My Magical Card Tavern

After the not-so-distant memory ended, Genelle noticed that the card box in front of her had changed again.

The central golden gemstone rippled with even more dazzling waves, making the precious gemstone appear somewhat cheap in comparison.

In Ginell's experience, this is like a progress bar.

Once the golden water waves have filled the gems, the Destiny Generator will restart.

Aside from Zhong Deng, who gave him combat skills and, under the guise of imparting basic knowledge, told a bunch of bizarre and unorthodox stories, the tavern had other customers as well.

However, the vast majority of them were just like the three guests from before.

Perhaps in their lives, there are things that are difficult to overcome, or even heartbreaking.

However, when viewed on the grand scale of the entire Pangu continent, it becomes somewhat insignificant.

Even when examining the cards, Gianna needs to think carefully for a moment before she can recall the details of those events.

Simply put, his strength and identity are quite ordinary, not as mysterious as the old man from Silver Star.

But it was precisely because of this that, after doing it many times, Ginell figured out a mechanism for the fate generator.

The bigger the event, the slower the golden ripples accumulate.

Although Gianna didn't have time to study the theory carefully during the period between his first awakening and his meeting with Zhongdeng, the discrepancies between the subsequent events were enough to validate the theory.

This time the location is the Northern United Kingdom, and it's in the Silver Star Province. Who knows what will happen?

Ginnell glanced at the old man from Silver Star who was still sipping his beer, and couldn't understand why this thing would call itself a dead star.

From Ginell's limited knowledge, the time span of the death of a star was terrifyingly long.

Never mind.

Guests are always welcome, and besides, old man Silver Star does indeed possess some special abilities.

"Old man, it's time to pay."

Silver Star glanced at Genelec, and after putting down her wine glass, her eyes still held a lingering reluctance.

"Sigh, I didn't expect to have no friends today. Looks like I won't be able to have a good time playing cards with them."

"Come on, little Ginnell, just like we agreed."

"I will teach you magic."

Drinking in the tavern only requires money, whether it's from a dead star or a living star.

After realizing the terrifying knowledge reserves of Silver Star, Genele came up with a perfect solution.

Paid knowledge.

Silver Star herself didn't have any prejudice or knowledge barriers, and readily agreed to Ginell's request.

Anyway, I'm just idling around.

According to Silver Star, the magic he is now teaching Ginnell is, in his eyes, as simple as magic tricks that can be performed with quick hands and eyes.

Ginnell sat down on the floor in a very serious manner, while the old man from Silver Star next to him held up his staff and muttered to himself, occasionally tapping Ginnell's body with his right hand.

"By the stars above, little Gianna, what you need to feel is your own breathing, not forcing yourself to adapt to a particular frequency!"

"It's too early for you to try to understand a particular frequency and structure."

"You need to use the simplest, most instinctive action of breathing to bring your body and mind into a state of calm and unity."

"Then you will be able to enter a meditative state."

"In a meditative state, you will have a more complete understanding of everything in the world."

"The wildness and harmony of nature, the holiness of holy light, and so on—only in this way can you comprehend the true mysteries of magic."

What are the mysteries of magic?

The answer is that even Gianna didn't know.

Perhaps it is something that exists objectively, like the wind and the flow of water, but needs to be verified by subjective ideas.

From a meditative perspective, or more accurately, from a meditative perception, Gianna could feel the warmth of the hearth fire, a warmth emanating from the heart of the tavern.

In addition, the entire tavern was filled with an aura of holy light, sublime and peaceful, which made people feel a sense of warmth.

To put it in more colloquial terms, Gianna's affinity for the Holy Light is steadily increasing.

A sudden surge of curiosity welled up in Genelec's heart: what would Silver Star be like in his current state?

Out of curiosity, Ginell adjusted his perspective and senses, shifting his focus to Silver Star.

Weird.

In the senses of meditation, Silver Star was still the same old Silver Star, except that his right hand was still rather dry, and he always carried a damp aura.

Although Ginnell knew very well that something was wrong with the damp aura emanating from Silver Star.

However, this did not prevent Ginell from calling the damp smell on Silver Star an old man's smell.

They're already dead stars, so it's normal for them to have a bit of an old person's smell, right?

Although the old man Silver Star was so angry at Ginnell's unmagical and unrealistic statement that he was blowing his beard and glaring.

But theoretically speaking, Silver Star can't really deny this claim.

"By the stars above, I knew you young kids couldn't contain your curiosity."

Silver Star's staff gently landed on Ginell's head.

"Don't look at me, little Ginnell."

"Don't look at me even once while you're meditating."

"Although I am dead, I am still a star, once hanging in the sky of Pangu, adorning the starry sky and reality."

"Do you remember what I just told you? It's too early for you to try to force yourself to acquire certain knowledge or adapt to a certain frequency or structure."

After racking his brains and scratching his head a few times, Yin Xing finally managed to utter a simple and easy-to-understand sentence.

"It's like how you can't learn those high-level spells right now because you simply can't understand them."

"If you try to force yourself to learn high-level magic, the structure of magic will become a series of heavy punches, and the impact of knowledge will smash your head like a giant swinging a sledgehammer."

Seeing the future in advance won't let you see the scenery, it will only let you see the terrifying weight that is crushing you.

If it's just a matter of physically transforming into a two-dimensional world, in a world with magical powers, then there's still hope.

However, if one's mind is repeatedly tormented by the power of knowledge like dough, then there is only one outcome: distortion, which, in terms of magic, is comparable to a pathogen.

As Gianna gradually entered a meditative state, she became engrossed in the novelty and satisfaction of exploring the world through meditation.

Silver Star, who was standing next to him, looked left and right, and finally picked up his wine glass again, silently counting the time.

While the process of exploring the mysteries of the unknown is certainly fascinating, meditation is not child's play; it is a process that can truly be called cultivation and becoming stronger.

Fatigue is inevitable, and it may come much faster than little Ginnell imagines.