Chapter 1066 Fatal Game (IV)
Time flows quietly...
After the three sentences of 'Shut up', 'Fuck', and 'It's a bit difficult', a whole two For an hour, Futaba didn't say another word. She just flipped through the thick and simple occult books in front of her at an almost incredible speed. Although it was far less popular than those that were once popular outside the game a few decades ago, The second fool dares to make up the 'real quantum speed reading' that the big fool dares to believe, but it can also be said to be quite ridiculous.
Especially in the second half of the game, this girl with her eyes a little straightened and mumbling and gesticulating even started to conduct experiments directly in the reading area, a public place. I saw her pass the invisible and insubstantial [Mage Hand] At the same time, he arranged three epic-level reference books in front of him that had reference significance for each other. While turning the pages with the magic thread connected to the five fingertips of his left hand, he used his free right hand to look at the group of groups that were invisible to the naked eye. The visible 'model' was adjusted and fine-tuned. Although it was only the smallest scale simulation, Mo Tan could still faintly feel that the restless elemental power around the girl was continuing to be highly active.
I don’t know when I started kicking off my shoes. Sitting cross-legged on a high-backed chair, Futaba didn’t care about her image at all, letting her long hair be blown into a mess by the wind element that had failed to compress countless times. Most of her delicate and cute baby face was blackened by the failed fusion of fire elements. She had no intention of taking a break to dress up again. Instead, her eyes were full of excitement as she struggled with the precious 'knowledge' in front of her.
Mo Tan, who was sitting diagonally across from her and holding a copy of "Michelle Takes You to Count the Hazards of Natural Disaster Magic", made up a scene in his mind while the girl gritted her teeth and tried her best...
Drowsy In the room, five or six monitors formed a semicircle on the messy desktop, all of which were refreshed at high speed with rows of data streams that would make laymen dizzy just by looking at them. Under these monitors, a pair of The little hands, which were not exposed to sunlight and were filled with sickly paleness, were dancing at high speed, as if they were playing a piano, creating afterimages on the keyboards that were also connected together.
The owner of the hands is sitting cross-legged in a large chair. She is wearing a pair of glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle. Her hair is as messy as a poodle, and she exudes the smell of not taking a bath for a long time. It didn't taste good, and there was a sickly smile on the corner of the mouth. There were a lot of garbage bags piled at the feet, which were filled with the remains of various fast food, puffed food and carbonated drinks. There were also many hungry and screaming people surrounding it. fly.
Although the face of the woman sitting in the big chair in the mind is blurry, her belly that is quite obvious due to long-term lack of exercise and excessive intake of sugar calories is very eye-catching.
[Well, there are also poor breasts that have no sense of existence because they have no curvature at all. Tsk tsk, it’s too bad, it’s really too bad. Why are there such people in this world? 】
While complaining in his heart full of disgust, Mo Tan leaned over to pick up the two books that Futaba had roughly thrown to the ground, and put them back on the table as quietly as possible.
Because he had no knowledge of magic, it was difficult for Frank Hughes to help the girl in front of him when she was in trouble, but in fact, he did do something within his ability.
For example, carefully organize the books that are piled up in a big pile on the table, and put them neatly together in categories.
For example, put the book that was roughly thrown to the ground by the girl, but she might pick it up again after a few minutes, and place it on the table where it can be easily reached by the hands of the elements.
Frank Hughes, rather than providing convenience to the girl in front of him in his spare time after reading, it is better to say that taking a few glances while taking care of the increasingly anxious girl may inspire his own creation. Stories of inspiration.
Finally, after a long period of time, with a series of sounds that were not harsh but abrupt enough, all the books floating around Futaba fell to the ground with a clatter. This was too crazy a 'study meeting'. An imperfect pause was drawn.
“It seems to have gained a lot.”
After a brief silence, after confirming that Futaba would not fall into the almost hysterical state again for a while, Mo Tan stood up to pick up the reference books scattered on the ground, and said with a smile in a rather relaxed tone.
Obviously, he had guessed that the other party was probably stuck in some kind of predicament that he didn't understand, and there was currently no significant breakthrough, so he started the conversation in an almost comforting tone.
