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"Oh, right, do you remember the way you took me to the library earlier? Actually, that wasn't the shortest route. The shortest route is another one, near our place..."

"Stop talking, stop talking." Yarman's face was flushed red, his tail was spinning wildly like a propeller, his fur stood on end, and his cat ears were twitching from time to time.

He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. This was incredibly embarrassing, like being instructed in witchcraft by the Witch King, explaining Yan Kingdom politics to the Grand Tutor of Yan Kingdom, and teaching Kal'tsit how to cure diseases.

Of course, that's not all. The most crucial thing is that after he finished explaining, they revealed their true colors and began pointing out every single mistake in his words.

This is so embarrassing that you feel like committing suicide on the spot.

"Please, stop talking." Yarman was completely deflated, like a frostbitten eggplant. He leaned against Mostima and pleaded softly, "Stop talking, I was wrong."

Seeing that Yarman had finally softened, Mostima smiled with satisfaction. She patted his fluffy head and gently comforted him, "Okay, I won't say anything more."

We can't push too hard; we have to take it one step at a time.

“…Then tell me, what do we do next?” Yarman decisively handed over the decision to her. He didn’t want to continue in this awkward situation, and Mostima was indeed stronger than him now.

Mostima was pleased to see that Yarman was finally no longer ignoring her and completely ignoring her. He ignored her and always left her behind, treating her like a pet that needed protection.

Take this opportunity to let him experience his own feelings; this is the only way to change his stubborn mindset!

This is just the beginning; the best is yet to come!

This shows how energetic they are!

Chapter 145: Yarman's Life-Size Figurine

Standing in front of a bookshelf, Yarman closed a heavy book, closed his eyes slightly, the magical light in his eyes dissipated, he opened his eyes, and exhaled a breath of stale air, "Phew~~~ Finished reading! I feel like I've got it."

Listening to Yarman's Lycanthrope with a Lycanthrope accent, Mostima looked at him and teased, "Your Lycanthrope is really interesting!"

“Your Lateran-style summary isn’t bad either!” Yarman retorted.

"..."×2

"Hahahahaha!" ×2

After staring at each other for a moment, the two burst into laughter. They couldn't quite explain what they were laughing at, but they just found it funny, perhaps because of their accents.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough playing. What are we going to do next?” Mostima asked Yarman with a smile.

Yarman turned to look at the sparsely populated book section not far away, pointed to the sign and said, "I want to go there... to see the Originium Magic section. The magic here should be different from what we have back home."

"Let's go take a look then," Mostima said casually. What they put out are mostly basic Originium Arts textbooks. The truly advanced spells are never released. Putting aside the possibility of them being stolen, beginners could easily kill themselves by practicing the contents.

Originium Arts is not like mathematics, physics, or linguistics, which are the most advanced subjects in those disciplines. At most, you can't even understand them by looking at them. Originium Arts is a discipline that places great emphasis on practice!

This is why introductory spellbooks are generally over 500 pages long. Every point needs to be explained clearly, and there absolutely cannot be any "reader verification" sections. Readers are lucky if they consult books to verify things; most just fill in the gaps with their own imagination, leading to all sorts of strange problems…

In the end, it's a good thing that the spells you train are less efficient. Most of the time, you either get Oripathy or the spells go out of control and explode, eventually killing or maiming yourself.

As everyone knows, the ideas of those beginners can be incredibly imaginative.

As summer vacation approached, Yarman looked around, picked up a large book, and flipped through it. "It looks like a beginner's textbook. Let me see... what is this even about!"

"What's wrong?" Mostima moved closer to him and asked, looking at the book in his hand.

Yarman placed the book in front of her. "Look, what's written here says that you don't need to learn any magic. You just need to constantly train your instincts and learn various theories to successfully learn Originium Arts. Does he think everyone is a genius? That they can learn the theory and then put it into practice?"

“Well… I think it’s alright.” Mostima frowned slightly and offered a different opinion. “The key is to see what direction they’re heading in. At Lateran School, we’re constantly training our instincts until we’re proficient at firing guns, and then we’re awarded guns.”

"...?!"

What kind of expression is that?

“I’m just surprised by how outdated the teaching methods are at Lateran School.” Yarman shook his head with disdain, as if he looked down on Lateran. “Even the most backward elementary schools in Letania don’t use such crude and rudimentary teaching methods.”

Looking at Yarman, Mostima slowly crossed her arms and asked in return, "Then how do you teach?"

“Then naturally we should start with instinct, and then begin learning simple spells. With theory, examples, and practice, we can quickly become quite proficient!” Yarman raised his head slightly and said proudly, “I am unworthy to have contributed to the great progress of this system!”

"You're really amazing!"

“Of course!” Yarman nodded happily, then sighed, “Actually, this is a last resort. These kids who have just learned a little bit of Originium Arts all like to show off. The most basic spell shaping is not difficult and they can easily learn it, but it is also very dangerous.”

"So we might as well teach them some harmless spells and guide them in the right direction to show off. This will not only speed up their practice and cultivate their interest, but also reduce the risk of hurting others."

