What exactly is death?

The body loses activity, the heart stops beating, the brain is no longer functioning, and the soul is completely annihilated... These are all signs of death. As long as one occurs, the countdown to death can be declared in 90%.

But are these absolute?

It is not necessarily true that the lich's body is not active, the tree man has no heart at all, the headless knight's head is just an ornament, and when you are happy, there may be a pumpkin on it, and some existences can live comfortably and even extremely powerful without even the soul.

However, in this cruel and dark multiverse, death is an inevitable thing for any existence. Even the extraordinary need to cross a series of tall thresholds to temporarily get rid of its pursuit.

"Prist, I have to say one thing."

In the underground sterile laboratory at the headquarters of the Winter Castle Academy, a low voice calmly said to the disciple who was kneeling in front of him: "All members of the 'Viewer' elves tribe have been eroded by chaos, and their souls have been attacked by the evil god of plague. The situation is not good now. They are now receiving treatment in the old place of the elves in the far south, and the awakening time is impossible to predict at all."

"But fortunately, before the destruction of the mother tree, it used its last power to protect their souls and bodies. Although they were severely damaged, their lives were worry-free, and at least they could be guaranteed to be alive."

He said this, but the man found that his disciple's body trembled.

"But...Sur did not have a link to the mother tree."

"If this happens, it should be dead."

Hearing this, the gray-haired young man gritted his teeth, while the man narrowed his eyes, looked at his disciples, and then whispered: "Prist, why are you so sad?"

He chuckled and said, "You are a transcendent. Do you really think that death is the end?"

“Death is just the beginning.”

On March 7, 840, at 7 a.m., the second floor of the Lord's Mansion in the inner city of Moldavia.

Humans like to use the word unique to describe precious and rare things, and like to use it to be seen everywhere to describe the common and proliferation of a thing.

In the world of Mycrov, ordinary humans without extraordinary power are common and rampant. Among the ten people, there are almost eight or nine ordinary people without any extraordinary power, and the remaining one may not be serious professionals. Maybe they can only know one or two magic tricks or fighting tricks.

In contrast, extraordinary people are undoubtedly rare. In the world of high demons, Mycrov, everyone may know the existence of magic, but it is absolutely rare for people who can really cross the barrier of the middle level of the Black Iron and become the top of the Black Iron. It is like everyone knows how to lose weight, but only a small number of people can successfully lose weight.

However, although there is indeed a clear distinction between "ordinary humans" and "extraordinary".

But there is no ‘destined ordinary person’ in this world.

The chief manager of the Moldavian Lord's Mansion, the super administrator of the Magic Network of the Winter Fortress Academy, and the honorary vice president of the official chamber of commerce of the Northland Lord's Mansion, perhaps once a weapon, but now he has become a steward. Rin Akrool sat at his desk in the room, browsed the forum in the spiritual terminal with a serious face, and then launched the second large-scale network cleaning event of this year.

"These people live online, why are they so much energy every day!"

The black-haired boy ruthlessly deleted all the garbage, advertising and water stickers in the auspicious body, and successively blocked many students who made irregular speeches of different lengths, which caused many students in the forum to be trembling and trembling.

"Do good deeds every day."

After doing these things, Lin clapped his hands and exited the Magic Net.

As the seventh generation divine machine created by the Empire Artificial Fairy Project, Rin and his sister have spiritual bodies similar to fairys, which makes them not need to use gem-like spiritual terminals like ordinary humans to log in to the Magic Net, in fact, their existence itself is a giant spiritual terminal. With just one thought, you can easily connect to the Magic Net in any environment.

It is precisely because of this that he and Miss No. 3 and Firefly became one of the super administrators who manage Magic Network, providing more and more spiritual terminal users with a quiet and clean Internet environment official speech, just take it seriously. In fact, the black-haired teenager is just a little obsessive-compulsive, and he cannot see any irregular posting format.

Standing up from the desk, Rin slightly sorted out the notes and books he read last night. He put the books that had not been finished, such as "Imperialism", "City of Faith", "Contemporary Magic Rune Advanced·Etheric Edition", and put the notes one by one, and then put the "How to please your leader, the way to promote", "Thirty-three key points for raising dragons" and "Social Movement" into the bookcase, and arranged neatly.

You can see that there are two pictures on the side of the bookcase. One is Lin’s schedule for the month, which is densely packed with key points and red circles. The other is a magical photo. The picture shows a black-haired man with a black-haired boy riding a black dragon for a ride in a snowstorm.

After finishing the work, Lin meticulously turned off the desk lamp, tidyed up his collar, and prepared to go out for a new day of work.

