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This lack even seems artificially created, because in reality, even an ordinary person has some of their own characteristics, but the "humanity" in the sonnet is suppressed very obviously.

Of course, normal communication is still fine. The reason why Wan Qi was able to discover these things in such a short time is inseparable from his strong and keen mental perception, as well as the superior life experience of an adult over the young girl.

There's no way around it; the adult world is always colorful, and when colors mix together, they become stains, making people look dirty.

In a sense, the sonnet is much like an artificial angel, except that it is an angel in a cage.

In short, Sonnet became Virtue's subordinate, and her words were full of concern for Virtue. Such a person is very reliable when working normally, but what if she had to choose between the foundation and Virtue?

Some conflicts can truly tear a person apart.

I hope this doesn't happen.

At the end of the conversation, Wilting asked, "So, what is our squad's first mission?"

The foundation arranged for him to write an excellent sonnet, but Virtue didn't believe it was merely for his safety. Most superiors always give you one unit of resources plus nine units of expectations, demanding a hundred units of results in return.

If the foundation is this incompetent, Wan Qi would never do anything with it.

Sonnet produced an encrypted capsule, opened it, and said, “Look. According to the latest historical intelligence, a massacre targeting occultists will occur in Chicago on February 14th. We need to rescue the victims before the human gangsters arrive at the underground parking garage.”

Wilting nodded and gestured for Wan Qi and the others to come over.

The mission is simple: save the privates... specifically, save the mystics who are persecuted by racial discrimination.

“This doesn’t conflict with our foundation’s mission, does it? Preventing conflict between two races is also a means of safeguarding human peace. Although it’s different from our usual mission. But the organization seems to want us to recruit as many new mystics as possible for the foundation,” Sonnet said.

"Your statement is so official. Have you ever considered becoming an official spokesperson?" Wan Qi joked with a smile.

In any case, we'll all be colleagues going through thick and thin together from now on, so it's still necessary to build closer relationships.

"Mr. Wan Qi, right? I just contacted the Foundation, and according to their records, there were no mystics from Aurora in Chicago in 1929. So who are you?"

The sonnet asked very serious questions, which was her way of handling things officially, but to onlookers it sounded like an interrogation.

If we're not sisters, how did this fire end up here with me?

Wan Qi was somewhat depressed.

At this moment, Virtin stepped forward and said, "Wanqi is a reliable civilian investigator, so I invited him to join this mission in my capacity as Sichen. I can vouch for him."

“Sichen, I trust you,” Sonnet said to Wilting, but then changed the subject: “Although hiring civilians to complete missions is permitted, those civilians are all on file with the Foundation. Therefore, I need Mr. Wanqi to prove his reliability. This is for your safety.”

That's a very reasonable statement, leaving no room for rebuttal.

But this would mean that Wan Qi would be expelled from the team, which was something Virtin didn't want to see. However, she also knew Sonnet's personality very well. Although he was obedient, he would not back down on matters of principle unless she was persuaded.

Just as Virtin's brain was racing, trying to figure out how to convince Sonnet, Wan Qi stepped forward and said with a smile, "It is indeed a bit difficult for me to prove my reliability, but we can prove it in reverse."

"Reverse proof?" Xing Jin pushed up his sunglasses and asked, "How do you plan to prove it in reverse?"

"It's simple. Since I can't prove how safe I am, I might as well prove how dangerous I am."

It sounds a bit absurd, but it's actually a very good angle. Extreme danger is also extreme safety, just like how the real winners of the Nobel Peace Prize are all in missile silos.

Sonnet clearly didn't like Wan Qi's statement, but still asked, "How are you going to prove it? And do you even have that kind of ability?"

“How will you know if you don’t try?” Wan Qi spread his hands. He was very interested in the fighting style of the mystic, so he took this opportunity to say directly, “Fight me, Sonnet.”

Mr. Apple, who had been floating around, suddenly dropped by more than half his height, probably because he was startled by Wan Qi's speech.

"Are you sure? My knowledge and experience tell me that this girl isn't exactly hot." This was a kind reminder from Apple.

"Is this going to be a duel? To be fair, let me ask you this: what level is this sonnet poet at your school?" Xingxiang looked at Virtin beside her.

“The first place in our year,” Wilting replied.

"Oh, good, you've picked a very good opponent. Good luck." Star Darts patted Wan Qi on the shoulder, but at the same time asked through his mental communication amulet: [Brother, are you serious? Don't be reckless.]

"I think I'm pretty strong."