"If I'm not mistaken, things probably aren't going to be very peaceful at Laterano's schools!"

Hearing this, Mostima nodded. She suddenly thought of Exusiai, a god who was sent off by the school and whose fame spread throughout Laterano.

“Yes, that’s why it’s necessary to guide them to learn some harmless and simple spells,” Yarman said earnestly. Although in the hands of some people, even harmless little spells can have amazing effects, such as using music spells to create strange noises to scare people in the middle of the night.

"You seem to know a lot about these things."

"Because my past mundane job was teaching Originium Arts." Yarman glanced at the book in his hand, put it back, and brushed the dust off his hands. "I guess I've done some research."

"Speaking of which, I promised the Doctor I'd give a lecture to the kids at Rhodes Island, but I still haven't gone there," Yarman said, shaking his head helplessly. "I've been too busy lately."

“By the way, how are things in the other worlds lately?” Mostima suddenly asked.

Yarman gave her a strange look. "Why are you suddenly interested in this? I glanced at it before and saw that they've started using crooked methods to advance the world. I haven't looked at it since. I've been busy with the Dream Realm and haven't had time to deal with these things."

“Alright, we don’t need to read these books anymore.” Yarman looked at Mostima. “Where are we going?”

"Aren't you going to make a decision?"

"I'll listen to you now." Yarman looked at her sincerely and said, "I was really wrong. I know what you mean. In the future, if anything happens, we can discuss it together, okay?"

"..."

Looking at Yarman, who was both worried and expectant, Mostima paused for a moment, then stepped forward and took his hand. "I just want you to know that I am Mostima, not a canary."

"……I see!"

“Since we’re not reading anymore, let’s go.” Mostima led Yarman outside, saying as they walked, “I just looked around the city and found an interesting place.”

"Where?"

“There’s a place here with a large number of people and a very strong energy reaction,” Mostima said as they walked. “They seem to have formed an organization specifically to manage sorcerers.”

"Let's go over there and see if we can get some money."

"also."

Yarman followed Mostima in the northwest direction. Soon, the two arrived in front of a huge Gothic black building, with mysterious lights constantly flowing through the gaps in the building.

Astonishing magical energy permeated the surroundings, and the power to disrupt the entire city was particularly concentrated here. Under the interference of that power, the place became a divided extreme.

On the one hand, the energy reaction is terrifying; once released, it could destroy the entire city. On the other hand, it is firmly confined inside the building and cannot get out at all.

Looking at the sign on the building, Yarman read aloud, "Flushing Higher Originium Mage Association! Sounds pretty professional. I wonder how many mages it has and what they research."

"Hmm...it's probably a biological entity, or witchcraft."

"Huh?! Why?"

"Because there's a life-size figurine of you by the gate."

"..."

Chapter 146: Terra Version of Armament Haki and Sword Intent

As he walked to the building's entrance, Yarman looked at the lifelike sculpture of himself before him. He crossed his arms and carefully examined the sculpture, which was much taller than him, nodding in satisfaction. "Actually, the sculpture is quite well done, except the face is a bit too angular."

Hearing his words, Mostima stepped forward, grasped his chin, turned his face to face her, and gently touched his face with her hand. She said doubtfully, "Aren't you quite clear-headed now too?"

“That’s because you haven’t seen the real person now.” Yarman shook his head and said with a touch of sadness, “He has been in the laboratory for almost a hundred years to build that stellar server. His current state can’t be described as radiant, but it can be described as lifelike.”

Is he in a bad situation right now?

"Well, in order to finish as soon as possible, he connected his core to the laboratory computer and used the core as a processor to write the server's energy circuit. And he has been doing this for more than a hundred years."

After thinking about the scene for a moment, Mostima nodded seriously, "Then he's now a wet piece."

“Pretty much.” Yarman nodded, pointing to the sculpture in front of him. “He’s all swollen up now, he’s nowhere near as beautiful as this sculpture.”

"Then what is he now..."

Just as the two were pointing at the sculpture and talking, the building's doors suddenly opened, and a humanoid creature dressed in a moon-white robe, holding a long staff, but with a very young appearance, walked out. The three eyes on his head were all fixed on the two of them, as if observing them.

"..."×3

“You are…” Yarman looked at the genderless, three-eyed man before him and calmly explained, “We saw the Originium Mage Association written here and wanted to come and take a look…”

“I can tell you two are both powerful Originium Mage. Please come in with me.” The three-eyed man smiled and stepped aside, inviting the two inside. “Please come in.”

The two exchanged a glance and walked into the building together.

Walking ahead, the three-eyed man smiled and explained, "You two don't need to be so reserved. The fact that you were able to sense our association and come here on your own means that you are both excellent Originium Mage. Ordinary Originium Mage, or mages from other fields, would not be able to find our association."

Hearing his words, Mostima glanced at Yarman beside her and asked curiously, "Are there any other sorcerers who go in other directions around here?"