“It’s been a fruitful harvest... In a sense, maybe it is.”
It took Futaba a few seconds to answer with a smile, and then he and Mo Tan leaned over to sort out the books scattered on the floor. Thanks to the carpet in the reading area, the years have changed, and the texture has changed. The paper knowledge, whether solid or loose, was not damaged at all, and there were no traces of folding.
“It’s good to gain something.”
Mo Tan smiled and said helplessly: “I originally wanted to make up a few new stories by reading about the knowledge about natural disaster magic, but in the end But I have no idea at all."
Futaba piled the books he was holding on the table and snorted angrily: "I'm really sorry, I've been noisy here. It keeps interrupting the train of thought of this great poet~"
"Yes?"
Mo Tan shook his head, quickly sorted out the books that Futaba had piled up randomly, and chuckled: "Personally, the reading environment just now was actually very good, so I can't think of a story at all. My personal problem."
Futaba curled her lips, and then slumped on the chair as if she collapsed: "Ah... whatever you want. How can I put it? It’s really annoying.”
“Didn’t you say you had a harvest just now?”
Mo Tan dimmed the magic crystal lamp at the corner of the table a little. , said with a smile: "Even if it is not really a big harvest, but only a little bit, I think it is a good thing. After all, you have Diana and that excellent As a mentor, Ms. Ana should be able to help you answer your questions even if you encounter any bottlenecks, right?"
Futaba rolled her eyes, pushed up her glasses with her middle finger, and patted the book at hand? "Half-step Epic - Complete Collection of Regular Element Magic in the Early Stage of Epic ①" said angrily: "Unfortunately, what I call 'harvest' is that I will eventually Yu is sure that he is completely unable to understand the content written in these things. In other words, although he can barely understand a little bit, he is completely unable to reproduce or imitate even a little bit, let alone analyze it. All in all, in words that a layman like you can understand, it’s a gratifying zero progress!”
Mo Tan was stunned for a moment, and after a while he said awkwardly: "In that case, why don't you try asking Diana..."
"It's useless, Diana and Ana. Everyone has always thought that I shouldn’t be exposed to these things.”
Futaba interrupted Mo Tan rudely and said through gritted teeth: “Uncle Kenneth had the same attitude, so that’s why he was in the City of Miracles. I'm not allowed in I entered the library of the Spirit Advent Tower and even collected all the information related to the epic level in the laboratory assigned to me. It’s just that Diana is relatively short-sighted, so she ignored this thing she did for me. Zhang Pingzheng can give me access to this knowledge."
"Well, that means..."
"That means I probably won't be able to ask anything from Diana. .”
"I think she did it for you..."
"Unfortunately, I feel the same way, that's why I'm annoyed."
"Well, what should I do now? "
Mo Tan stretched slightly and asked without any idea.
“Although I really want to continue to attack difficulties and give it a try...”
Futaba sighed, cupped his cheeks and said lazily: "Unfortunately, judging from the progress just now, even if I continue to study for a day and a night, there will probably be no breakthrough, and my magic power has been completely used up. I can no longer work at a speed that is difficult for a mortal like you to understand, so... well, let’s forget it.”
“Run out of magic power?”
Mo Tan immediately looked at Futaba nervously and asked repeatedly: "Is your body okay? I heard Diana say before that you spell casters will generally feel very uncomfortable when your magic power is overdrawn. That , Do you want to go get something to eat or rest for a while? Ah, let’s rest for a while. You are not feeling well now. If you use the teleportation array, you will definitely..."
"Stop, stop, stop."
Futaba, who was almost fooled by Mo Tan's list of BBs, interrupted him angrily and funny, shook his head and said: "Who told you that I have overdrawn my magic power? I just said that I have used up all my magic power. , to put it simply, the MP gauge is at the bottom, and I can’t even use a fireball, but it’s not overdrawn yet.”
"Being... being beaten?" Mo Tan repeated Futaba's words awkwardly, and asked curiously: "What is that?"
"It's a blue strip."
"What is the blue bar?"
"It is magic power. You can just understand that my magic power is empty, but there is no overdraft, and there is no need to rest or eat. Do you understand?"
