The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"Martial arts is not good!"

"The path of cultivating immortals is not working either, damn alien consciousness!"

In the dim study, Alan tried various training methods over and over again, hoping to improve his strength as soon as possible to cope with the impending crisis.

However, due to the influence of mysterious factors, Allen ended up in failure. Only the Chinese martial arts' standing meditation had a slight effect and could speed up the condensation of the "seed of life".

Alan turned the jewel ring in his hand, as if he had thought of something. He walked to the bookshelf in two or three steps and tapped the heavy books in a peculiar pattern. After a moment, a creaking sound was heard.

"boom!"

The bookshelves moved to the sides, and a deep cave appeared in front of Alan. It was pitch black without a trace of light, like a monster that chose its prey for its prey.

Holding a torch made of pine resin, the orange light illuminated the darkness. Alan walked down step by step. After an unknown amount of time, an empty room came into view.

Randomly piled up iron blocks, boxes of gold and copper coins emitting a metallic luster, some unknown furs, crystals, etc.

“Is this the foundation of the Habsburgs for two hundred years?”

Lighting up the torches on the wall, Alan looked around, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart. It turned out that every noble with a long heritage was not simple.

Each Wild Boar Baron accumulated resources bit by bit like an ant moving house, hoping that when the family was in crisis many years later, they could use these resources to turn defeat into victory and continue the family's glory.

After thinking for a moment, Alan went straight to a mahogany bookshelf, where a huge black box was covered in dust and looked gray.

Taking off the jewel ring in his hand, Alan turned the key on the box lightly. Click, and the sound of gears turning was particularly harsh in this quiet secret room.

After sweeping away the dust, Alan opened the lead box in front of him, and a three-inch thick notebook came into view.

Two hundred years ago, the ancestors of the Habsburg family accidentally entered a ruin that had been abandoned for thousands of years, and gained a lot of fortune from it. The Pig's Breathing Method was one of them, and the notes in front of him are also one of them.

“The Wizard’s Notes by Douglas Santiago.”

The pitch-black handwriting was filled with ominous information. Alan looked at the words and felt as if countless tentacles were baring their fangs and waving their claws. A golden light shone in his mind.

The tentacles melted like ice and snow. Alan shook his head and came to his senses: "That was a close call. No wonder it had to be sealed with lead blocks."

Unlike the original body Shen Yuanliang who possesses the cultivation level of Taiyi Jinxian, Alan at this moment is completely a newbie. The supernatural power has a great influence on him, especially witchcraft.

Thinking of this, Alan used the merit points he gained from strangling the assassin to bless his mental power, and a cool breath rushed into his mind.

Name: Allen Habsburg (Shen Yuanliang)
Strength: 4.8+ (an adult's strength is 1)

Physique: 4.9+
Agility: 4.6+
Spirit: 2
Merit Points: 0
"Wizard's Notes, isn't that a wizard's?"

Frowning, Alan opened the notebook that had been covered in dust for thousands of years. A story from the past appeared before his eyes in the slightly sloppy handwriting.

Douglas Santiago, a five-ring wizard from ten thousand years ago, was good at cultivating plants, especially magical plants. However, even with his great power, he could not resist the invasion of time.

For this reason, Douglas Santiago sealed his notes, embarked on a dangerous road, and launched an attack on the legendary gods.

"Did he succeed?"

Allen's thoughts followed the notes to the magnificent continent ten thousand years ago, a world with thousands of races.

The gods are high above, but wizards should not be underestimated. On the vast continent, city-states from all over the world gather under the wizard's tower. Knights are the wizard's vassals, and mages are the wizard's assistants. Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, dragons, etc., a wonderful but cruel world.

A quarter of an hour later, Allen continued to flip through the "Douglas Santiago Wizard Notes" and a meditation method jumped into his eyes: "Crystal Meditation Method, using moonlight to purify spiritual power."

Since the martial arts and immortal paths are not feasible, if Allen wants to gain a foothold in this alien universe and even make a difference, he can only cater to the consciousness of the universe in the early stages.

"Should I take the path of a knight or a wizard?"

Sitting in the quiet study, Alan rubbed the jewel ring in his right hand unconsciously for a quarter of an hour, half an hour, until the moon was at its highest point in the sky.

"Knowledge is power. Opening the door to truth and exploring the path of wizards should be a good choice."

Compared to the knight's personal courage, the wizard is most similar to the scientist in the previous life. They are all pursuing the truth. Alan is ready to use witchcraft as a fulcrum to pry open the entire alien universe.

Industrialization in the previous life promoted the progress of mankind, and now Allen is preparing to carry out "witchcraft industrialization" to liberate all mankind.

Merit, it’s all for fucking merit.

"Buzz!"

Alan sat cross-legged, the bright moonlight like water shone directly on his body through the window. Under the influence of the mysterious power, his scattered mental power, a drop-shaped crystal appeared in his pineal gland.

Absorbing the power of moonlight, the crystal became more and more crystal clear, and wisps of impurities dissipated like green smoke.

Then, using his mental power as ink, Alan drew stroke by stroke in the pineal gland, following the appearance in the notes, outlining the zero-ring witchcraft model, the illumination technique.

As if with divine help, the past incarnation of the golden lotus seed had extraordinary potential. Alan successfully carved out the illumination witchcraft model in just one go and imprinted it on the crystal.

"Illumination."

Alan chanted a spell and snapped his fingers. Two frames later (one frame equals one twelfth of a second), a small sun appeared above his head, and its soft light illuminated the entire study.

"Reading, arcane mark, grease, wizard's hand..."

Familiar with the process, Alan outlined zero-ring witchcraft models one by one. The crystal seeds were branded with dense runes. His mental strength was repeatedly tempered in exhaustion until it swelled.

"Spirit 3.9, intermediate wizard apprentice."

Looking at the mental power item on the data panel, Alan was very satisfied. It was his first meditation and his mental power increased by 1.9, which was pretty good.

A hint of pale sky appeared in the sky, and the quiet castle was filled with noise. The neighing of horses, the groaning of soldiers exercising, and the busy voices of many maids and servants were intertwined.

"Squeak!"

Alan, who had not slept all night, pushed open the frosted window, stretched, twisted his stiff neck, and felt calm in his heart.

Set a good goal, work hard now and move towards your ideal step by step. The difficulties you encounter along the way are just minor hardships, and the Earl's family is not invincible.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a very rhythmic knock on the door, which was neither rude nor inaudible: "Master, breakfast is ready." (End of this chapter)