Spell Ranger

Chapter 2 It's More Important to Be Alive in the Other World

It doesn't matter who you are in the Otherworld, it's good enough to be alive, the rest is for tomorrow! -12th day of the Magic Bull, 145th year of the 4th Age of Light]

This time it was as if I had a long, long dream, in which I saw many strange images, as if they were all my memories, but still I couldn't tell which one was real? Which one is false?

Of these I remember only one coherent memory, but it was a peculiar one, and it told me where I came from.

In this memory I was a great cosmic warrior, having experienced many cosmic wars, having traveled to countless starfields, and having conquered thousands of planets, but ultimately dying accidentally in an expedition; cosmic energies had torn my original body to shreds and I had long since experienced baptism at the level of a spiritual civilization, which is why my soul had been preserved. And accidentally fell into this world tens of thousands of years ago, and was later captured by a vampire sorcerer, who had been treating my soul as the power of a god sealed in his skull, acting as a source of his own energy.

It was a really long dream.

When I woke up, I struggled to peel away the thick layer of dirt that was pressing down on me before crawling out of the even thicker snow.

Standing in the midst of waist-high snow, I looked around.

The snow continues to fall, and the snow that covers the ground is still fresh, and you can't see any traces on the surface of the snow, it's loose and not thick, it looks thick, but it's as fluffy as cotton.

The hills are full of white.

The previously black and red earth had also been replaced by white, and the smoke no longer filled the air.

After confirming that there was no threat, I braved the snow and moved forward as quickly as possible, my clothes, which were already tattered on my body, falling off cleanly bit by bit as I moved forward; there was no way out, so I could only burrow my whole self into the snow, and knowingly search for the bodies of the three mages from before, trying to take a set off of them.

Still, finding something in the thick snow was like looking for a needle in a haystack; it was a good thing that I looked back to where I was before, and the corpse of the snow-covered gargoyle was instantly recognizable, which was a blessing of sorts.

I don't know why, this time the dragon's body didn't turn into a golden light enveloping me; I still remembered that those three unlucky eggs were crushed under the dragon with me, so I hurriedly drilled back; drilled under the dragon, through the shimmering light coming in from the surface of the snow, this time there were no more accidents, and I found those three unlucky eggs without any problem.

I picked one of them at random, and just as I was about to remove its mask to confirm its gender, the other party unexpectedly turned into a bit of golden light and disappeared into my body again; I felt a strange energy flowing regularly in my body, and then all of it converged into my mind.

Now there was flesh and blood, and the feeling was very real, no longer as senseless as the skeleton body before.

What had converged in his mind suddenly dissolved into a vague memory.

At this point I finally realized that the previous images, which were like dreams, were all memories drawn from other people.

That scared the hell out of me.

If I absorbed the corpse's memories like this every time, then sooner or later I would lose myself and my soul would collapse completely.

The fear of such afine thought prompted me to quickly dress the corpse, put on its mask, and lie quietly under the snow; to begin organizing the memories in my head, and at the same time to try to find a solution from them.

Organizing someone's memories is a daunting and dangerous task, and if you're not careful, you could activate the other person's soul to become a puppet.

Don't ask me why I know this, I don't know, it's just a feeling.

So the memories of others that are organized require one's own will to be extremely strong and one's mind to be very calm in order to look at the joys, sorrows, sorrows and fears of other people's memories in a calm manner.

It's a good thing that I have full experience in controlling souls; because my soul foundation is already elevated to the level of spiritual civilization, I can skillfully dominate other people's memories, but I still can't take it lightly.

I organize each memory as carefully as if I were categorizing a book with a good number, and carefully seal it so that I can search for it quickly if I need it later.

In the process of organizing these memories, I discovered an interesting thing;all powerful beings in this world will open up a strange space in their brain area, which they call:Skill Space.

I concluded a phenomenon from this: the skill space in this world is actually the visualization of the occupational ability map in one's own brain, installing an activation switch for one's own occupational skills, and pressing this switch in a specific way when one needs to use it, one can get the skills that one needs to use.

This particular way of pressing the switch can be a thought, a word, or an action, as long as you set it to your liking.

Let's say:I want to use my fists to attack a tree, but the power of my fists alone is not big enough, and my fists may also hurt; then, I need to use some kind of external power to help me achieve my purpose, and then I can achieve this by setting up a good striking action and opening the skill space for unarmed attack bonus, which of course needs to be used in conjunction with another physical defense skill bonus to avoid hurting I can do this by setting up a move and opening up the unarmed attack skill in the skill space.

As long as these two skills existed in one's skill space. Then, the skill space will be automatically generated at the time of execution, and it can be said that once the skill space is established with the corresponding skills, they are fully automatic matches.

This discovery raised a great deal of interest in me.

According to the memories, this cheaply obtained vampire body is an old monster that has existed in this world for tens of thousands of years, with a huge vampire family behind him, and at the same time, he is also one of the nine ancient dragon witches; unfortunately, it's him, a renegade dragon witch, as well as a traitor to other races, and to put it bluntly, his reputation is just a shambles; however, he is indeed a solid top powerhouse in this world, so I was curious about his skills in the Space is filled with curiosity.

