Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

Author: Ke Yue

Summary:

The magic network is beyond saving.

Ever since Latis transmitted the first indescribable abstract spell on the magic network, the pure magic network of the past has been gone forever!

The monks shouted and clamored, strongly urging the Goddess Church to punish him, insisting that this muscular and immoral monk be sentenced to one hundred years of imprisonment without a wife and stripped of his monk powers for life.

Even goddesses have a hard time.

"His magical network access is higher than mine. Am I the goddess or is he? Oh no... I've become a substitute?!"

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In the second year of the new calendar in the Kingdom of Norard, Latis, who had long coveted the goddess of magic, finally succeeded.

He proclaimed, "Warriors will never be slaves," and became the new goddess of magic.

[Simulator/Abstract Fun/Multiple Heroines Pure Romance]

Chapter 1 A Red Dragon Descends from the Sky

A mature woman dressed in priestly attire sits on a wide chair, legs crossed, looking at you. What do you choose?

[A. Tell your tragic story to gain sympathy; B. Proclaim your innocence; C. Turn around and run away at top speed; D. Kneel down and kiss her feet to show your loyalty.]

"I know the answer to this question, so I'll choose D!"

"Latis shouted with righteous indignation, his eyes fixed on the simulator's panel, his overwhelming sense of conviction soaring to the sky."

[You knelt down on one knee with unwavering resolve, cradling the priestess's warm, delicate feet clad in stockings, secretly delighted... no, with a death-defying resolve, you kissed the instep of her feet and swore your loyalty to her.]

"No, not there!" The priestess stood up in surprise. Just when you thought she had finally decided to spare your life, she raised her hands high, connecting to the magic network, once again demonstrating her status as a high-ranking mage: it was a sixth-circle spell—Disintegrate!

[The dark green dissociation light pierced your body, and you felt an indescribable pain. In less than a second, your body had turned into a clump of inconspicuous dust. You were dead.]

[This simulation has ended. Proceeding to the settlement screen...]

[Evaluation: A meaningless and short life! You were a complete idiot until the very end, not even as good as a goblin from the Dragon Horn Mountains! Your only moment of glory was touching the foot of a high-ranking mage—the closest you ever came to magic!]

You have obtained 0 drops of Goddess's Water, current balance: 0

You can redeem your currency from the following options:

1. Items obtained by myself in this simulation (none at the moment).

2. Skills learned in this simulation (none yet).

3. All memories from this simulation (Value: 1).

"How could he be dead again!" Latis's eyes widened as he clutched his body and howled. It took him a while to recover from the pain of being dismembered. He gasped for breath and muttered in frustration:

"How can I successfully complete a simulation?"

"What? Another one died? Mysterious friend, what are you muttering about this time?"

A cold, low voice came from not far away. Latis patted his face to come back to his senses and looked at the cell next door.

In the dim light of the setting sun filtering through the iron bars, a thin figure dressed in a long robe and wearing a hood could be seen huddled in the corner. He looked over as if he had just been awakened by Latis, yawning.

That was his cellmate next door, a half-elf who claimed to be an old-school mage and whose personality did indeed seem a bit rigid.

“…You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.” Latis was about to explain, but then lost interest in talking. He casually waved away the simulation panel, which was not worth calculating, and lay down in the haystack with a look of utter despair.

"Hey." The hooded man leaned against the corner of the wall and weakly straightened up, revealing his thin chin. "How do you know if I understand or not if you don't tell me?"

“Those who understand don’t need an explanation, and those who don’t understand, why bother explaining?” Latis sighed, then turned his back to the hooded man.

"..."

The hooded man's mind went blank for a moment. He silently raised his handcuffed hands from his robe, scratched his head, and then laboriously put his hands back on the ground. The heavy shackles struck the ground with a thud.

“Friend, you must also be a death row inmate, right?” the hooded man asked. “I’ve seen you’ve been here for five days now. Under the new policies of the Kingdom of Norard, apart from death row inmates, they are usually detained for a maximum of five days before being taken out for labor reform. You haven’t been out yet, so your identity is self-evident.”

Seeing that Latis didn't react, the hooded man chuckled dryly, arched his back, and laboriously pushed the shackles closer, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Friend, please talk to me, friend, is it because—"

"Blasphemy." Latis, unable to bear the half-elf's clamor, turned back and lay on his back, gazing at the dim sky outside the window, lost in memories.

Five days ago, he was a young man living in a small town in the 21st century, leading a miserable 996 life, shuttling between his company and dormitory. One sweltering summer night, having just finished overtime, he planned to watch an episode of the Shit-Egg Express to amuse his weary mind. However, a sudden onset of tenosynovitis pain caused him to lose his grip, and his brick-like phone smashed into his face. He instantly lost consciousness, his last memory being the enormous nostrils of a gorilla rapidly approaching…

"Friend, friend?"