Wan Qi had no experience fighting against other people, but he had experience fighting against his own corpse.

During those long and tedious years in the Red Sea, Wan Qi, while exploring necromancy, placed sparring with himself at a strategic level of "passing the time." Since he wouldn't die no matter how reckless he was, Wan Qi always went all out in every modification and battle, fully demonstrating that real men are ruthless towards themselves.

When programming the necromantic bacteria, Wan Qi added a lot of random variables. Later, he even went so far as to randomly add bugs. As long as it worked, bugs didn't matter. Necromantic creatures in this overloaded state were quite uncontrollable and extremely dangerous, but they were very suitable for fighting to the death with oneself.

The only problem is that Wan Qi is used to going all out, and it would be bad if something unexpected happened. So the duel rules have to be limited. It's just a reverse safety test, and there's no need to fight to the death.

"Alright, I accept your challenge, Si Chen, please be our referee." As a top student, Sonnet has his own pride.

“Okay.” Virtue nodded.

She personally didn't want things to turn out this way, but she also admitted that Vanchi's methods were indeed very persuasive. Now all she could do was hope that Vanchi would win and that the situation wouldn't deteriorate to the point of being unmanageable.

The most crucial variable here is Wan Qi himself.

Virtue was well aware of the power of sonnets, but Wanzie's information was still a question mark for her.

Xingdi said to Wilting via team voice chat: "Apple and I will be keeping an eye on things. If you feel things aren't going well, remember to give us a signal."

"Thank you, I will." Virtin adjusted his top hat.

The group stepped out of the box and chose a suitable open space as the competition venue.

After Wan Qi and Sonnet stood ten meters apart, Wan Qi gestured for them to proceed and said, "Ladies first."

"Be careful," Sonnet warned, then activated a mystical spell.

"Slackness will lead to the decay of the physical body."

As the sonnet was recited, the glass pen in her hand drew a line of text, which then rushed towards Wan Qi.

This is a fighting style based on mysticism, and it looks very mysterious.

Section 8: Necromancers and Mystics

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The sonnet emitted nearly tangible letters, and at the moment of its activation, Wan Qi clearly felt a change in the sonnet's emotion, as if it had become more intense.

Is there still a connection between mysticism and emotions?

Just then, the words hit Wan Qi and bounced off.

Mental Magic - Resilience Shield.

Simply put, it means making one's mental energy extremely resilient, forming a defensive structure similar to a non-Newtonian fluid. Since mental energy itself is difficult to observe directly, it feels like an attack hitting an invisible barrier and then ricocheting.

Wan Qi blinked, waiting for the next part.

This scene surprised everyone, and Sonnet's expression became noticeably more serious.

"Sloth leads to physical decay, and they often used this as a warning to the world."

The power was clearly stronger than last time, but the effect...

No penetration!

If this was an accident, and the first two were coincidences, then there must be a third time, right?

This sonnet poem has brought attention and emotion to their peak. From Wan Qi's perspective, under the observation of spiritual perception, the sonnet poem is like a volcano about to erupt, with powerful energy gathering.

Because it was the first time he had directly observed a battle between mystics, Wan Qi meticulously recorded every detail.

Those powers related to the occult seem similar to my own yet different. I call mine magic, but what do they call theirs? They can't exactly call it divine power, can they?

“Sloth leads to the decay of the body, and they often use this as a warning to the world, but it has little effect.”

The sonnet attack came again, this time a strike she was absolutely all-out in.

Both Virtin and Xingdi were on tenterhooks. Apple didn't have hands, but the fact that he was floating motionless proved how nervous he was.

However, after Wan Qi's easy passages the previous two times, Virtin decided not to make a move.

The attack came in an instant, and then...

It bounced off!

Well, it was deflected. Before Wan Qi could even continue observing, the sonnet's attack was repelled by his incredibly resilient mental strength, and the nearby trees were caught in the crossfire (Trees: Feed me peanuts!).

The atmosphere at the scene became visibly awkward.

Wan Qi felt this wasn't quite right. After all, the girl was a young woman, and as a man from Northeast China, he felt he should offer her a way out, so he took the initiative to ask, "Is there anything else?"

To be clear beforehand, Wan Qi meant no harm, but when these words reached Sonnet's ears, they were automatically translated as: "Try harder! Is that all you're capable of, you little fry?"

"Compassion is the nourishment of loyalty, of course, it should only be given occasionally."

This is just a starting move; the real big move is definitely coming.

"The time has come; night is approaching!"

The next second, it was as if stars had fallen to earth. The scene was so beautiful that Wan Qi wanted to take a picture and save it.