Trying to integrate the soul memories of this body, while I realized that it was a monster with no soul, only memories; how could I not believe that a soulless being could still exist in this world.

It also makes feel very disturbing to me.

In the long space astronaut career, I have encountered many similar situations; because the puppet life is to belong to the life that has only basic memory but no soul, and then include the lower level, can be directly manipulated by command biochemical man, liquid man, metal man and so on, they also belong to the no soul, but can have the memory of the special life manufacturing.

So what kind of being is this vampire?

With a head full of questions, I searched my memory for information.

It's a good thing that it's no secret that the vampire species exists in this world, instead it's a powerful and well known race.

But as I kept digging into my memories afterward, I discovered another extremely odious fact.

This cheap vampire turned out to be an alien species as well, pressed into service as a character from this world.

This is a real villain!

He doesn't care what world he's in he's unapologetically scum!

Why?

Because to my surprise, this vampire was once a god in a certain cosmic realm, but was stripped of his godhood by the gods for doing too many bad things, and then thrown into a place called the Dark Abyss.

It really is 'good people don't live long scourge for a thousand years".

Instead of falling from grace, this vampire was lucky enough to be given a magic box in the passageway to the Dark Abyss, a magic box that contained an immensely powerful book.

With the magic box and the book, he escaped to a strange world before he fell into the dark abyss, and he implemented as much of the darkness and destruction of that book as he could into that world, bringing irreparable disaster to that world.

And then added a lot of his own ideas to that book and re-titled it "Wallops. Julian's Magnum Opus.

Why that name?

Because this asshole's name is Juarez Julian. Julian.

But there's no denying that this asshole is also an unquestionably supreme genius.

And this world today is the third world he has arrived in, and the one that failed him.

Because his power was exhausted before arriving in this world, he could only choose to reincarnate himself, but unfortunately, he was reincarnated into the fragile human race, which was the race he despised the most; moreover, the world he was reincarnated into was also extremely barbaric and chaotic, and didn't even need him to do any more destruction before it had already become a mess.

Faced with the inability to carry out his destructive plan, he couldn't accept this reality; so he made a strong effort to build himself up, making himself inhuman and a public enemy of the world. Precisely this was also the beginning of his nightmare.

As the memories continue to sink in, my disgust for this body has reached an uncontrollable level, and I feel nothing but bouts of nausea.

At that moment a cry for help suddenly came into my head, and I couldn't tell if it was a transmission from my soul or a voice from my memory.

Worried about my insanity, I stopped continuing to dig up memories.

"Help ...... Help ......"

The cries for help continued to come from the back of his mind.

After searching for a long time, I finally confirmed that the sound was coming from a bottle.

The bottle was locked in a corner of the skill space, and at that moment, it was continuously releasing ripples that impacted the skill space.

My soul cautiously approaches the bottle.

The voice said excitedly, "Finally, I've waited for you to come!"

Puzzled, I asked, "How did you know it would be me?"

The voice was honest and said, "I don't know! This god is waiting for someone, it doesn't matter who comes, what matters is that you hurry up and release this god."

I'm a little uneasy. After all, there's nothing good about anything related to this Jaros. There is nothing good about anything related to Julian.

So very dryly, he refused, "I'm sorry! You figure out how to get out on your own. I'd rather you didn't if I could, but anything to do with Jaros Julian is no good. Julian is no good, including you; and I don't hold that against you, I hold that against all things connected with Wallops Julian. Julian."

The voice went mute for a moment after hearing that, and I don't know if it was angry or what, but it was a long time afterward anyway.

The voice in the bottle resounded once again, "This God is the God who manages tens of thousands of worlds, including this one, it was that bastard Wahlos who tricked this God into this Sealed Bottle; as long as you release this God, this God can help you fulfill a wish."

I didn't believe the other party's words at all, so I didn't continue to pay attention to its words, and instead studied the skill space.

I was very cold in my attitude, but the voice in the bottle suddenly threw out a reason that I could not refuse.

"You are the crystal that was sealed in the brain of Waroth. The crystal that Julian sealed in his brain, this god knows where you come from and you must think you are a great cosmic warrior; unfortunately that is not the case, you were summoned here by this god."

I stopped my research and looked at the bottle with a stunned expression.

The other party should have also seen my mood and struck while the iron was hot, "As long as you help this god leave the sealed bottle, this god promises to tell you everything that happened."

I hesitated, but finally couldn't resist the temptation to ask, "How can I help you?"

The voice in the bottle said excitedly, "Good, good, good, you only need to gently wipe the sealed bottle three times, and this God can come out."

I sputtered as I listened, "Do you think you're Aladdin's lamp? One rub and a genie will run out to grant wishes!"

And when I said that I suddenly felt a wave of incredulity and questions flashed through my mind: what the hell is Aladdin's lamp? What the hell is running a genie to grant wishes?

Although my head was full of spit and questions, my hand had involuntarily reached out to wipe the Sealed Bottle three times.

