Chapter 165 The World of Spells
In a world where magic returns, all the magic power generated by humans will eventually form a deformed monster called a curse spirit.
They are powerful and full of destructive desires. They regard ordinary people as food and burdens and are the destroyers of the world.
Fortunately, among humans, there are people who can control their own magic power. They are called magicians. They can use the energy that should be dissipated to fight, thereby protecting the non-magic people.
Various fighting methods are the origin of spells.
But the relationship between the three means that the curse spirits will never be killed, and as time goes by, there will be more and more of them.
So someone proposed three plans.
One, remove all human curses.
Second, let everyone become a magician.
Third, stew humans and cursed spirits in one pot, thereby giving birth to new species.
The first two are almost impossible to implement, but the third one is very possible.
In this context, a man named Kesuo sorcerer came up with a thousand-year gourmet plan, making a cauldron that could accommodate people and cursed spirits, hiring a highly skilled chef, and finally building a stove.
He regards himself as the Buddha who can save mankind, and even puts on a cassock to stir up troubles around the world.
Of course, this has nothing to do with Amber.
After saying those words, the one-eyed little black man fell into the palm of his hand uncontrollably.
The originally closed eyes were revealed in full.
This is the ability he inherited from other worlds, almost unlimited spell power, and every detail of control.
It's a pity that the spell is inherited by blood and cannot be mastered by other methods.
But it doesn't matter, after devouring the guy who has been pestering him for more than 20 years, Amber also gained some abilities.
For example, there is something called the Disaster Realm.
After the spell is activated, all creatures within a radius of one hundred kilometers will be branded with disaster.
After the subject is hit, accidents will happen no matter what he does, even if he does nothing.
In his own words, it was a controllable version of Death with enhanced power and reduced range.
There is another thing that Amber is more concerned about.
When controlling the magic power in his body, he found that he could easily perform the Warlock Reversal.
To put it in simpler terms, mantra power is negative energy, and when reversed, it becomes positive energy.
The former destroys, the latter heals.
After trying it for a while, the disaster realm did not turn into a lucky realm. After he realized this, the only benefit at present was.
With the power of the spell, Amber couldn't die no matter what.
But aside from these, what really made him happy was a sense of relaxation from the inside out.
That damn bad luck has finally been solved, so what’s next?
Help the cook Kensuo?
No, no, no, Gojo Satoru's abilities are too buggy in every sense of the word, so it's better not to fight him.
Moreover, as an old man who has lived for a thousand years, his thoughts are not something ordinary people can fathom.
It's better to get some money first. It is said that he has been coveting a figure for a long time, but the monthly relief fund is only so much. In addition to eating and drinking, he has to save for a long time before he can buy it.
So, achieve financial freedom first.
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Three days later.
A man with a pale face and bloodshot eyes got out of a limousine with a suitcase in his hand and was looking for something on the street, his expression full of anxiety.
But all this disappeared after seeing the stall with the Bagua pattern.
"Master, master, please save me!"
He came directly to a standard earthen seat, with his head buried on the ground, as if he wouldn't get up if he didn't agree.
"Oh, you have missed the best time to change. It will be very troublesome for me to help you."
Amber sighed helplessly, her expression full of compassion.
"Master, please save me!"
The man put the black suitcase on the ground. When he opened it, it was filled with 10,000 banknotes. "This is 30 million, please!"
"For the sake of your sincerity, I will just lose a little life."
Amber calmly moved the box over with her feet, and then said seriously: "Look up at me!"
The man raised his head subconsciously, and then he saw a palm with a strange pattern pressing towards his eyebrows.
He resisted the urge to avoid and closed his eyes tightly.
"The evil spirits are gone!!"
Amber shouted in a low voice.
An invisible ripple spread from the place where his palm touched, and the man felt a sense of comfort all over his body, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
"Thank you! Thank you Master!"
He looked at the pale Amber with fear in his eyes.
"It's okay, this is what I should do."
Amber shook her head, "Let's go quickly. Although the evil spirit has been dispersed, there are still traces. Be careful to follow you again."
"Ah?! Then I'll take my leave!"
Upon hearing this, the man rolled and crawled back to the car.
After watching the other party completely disappear around the corner, Amber returned to her smile.
He opened the suitcase, and inside there were stacks of brand new banknotes that smelled good of ink.
However, I was just happy for a while, and the original excitement was swallowed up by empty emotions.
Not interesting…
He took out a few piles from inside and put them into his pocket, then Amber carried the box to an overpass somewhere.
People were coming and going below, each with a modest smile on their face, and every move was so polite.
It's so... so false!
Amber threw the money in the box directly.
Three seconds later, the originally orderly streets suddenly became extremely lively. Passers-by tore off the masks on their faces, revealing their true nature.
Women's screams, men's roars, curses replaced greetings, and fists replaced bows.
The culprit of all this is the meaning carried on each piece of paper.
It's so much fun.
Amber watched with great interest, and even spent the money she had left to buy the figures.
It wasn't until the police came to disperse the crowd that they reacted.
He patted his forehead in annoyance and wondered if he should play again.
But a person suddenly appears and Amber's plan fails.
"Hello, my name is Nanami Taketo. I am an office worker and I used to be a magician."
The blond man pushed up his glasses and said very politely.
"Ah, hello."
Amber scratched her head, with a reserved look unique to social fear on her face.
In this life, it seems that he has never communicated normally with others since he was born.
This look made Nanami Kento very confused. The guy in front of him didn't look like someone who could do what he just did. Could it be that he had a split personality?
Thinking of this, his face became more serious.
"Let the other you come out and talk."
"Um?!!"
Amber was confused, "What are you talking about?"
"Don't you want to admit it?"
Nanami Kento sighed.