabbits, big white rabbits, big black rabbits, big brown rabbits... that had lost their clothing cover.

What a good thing!

After fantasizing for a full three minutes, he took out the summoning ring: "Holy Knight Grendel Title, I've decided on the mount's appearance."

"Wonderful; I will certainly study mounted combat carefully." The Holy Knight was full of confidence; different mounts have different combat techniques, but he was what kind of person.

Chen Yi summoned the Pickup Raptor 150 and then climbed into the cockpit.

Holy Knight Grendel Title, maintaining his confident appearance, was stunned.

His heart shouted wildly: I am an invincible Holy Knight!

His mind went blank.

Where is there any mount that lets a knight hide inside its belly?

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Mages are subject to three restrictions: magic power, mental power, and spell slots.

There is one enhancement: talent.

The first two are easy to understand; the latter is the daily upper limit on the number of spells cast. In this book, a first-level mage's spell slots are one first-level spell and two zero-level spells; a tenth-level mage's spell slots are one tenth-level spell, or two ninth-level spells, or four eighth-level spells—of course, according to need, a mage can also cast one ninth-level spell and two eighth-level spells.

Copying magic scrolls is also limited by spell slots. Ordinary mages automatically drop one level when copying; thus a third-level mage can copy one second-level scroll, and rare scrolls drop another two levels on top of that.

Talent is an enhancement for mages; if talent is spell slots or scroll copying, then that mage can copy scrolls of the same level or even higher.

Because the number of high-level mages in the Kingdom and on the Continent is limited, the number of high-level scrolls is also subject to certain restrictions due to productivity.