On the other end of the vast and endless sea, the distant continent of Holy Greed.

Flange Kingdom, Manalia College, student dormitory.

As the best academy in the kingdom, the Paladins and great magicians of the Kingdom of Flan, five or sixteen of them graduated from here.

The best colleges, natural building facilities, are also the best.

Here we take a dormitory for two people, and Irving's roommate is also an Infinity Road contestant.

Today is the admission ceremony. Every freshman has to go to the ceremony to attend the ceremony. The cherry blossoms outside the dormitory building are constantly floating and the breeze is coming. This timely scene is not because of the right time and place, but because of the magic effect. In order to be more sensational, the instructors in the academy deliberately used magic to create such a scene.

Irving's skin was sallow, his eye sockets were deep, his gray hair was messy, and he was so thin that his cheekbones were protruding. Although he was wearing a classic and exquisite college uniform, a brown college suit, a white bottom, and a red tie, even with such a mental outfit, he still looked exhausted, as if he hadn't been sleeping for hundreds of years, and was about to die suddenly, just hanging his breath.

Irving's roommate is also a young man and an infinity road contestant. He is not a mutant, but a talented person. During the admission test, he was detected to have strong elemental affinity and has the talent of advanced wind magic.

Irving doesn't care about these garbage talents. For him, force is meaningless. Violence is a very low-level form. No matter how strong the destructive power is, it is just the larger one among the crickets. It is insulting. Even if you can destroy a world, even if you can destroy a universe, it is still very inferior. Such a person is a cricket, a bigger cricket.

Only knowledge, knowledge is the only way to reach the root. Those who work diligently for the money of women of power, those who bet on their lives for honor, hatred, and beliefs are just clowns, insect eggs in the bark, and frog eggs in the puddle. What makes people feel bad is that people are all such foolish people.

“?Tick tick…”

"?Dingdong Dingdong..."

“? Titicicticaca…”

"?Dadadadada..."

Irving's eyes were dull, his white teeth were trembling, and he made various onomatopoeia. He tried to find the sound he heard that day, the vague and beautiful sound wave like the gospel. As long as he could hear it once, although it was accompanied by huge madness and pain, and the abyss of fear that made people scream, this sound wave could enlighten people's souls and approach the origin.

Irving's roommate was dressing up in the full-length mirror. Listening to the meaningless noise made by Irving, he was finally overwhelmed and left wildly.

Irving is a psychopath. If it were just like this, he could tolerate it. As a roommate, Irving was so bad. Irving could do nothing and just sit on the bed, making noises of unknown significance in his mouth. He could scream for days and nights, and he could even sit there without sleeping, spit out all the onomatopoeia that could imagine. Because of this, Irving's roommate hadn't slept well in the past few days and nights.

My roommate talked to Irving many times, but it was fruitless. Irving was like an autistic patient. He refused to communicate with you. The most hateful thing is that Irving's eyes were still contemptuous, not the kind of underestimation, but like... the look of ordinary people looking at drowning animals was pity for inferior animals.

My roommate thought that this would not be possible. Today is the admission ceremony. The dormitory has been allocated. I want to talk to Irving for the last time. Either Irving shut up or Irving gets out of this room. The roommate will not get out of it by himself. Irving is originally neurotic, so why should I get out of it by myself?

"Hey, I warn you not to make any noise."

The roommate turned his head and stared at Irving fiercely. If you want others to listen to you, patting his shoulder is not enough, and you must shock them! For people like Irving, the more they tolerate him, the more arrogant he will be.

Owen raised his head and looked at his roommate contemptuously.

The roommate was completely crazy! That's the look! It seemed to be looking at the drowned animal! This is the most angering place.

Irving glanced at his roommate and turned his eyes away. He knew that these people would never understand.

Everyone is lonely in this world, imprisoned in their own shells, and can only use some characters and symbols to convey their thoughts to others. These symbols have no common value. Everyone has different ideas about a symbol, so their meaning is vague and uncertain. People are very pitiful to convey the wealth in their hearts to others, but others do not have the ability to accept this wealth.

Although people snuggle with each other, they are not together, and they neither know others nor are they known to others.

Just like a criminal imprisoned in two adjacent cells, he can only convey information by tapping his fingers on the wall, such information is ultimately limited.

Everyone is trapped on an isolated island, unable to save themselves or save others.

"?Dadadadada..."

Irving's teeth continued to tremble, trying to find the sounds he heard in Rhode's inner world that day.

"I'm done!"

The roommate grabbed Irving's neckline and lifted Irving out of the bed. He tightened his fists and punched Irving in the nose without hesitation.

Bang!

Irving's glasses were broken, and a few pieces of glass slag were stuck on his forehead, and some blood was overflowing.

The roommate was far from satisfied and punched Irving in the nose one after another. The weak Irving suddenly had nosebleeds, causing scarlet red all over the college uniform.

"You're comfortable now?"

The roommate pushed Owen away hard, and Owen's forehead hit the wall, and the fragments of glasses embedded on his forehead were even more harsh.

Owen took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood, without replying, without saying a word.

"Do you keep calling?"

Seeing Owen who didn't fight back, his roommate had a hideous face and the provocative meaning in his words became stronger and stronger. He decided that Owen was a coward. If he had known this, he should have beaten him up when he first made noises!

Irving doesn't care. If this is how he relieves him, it would be great. Mortals are such things that are easy to satisfy. They make him love, hate, get, lose, save, and revenge. They have the meaning of life. They have been repeating these things all their lives. In Irving's opinion, the meaning of hamsters who run the wheel is doing the most ignorant things, but they don't know it. They enjoy it and make people feel pitiful.

Owen took off his glasses, placed them on the bed, took off his blood-stained coat, and stacked them neatly on the bed, preparing to find another time to wash.

"Let's go, the ceremony is about to begin."

Owen said calmly.

However, in the eyes of Irving's roommate, this behavior of changing the subject was just a sign of weakness. He snorted coldly, and saw that Irving surrendered, he said casually: "Okay, but if you make that disgusting sound again, I will kill you."

Owen's fingers trembled, and he was a little surprised, and asked his roommate: "A disgusting and disgusting sound?"

Irving's face was twisted, and his sallow and morbid skin was as terrifying as the evil spirit in the movie.

"That's right!"

His roommate responded.

On the Arcas Continent, Irving has a partner, but the two are not in the same way. Irving is disgusted with his partner, and his partner is disgusted with Irving and does not act together.

But it’s different in this Holy Glory Continent. The identity given by the game is that Irving and his partner are a bunch of siblings, so they cannot avoid acting together.

Irving's partner is Quintina. When Quintina comes to Irving's dormitory, she finds that Irving's roommate has died of heart paralysis.

Irving was holding a shovel in his hand, slapped his roommate's head so hard that it was like smashing a watermelon.

“Oh…Fcuk!”
Chapter completed!