Some time ago, the master woke up from his sleep. After returning to the territory, he was really making a fuss. Because of the safety and successful advancement of the Lord, many old friends from all over the world came to celebrate. The Pope's Crown brought his adopted son Lorenda in person. Brandon, who had been grinding his swordsman in the abyss some time ago, also brought his family to visit, not to mention that the group of legendary powerful men for more than a month. The people of the northern land were shrouded under the pressure of the revived legendary powerful men. The monsters that were not too late to run away in the local area were basically tamed. Not only did they dare not bite people, they even lay down and wag their tails, posing in a pitiful manner.

That period was really busy. When Lin recalled that month, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and shook his head. If the master had not given them the cultivation information of the fairy country from the fairy town, he would have learned from other things and gained further strength, he might have been so dizzy.

But now it’s much better. The communication between the master and the legendary powerhouses has ended, and the craze for advancement has gradually begun to cool down, and everything is back to its original track.

And just as the black-haired boy walked out of his room, he passed by a statue.

The appearance of the statue is exactly the same as that of the boy himself. It can even be said that ordinary people cannot tell the difference between the two of them. Rin stopped, looked up and down at the statue, and then couldn't help but smile.

This statue was created for everyone in the lord's mansion when the master practiced creation. It was shaped at the atomic scale and perfectly restored the appearance and expressions of everyone. The degree of precision was incredible. When he first saw it, Lin himself had the illusion of looking at him.

Rin, who is wearing a housekeeper's uniform, has no characteristics. She just sits on a chair usually, holding a book in her hand, looking quietly, her expression seems to be thinking, as if she has understood something.

It is very delicate, but there is nothing very special and worth remembering. It is not as beautiful and eye-catching as my sister and Miss No. 3, nor as majestic as the black dragon. At first glance, this statue is just an ordinary boy looking at a book.

This is of course.

Rin knew that she was not a distinctive person.

I can only work meticulously, obey orders and instructions, and complete tasks assigned by the master. I will not have any other unnecessary thoughts or complain.

What should be done is meticulous, remember the instructions and take care of them carefully. Because they were abandoned at the beginning of the forging, some sisters who were out of line raised a black dragon when their owner was away, and took her and Xiaoguang for a walk. If necessary, sometimes they also had to assist Miss No. 3 in dealing with some technical problems, and by the way, they used superb fairy card technology to confirm their leadership position in the family... It is not conspicuous, hidden behind the scenes, and seems to be just an ordinary person.

But I am not ordinary, not an ordinary but a steward character who can be seen everywhere.

The black-haired boy knew and believed it.

He is the perfect magic machine, the best weapon, the attendant and the butler.

This is his unique identity.

Thinking of this, he opened the door, walked through the corridor, walked out of the lord's mansion, and headed towards the Chamber of Commerce headquarters not far away.

Along the way, you can still see the traces left by the celebration carnival not long ago. The street radio and LCD screens were playing melodious morning music, and you can vaguely hear the opening of the commercial area not far away. Among the surrounding houses, you can see many residents opening the doors to sweep the snow and icicles under the eaves. You can see that the owners of the houses have a variety of races, from dwarfs to elves, from halflings to dwarfs, and you can even see the human aunt who is preparing to go to the commercial area to buy ingredients and greet the fishman at the neighbor's house, making a sound that God knows who can understand.

A house opened the door, and a man with platinum hair was carrying a snow shovel, preparing to clean up the snow outside. He raised his head inadvertently and saw the black-haired boy who had already walked through the street.

"Hey, isn't that Butler Rin?"

The man was slightly stunned, then shook his head and sighed: "I went out to work early in the morning, so I was really serious and responsible."

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Inside the house, a somewhat lazy woman's voice came: "Quick up the snow and come here for breakfast. Today we will go to the Human Resources Department of the Royal Mage Society to report."

"Yes, Amira, I get it." As she responded to her sister's words with a smile, Ivan Macrov rolled up his sleeves and began to bend down to shovel the snow.

In fact, with his chief graduate of Winter Castle Academy, the power of the golden level, he only needs one thought to control magic, clean up all the snow in his house and even the entire block, but occasionally physical labor is not bad. Moreover, there is a regulation in the city that no power that is equivalent to and exceeds the initial level of silver cannot be used. If it is forbidden, he will be thrown into a magic factory and act as a human magic engine for a period of time.

If you like to use extraordinary power blindly? Then use it to make a happy and contribute to the public.

Although it sounds like it is just a rule and system to take care of the safety of ordinary residents, in fact, Ivan, who has begun to gradually enter the management of the empire, knows that things are not that simple.

Because the number of extraordinary people is gradually increasing.

More than ten years ago, the tide of devils had not arrived, and the free energy density of the entire world was not large. The inheritance of the extraordinary was generally spread in the mode of small academies and master-disciple inheritance, so the number of extraordinary people was very rare. Even if the most widely circulated military practice methods and the simple witchcraft of folk spell casters, the number of extraordinary people was very rare.