Before I knew it, a glowing white figure literally floated out of the bottle and stood in front of me.

I couldn't see the other side, it was just too bright, it was blinding my 'alloy eyes".

I had no choice but to put my hands over my eyes and ask, "Can you turn off your headlights? My eyes are going blind from your brightness, and isn't it time you told me what's going on first!"

"Sorry sorry sorry, a moment of loss of control, loss of control!" As the voice fell, the bright, blinding light converged much more, but it was still impossible to see the other party's appearance, and one could only see the outline of the white light as a humanoid.

"Okay, okay, that's it, barely able to keep my eyes open; first, what's going on with me?" I asked impatiently.

The white light began to leisurely say, "Young man, don't be so impulsive ......"

I couldn't help myself and gripped the bottle in my hand harder and said, "Cut the crap, what do you mean you summoned me?"

In the moment my hand gripped the bottle hard, I saw the white light humanoid glow dim a few more points, seemingly startled, and it said in a softer tone, "Take it easy! Speak right away."

I could hear it pretending to clear its throat as it said, "A long - long time ago, this crystal was in the hands of this god, and the crystal was indeed left behind by that great warrior of the universe ...... "

White Light's words puzzled me, so I interrupted, "Wait a minute, what the hell is this crystal you keeptalking about? What does something I've never seen before have to do with me?"

White Light asked in a puzzled tone, "Don't you realize you're not human right now?"

I heard this and stormed out, "You're the one who's not human, your whole family is not human ......"

Cursing I realized again that I was indeed - not a human being, and realizing that the other person was saying this as if it were the truth, I couldn't stop cursing and had to choose to be silent.

The white light was obviously gloating as it said, "This God is not a human being in the first place, it's a God!"

With a burst of impatience I said, "Yes, yes, yes, you're God, so get to the point!"

Speaking at the same time and gripping the Bottle of Seal hard, in fact, I didn't even know if this thing could deter that white light, I just subconsciously gripped it.

But the reaction of the white light would indicate that my move had actually worked.

"Young man don't be impatient, listen to this god slowly introduce to you ......"

The white light still seems to be a verbose god, but I don't want to listen to his nonsense and ghostly talk, I just want to know the result as soon as possible; also, it would be best if I can get the solution that can solve all kinds of problems in my body from the mouth of this white light who calls himself a god, so that I can get rid of this inhuman and ungodly appearance earlier.

So I interrupted as soon as I heard he was going to ghost me, and lowered my voice to a whisper, "Make it simple, why did you summon me? Otherwise I'll be rude!"

"You were summoned to save yourself! After this god was sealed, countless attempts to summon creatures never worked until you fell in by yourself and the summoning was successful." The white light spoke quickly.

I was even more baffled when I heard it, and also caught the point of White Light's words and hurriedly stopped it:

"Wait - what do you mean I fell in on my own? Why the more you talk, the less you understand!"

The brightness of the white light increased once again and said, "Oops - this matter is rather complicated, that's why this god is going to introduce it to you slowly."

I shielded my hand from the blinding light, and suddenly there was an inexplicable clarity in my mind: what do I care about this? Does it matter? I don't care who summoned him, I don't care who he was before, as long as I'm alive, I'm fine. I'll find the answers to the other things later, won't it be fine? Right! It's good to be alive first, let's leave the rest to tomorrow.

After figuring it out, he suddenly felt a wave of relief.

The light was so blinding that I got tired of grabbing at the white light with one hand, flicking it aside, and said indifferently, "You might as well go back to the bottle, I don't want to know right now!"

The white light glowed even more harshly and cried out in great agitation, "Why? Don't you care a bit about your ......"

I simply pinched off his words and said, "Don't care! What's there to care about if you're here!"

But the white light refused to do so, and he blocked in front of me again, his tone firm and agitated, "No way! This god is a responsible god, you must know that!"

Unfortunately, I had already thought it through and didn't even want to give him a chance to bullshit, so I dropped a very succinct, "Bye!"

After that I exit from the skill space.

Calendar Note 2: A natural month in the other world has an average of 4 weeks, an average of 8 days per week, that is, 32 days/month, 8 days/week; each week also has a weekly name, the 52 weekly names are also used to remind the production of labor, some of the weekly names are not listed. The Dragon Era lasted 2678 epochs, the Elven Era lasted 2533 epochs, and the current Era is the Human Era, which is the Bright Era, and the calendar was implemented by the Temple of Light, so the name is: Bright Era.

There was also a Magic Era during the period of the Last Age of the Elves, which was called the Century of Spells, and the Magic Era Calendar was introduced by magicians, hence the name, but it was faded from the world's mind because it existed for less than 10 epochs of time.

It was an era when human magic and spells were flying around, the same era when human magic was at its peak, and at the same time it was an era when demigods were everywhere, powerful and ancient magicians and demigods could even fight against the gods, and dragons and elves all looked a little overshadowed, and this era was like a fleeting flash of light in the river of history of the other world, and finally disappeared from the stage of history.