In contrast, previous attacks were only at the level of individual weapons, but this time it has been upgraded to heavy artillery bombardment.

But as the smoke cleared, Wan Qi looked at the large crater around him and himself, standing perfectly intact in the same spot, and he and the others fell into deep thought.

Could it be that the law of "no harm even with smoke" also applies in the real world?

The sonnet was at a loss for words to express its feelings, standing there somewhat helplessly.

Wan Qi just stood there and let her hit him the whole time, and she still couldn't do any damage. Even if you forced him to lose a little bit of health, that would have been fine.

"Did you figure out how he (Wanqi) defended himself?" Xingdi asked Wilting on the telepathic communication channel.

"It seems to be mental energy," Veltin offered his assessment.

In this regard, Apple is a master, so he gave the same assessment: "It's a mental strength with extremely high resilience and intensity, and Wan Qi's control is also... terrifying."

Xingdi looked at Apple and exclaimed in surprise, "[They actually used 'terrifying' to describe it.]"

Apple replied: "Mental strength sounds magical, but everyone actually possesses it. It's just that different people express their mental strength in different ways. However, to train to this level, I find it hard to imagine how rigorous and cruel the training must be to achieve such amazing results. After all, the ability to gather and materialize one's mental strength is a trait possessed by only a very few exceptionally gifted individuals."

If Wan Qi heard Apple's analysis, he would definitely smile and say: "It's a small problem. You'll get used to it after dying a few more times."

That's the true value of breaking through limits, but I can revive indefinitely.

Although the mental communication amulet was given by Wan Qi, it wasn't some rogue nation with military bases all over the world, covering an area of ​​937 million square kilometers, with a total population of 3.35 million, that called itself the world's policeman and liked to spy on other countries' secrets. There were no backdoors left on it.

This is absolutely not intended to refer specifically to the United States; feel free to take it personally.

To be honest, Virtue was very surprised.

In the battles of the mystics, there are many kinds of loopholes and strange rules and defenses, because tricks can really achieve the effect of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds. However, no matter what industry, pure brute force is the most overpowered existence. This represents the victory of an entire system, and a solid foundation means that the opponent can play more tricks.

It's good that special forces soldiers can switch careers to become athletes, but try asking an athlete to switch careers to become a special forces soldier.

It's not that it's impossible, but that very few people can do it; that's the advantage of having a solid foundation.

Now Wan Qi has demonstrated this advantage. When he can use his mental energy as a non-Newtonian fluid, it means that he can also turn his mental energy into Cthulhu's tentacles.

At least for sonnets, Wan Qi is a seriously advanced question.

You can add challenging problems to the end of the college entrance exam math paper to test geniuses, but you can't expect college entrance exam takers to answer Goldbach's Conjecture for you on the exam paper.

Solving a sonnet is like a high school student encountering a world-class mathematical problem—if you can't do it, you simply can't.

"I lost. I didn't receive enough training."

Despite the frustration of the defeat, Sonnet acknowledged her failure; she truly had no way to deal with Wan Qi's tortoise shell, which was beyond her current capabilities.

"You did very well."

Virtin stepped forward and patted Sonnet on the shoulder, the latter blushing slightly and clearly in better spirits.

She's such an easy girl to coax, or rather, her ease of coaxing is limited to being coaxed by Virtue.

At this moment, Wan Qi walked over to Sonnet and asked, "Did you release the mysterious spell just now through a special medium, or can you use any medium?"

Wan Qi asked very seriously, but Sonnet found it inexplicable.

Isn't it common sense that mystical arts use a medium to cast spells? What's the big deal?

But their recent exchange made her re-evaluate the boy before her, and she subconsciously felt that there was a deeper meaning behind his question.

“Yes, different mystics need their own mediums when they cast spells or perform rituals. Mine is this glass pen, which can be used for writing and is also my staff.”

This was different from the magic system Wan Qi was familiar with. In the memories of that nameless necromancer, a mage's spellcasting requirements were quite arbitrary, and the mediums were varied. Of course, different mediums contained different amounts of magic power; you couldn't expect to draw a forbidden spell with a pee. But overall, there weren't many restrictions.

In other words, the magicians over there have their own standardized system, but the mystics here still rely on a human-centered, handcrafted approach.

Wan Qi then asked, "Is your occult magic related to emotions?"

Sonnet nodded: "By creating an emotional resonance with poetry, the power of ritual can be amplified and uplifting effect, but such poems are not easy to find. I wish I could know a poet."