But now, the magic tide has arrived, and recently a large-scale extraordinary academy has been opened all over the world. The number of extraordinary people is increasing at a significant speed.

From Ivan's perspective, it is even more obvious that since he and his sister Amira graduated from Winter Castle Academy, moved out from grandpa Edward, and bought a house in the city center, he could hear news that the surrounding residents had children or relatives entered Winter Castle every day. His parents even signed up for the "advanced practical training class" specially opened for adults by the Lord's Mansion, and learned one or two-hand magic or fighting skills.

In just half a year, the original number of one percent and one-tenth of the extraordinary people quickly expanded, and even reached the point where there were three or four extraordinary people among the ten people.

Although most of the new professionals are just the most superficial and lowest-level supernatural, even so, they can use magical instruments, activate rune arrays, and exert strong power through magic weapons... It is precisely because of this that as the number of supernatural people increases, there are more special magic for supernatural people.

After shoveling the snow, Ivan returned to the house, put the snow shovel behind the door, and walked towards the kitchen to prepare for breakfast. When he sat next to a girl with platinum hair like him, Ivan asked casually: "How is our dragon?"

"I'm still sleeping, it will probably take a few days to wake up."

Amira coated Ivan's bread with jam and replied casually: "After that, brother, do you think we can really go to the abyss?"

“Why not?”

Ivan poured a glass of milk for Amira. Hearing this, he shook his head in confusion: "Do you remember what the teacher said a few days ago when he asked us disciples?"

"The world of Mycrov has reached a critical moment. In the past, we were imprisoned in an ancient dark cage, but now we have to break free from the shackles of decay and rust. It is obvious that the teacher and his team have made some great discoveries in this adventure, and resources are shifting towards the 'new world' that the teacher said."

When I said this, Ivan took a bite of bread covered with jam and said vaguely: "I know, you must be thinking, since resources are beginning to lean towards the new world, why do we want to go to the abyss? It's very simple, my sister, because the foreign war is against foreign affairs...Microv's world is close to the abyss, so before moving towards the new world, we must first solve the threat next to us."

As he said that, he swallowed the food in his mouth, he looked at his sister and smiled and said, "The people in the External Exploration Department like to take risks. What we who don't like to walk need to do is to make their hometown more stable when they take risks. What's more, even if there is no such reason, don't we also look for opportunities to go to the abyss?"

This is a matter of course. The brother and sister who vowed to fight against the Five Colored Dragon all their lives looked at each other and smiled, then lowered their heads and ate breakfast quietly.

Wherever the five-colored dragon is, they are.

Of course they have to go to the abyss.

"Of course we have to go to the abyss!"

The dragon girl Lisa loudly announced her plan she had just confirmed at her home: "It's time to send Mr. Syndicate back to her hometown to have a look!"

Recently, what the Dragon Girl said has become more straightforward and straightforward, without any tactfulness, and I don’t know who I learned from.

"Sizi." (Support)

In the hall, a silver alarm clock on the table rings twice, making a supportive sound. The clone of the first number turns the stopwatch conscientiously and continues: "Sizizi?" (When will we set off?)

On the other side, a dragon man sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, looking a little similar to Lisa, but with a slightly taller figure and a little more masculine figure blinked and subconsciously complained: "What does it mean to send me back to my hometown?"

"Hey, Mr. Syndicate, don't you want to go back?"

The dragon girl who announced the news originally thought that the Flame Demon would be very happy, but she didn't expect that the other party had this attitude. She immediately lowered her head in disappointment and couldn't see clearly.

"No, Lisa, look, I'm no longer a flame demon now!" Seeing Lisa's sad look, Syndicate immediately became nervous. He quickly put down the newspaper, got up and walked to Lisa, holding the other party's hand and wanted to explain: "After my life form changes, I'm no longer a demon, let alone the abyss... Hey, you didn't cry?!"

"Of course not." He grabbed Syndicate's hand, Lisa raised her head, her face shining brightly, and there was no disappointment at all. She shrugged, then stood on tiptoe, and said softly in the ear of the Fire Demon: "I just want to see where you used to live...why, don't you?"

“You can’t say…”

Syndicate really wants to say "not willing". After all, the abyss is indeed not a good place. To be honest, his life in the abyss is just ordinary fighting, killing, eating, drinking, and there is no interesting place. Life in the world of Mycrov is so comfortable and comfortable, and people speak nicely. He likes it here very much and doesn't want to go back at all.

But in the end, he compromised: "Okay, if Lisa, you really want to go... let's go. My experience probably is useful."

"Mr. Syndicate is the best!"
To be continued...