“Yes, it’s over there.” The three-eyed man stopped, raised his staff and pointed in a direction. He said with a mixture of disdain and annoyance, “It’s about 500 meters directly opposite our association. But they’ve set up a repelling array, so those who don’t meet the requirements can’t find them at all.”

"A banishing magic array?"

"Yes, it's a magic circle that prevents anyone other than authorized personnel from seeing or approaching it. It's mainly used to drive away irrelevant bystanders and annoying insects that are everywhere in the city."

"It's cockroaches, mosquitoes, rats, and the like, you know?" The three-eyed man shrugged and said helplessly, "If those things get in, it can cause unknown problems. The radiation level of the Originium here is too high."

The three continued walking forward and soon arrived at a large hall. The hall looked very understated, full of the style of a medieval village church, with a high ceiling of about twenty meters, ordinary wooden floors, and lanterns on the pillars emitting a bright orange-yellow light. Several oak tables were placed around it.

The sorcerers, exuding a subtle aura, sat in twos and threes around the table, chatting and occasionally glancing furtively in the direction of the two before resuming their conversation.

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes. Something was wrong with this place. Not to mention that they couldn't hear what the sorcerers were saying, there were also those Originium lamps!

He had never seen such a calm Originium lamp before, so calm that there wasn't even any Originium fluctuation!

Seeing the two stop, the three-eyed man smiled and asked them gently, "Why did you two stop? Come with me, let me help you with the formalities."

"The formalities... can wait a bit." Yarman slowly picked up his staff, and to the three-eyed man's astonishment, the tip of the staff shone with a dazzling light. "Let's take care of a small problem first!"

The spell, condensed into a single point, instantly exploded outwards, sending torrents of spells as thick as buckets crashing into the Originium lamps at the edge of the hall, turning the walls and lamps together into ashes.

"Ding-dong!"

A long, drawn-out bell rang in the hall, and the surrounding illusion instantly crumbled, revealing the hall in its original form. Although it was exactly the same as in the illusion, there were many more people there now.

Dispelling the spell from the tip of his staff, Yarman looked at the three-eyed man before him and said coldly, "You led us into an illusion. What is the meaning of this?"

Looking at the hostile Yarman before him, and Mostima who had taken off his staff, the three-eyed man bowed slightly to the two of them and said respectfully, "I did not know that you two had already reached the level of sages. Please forgive me."

"What you're doing isn't quite right," Mostima said, now somewhat angry. The black and white staffs swirled with the aura of time, and time in the hall began to distort.

"Ding~~~~!"

A crisp sound rang out from the doorway, instantly shattering Mostima's spell. The two turned around and saw a mage who was over two meters tall, holding a staff, with a long sword at his waist, and with ice-blue skin whose age was impossible to discern. He was smiling at the two and bowed to Mostima.

"Homage to you, Great Sage of Time from Another Land," the sorcerer said to her, then turned to Yarman and said, "Similarly, homage to you, Sage from Another Land."

The two exchanged another glance and bowed slightly to the man. Clearly, this person was also an extremely powerful individual. Although they didn't know what "sage" meant, it was probably a classification of a sorcerer's strength.

Looking at the two men, he smiled and said, "Please come with me to my office for a chat." With that, he turned and left the hall.

The two hesitated for a moment, then followed. After they left, the hall erupted into a frenzy, like a boiling pot of oil, with everyone discussing what had just happened.

The three of them arrived at the highest point of the building, one after the other. The sorcerer stepped forward, gently pushed open the door, and smiled at the two of them, saying, "Welcome to the Flushing Originium Sorcerer Association. Please come in."

The three entered the office, the door closing automatically. Reaching the desk, the sorcerer looked at the two opposite him, his smile unchanged. "You two seem to have many questions. Is there anything I can help you with?"

“I have a question,” Yarman said, pointing to the black longsword at his waist. “This sword of yours is…”

"Just an ordinary steel sword." The sorcerer took the longsword down and placed it on the table. "The only difference is that it has been tempered by my enhanced bio-energy and sword intent."

"...Huh?!" Yarman was stunned. Enhanced bio-energy? Sword intent? What is this?

Isn't this Terra? This art style is off!

“This is it.” The sorcerer drew his longsword and exerted a little force. A pure black energy surged from his body, enveloping the longsword and his hand, emitting a dull glow under the Originium lamp.

At the same time, an extremely sharp energy fluctuation, seemingly capable of dismantling everything, emanated from him.

"This is enhanced bio-energy and sword intent."

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Chapter 147: You come from other planets, right?

Looking at the sorcerer opposite them, Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance. He was extremely shocked. He did know that the original body had introduced the laws of the One Piece world, but he did not expect that it would be localized so quickly and that it would be available for large-scale use!

The most amazing thing is that the first place to popularize it was not Terra, but the Life Emperor!

Seeing the two shocked people opposite him, the mage smiled and sheathed his longsword. He explained gently, "To put it simply, this thing is still in the category of magic. It's just that instead of Originium energy, it extracts energy from one's own body. Sword intent is actually similar to cutting spells."