"Understood."
Mo Tan nodded heavily, and then——
[Oh, the magic value has bottomed out, but it's not bad. This is really a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity~]< br>
Mo Tan sighed in his heart, and then slowly raised his right hand.
He knows very well that as long as he makes a certain gesture now, within three seconds, the other 'readers' around him, who are several fewer than before, will know the magic value in front of him. The woman threw out at least nine concealed and fatal attacks, and as we all know, a spellcaster who has lost his magic power, even if he is a magic god, will never be much more powerful than a large dog.
Especially a mage of Futaba's size who couldn't even defeat a medium-sized dog without being able to cast spells.
Of course, external level mages like Jadeka do not count. For that old ghost whose physical fitness can almost crush high-level violent battles head-on, being unable to use magic is hardly a weakening. It is also a gain BUFF.
In short, as long as Mo Tan is willing, he can now easily rebuild the character by sending Futaba, who is slumped on the chair like a salted fish, with the previous arrangement.
After that, as long as you sell the unlucky people around you who are convinced that if everything comes true, everything you promised will immediately turn into a blank check, and then use the ability of [Hundred States] to change into anyone who is qualified. For those who enter the inner city, this tense and deadly 'game' will immediately come to an end.
Although this way of ending seems to lack a sense of ceremony...
Even though I have a lot of trump cards that I haven’t uncovered, I feel somewhat regretful...
Although it seems a bit anticlimactic to end the game so quickly...
Although I have to abandon it completely afterwards. 'Frank Hughes' vest, and the benefits obtained from Diana are not enough...
But at least at this moment, these reasons are not enough to prevent Mo Tan from killing the killer. excuse.
The murderous intention did not spread at all.
His eyes were still gentle and soft.
"In that case, we might as well go back early."
Mo Tan, who didn't give a signal until the end, just pushed up his glasses slightly, smiled, as if he had farted. Generally this 'opportunity' is given up.
Yes, even though the reasons just listed are not enough for Mo Tan to give up killing a flat female mage with no magic power at this moment, the premise of all this is-the other party There is indeed no magic left!
【I can’t believe what came out of this woman’s mouth. 】
This was the reason why Mo Tan gave up taking action.
Even if the timing, tone, topic, foreshadowing and other elements are extremely natural and just right, considering the extremely bad character and character of the other party...at least when facing himself, Mo Tan will finally Still unable to fully trust the listless girl in front of him.
Only 60% at best. In this case, Futaba is willing to tell the truth to his name, Frank Hughes, who is the boyfriend of Diana A. Azizolti, no If you think too much, you just declare that as a mage, you have lost all your magic power, and the probability of your MP completely returning to zero is only 60% at best.
In other words, this 60% is the probability that Mo Tan can successfully kill Futaba after choosing to execute the plan.
And the remaining 40%...
It is a fatal trap!
The victims that I can temporarily find in a short period of time will naturally not be very strong. Although being able to enter this library is a proof of strength, greenhouse flowers of this level will not be double Ye takes it seriously.
As long as she has the slightest reservation, even if she does not have much remaining magic power, she will definitely be able to take effective measures after deliberately channeling her murderous intention. Successful escape is inevitable. Inevitably, it is even possible to complete the counterattack against oneself instantly.
【60% success rate, 40% failure rate. 】
【The other party is SON, who is as bad as me in terms of bad heart and lungs... Ah, no, SUN. 】
[Ha, only a fool would gamble~]
"Even if there is no overdraft, it is better to recover the magic power, right?"
Mo Tan stood up and faced the girl in front of him He showed a harmless smile.
"Well, it seems that's the only way it can be. By the way, if you have any books you want to read, I can take you to borrow one before I leave."
Futaba Ya He stood up and stretched his body lazily. It seemed that he had somewhat improved his liking for the guy who had been with him for a long time.
"Let's talk about it next time, I really don't want to teleport one more time."
Mo Tan raised his hands in surrender, secretly sending a signal that the plan was cancelled.
"You are really useless."
Futaba looked contemptuous, and the remaining magic value in the character panel was 87.5%.
Chapter 1,059: The End
(End of this chapter)