The hoarse voice made Latis instinctively flinch. He looked up and saw the hooded man pressed against the iron bars, repeatedly asking:

"Are you also a blasphemer? Have you applied for a reconsideration?"

Latis straightened up, opened his mouth, and was about to ask what the "also" meant when fragments of his predecessor's memories suddenly flooded his mind. He painfully watched again the scene of his predecessor being arrested by the guards in front of the huge statue of the goddess of magic, his hands covered in latex. He slapped his face and said sadly:

"I died a worthy death..."

"A worthy death?"

The hooded man remained silent for a long while, then said, puzzled:

"I simply can't fathom how someone who isn't even a magic apprentice could commit such a blasphemous crime..."

"They even dare to communicate in private! How audacious!"

A domineering shout suddenly rang out. Latis looked in the direction of the footsteps and saw a guard in armor carrying a tattered basket walking quickly towards him. He dropped the basket, letting two pieces of black bread fall onto the dirty ground, and then suddenly drew his sheathed longsword, which pierced through the iron bars and struck the thin hooded man.

The hooded man was knocked to the ground, weakly coughing up a mouthful of blood, curling up and groaning in pain.

"You lowly commoner!" The guard coldly sheathed his sword, grinding the black bread on the ground with his foot, and sneered at the hooded man:

"Hey, remnant of the Herod family, I have some good news for you: your execution date has been set!"

The guard, seeing the magical fluctuations emanating from the hooded man, was startled and instinctively took a step back. Then, remembering that the man was already handcuffed with magic-suppressing shackles, he relaxed and shook his head, saying:

"You should be grateful that it was the lord himself who captured you, allowing you to survive until now. But in just two days, you will be able to meet your dead people!"

He then looked at Latis, who was sitting obediently on the ground, and sneered:

"Behave yourself! The lord's red dragon won't mind an extra meal!"

"Sigh, I'm probably the most pathetic transmigrator ever." As the guards walked away, Latis thought pessimistically to himself. He approached the railing and picked up the mud-covered black bread. "Even some nobody can humiliate me like this, even the simulator called me inferior to a goblin. It's too much! Remember, fortunes change..."

"Damn it...damn it!"

A suppressed voice of anger suddenly rang out. Latis looked to the side and saw the hooded man kneeling on the ground, desperately trying to break free of the shackles on his hands, but in the end he only managed to cut a bloody mark on his wrist in vain.

He stared intently in the direction the guards had left, his blood-stained canine teeth unconsciously biting his pale lips, his whole body trembling.

Latis paused, patted his knees, stood up, tore off the crust of the black bread, broke off a piece, leaned over the railing, reached out and stuffed it directly into the hooded man's mouth, saying nonchalantly:

"Hey you... don't be too angry, anyway, he'll be dead in a couple of days."

"Ugh... Ugh! What?" The hooded man bit into the bread unexpectedly and looked at Latis in confusion.

"Food is the foundation of life. Just eat well and we'll see." Latis waved the hard bread crumb in his hand.

The hooded man stared at the still-dirty black bread for a while, sighed, knelt down, and gently raised his head to bite into the bread crumb, which was as hard as sawdust.

……

The night outside the window grew darker.

Latis rested his hands behind his head, glanced at the hooded man who was already asleep in the next cell, and raised his hand to look at the necklace in his hand.

The silver necklace had a strangely shaped metal ring with a light blue gemstone set in the center, making it look somewhat like an eye.

The poor half-elf had been listless ever since he learned of his execution date. Just now, before going to sleep, he had Latis remove the necklace from his body, saying it was an ancestral treasure. Latis repeatedly told him to find an opportunity to throw it into the river so that the lord of Dragonhorn Lands wouldn't take it.

"Brother, you know I don't have many days left to live..."

Latis shook his head, put away the necklace that still retained its warmth, and activated the simulator panel.

【Dear Mr. Latis, welcome back to the Magic University Simulator!】

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[Atlantic time: Thursday night 11:59 PM]

Please select a simulation program.

Dimensional Journey (Not yet available)

【Path of the Sage (Today's attempts: 0/1)】

"After meeting that priestess, I always die no matter what I choose. I'm stuck..." Latis looked at the still grayed-out Dimensional Journey options with a troubled expression. "No, no, I have to be more positive. It's all about human effort. I have to live a more exciting life than a goblin!"

He chuckled nonchalantly, "At worst, they'll just carve 'A certain unnamed man surnamed La died from latex graffiti on the statue of the goddess of magic' on the monument to all the time travelers. No big deal!"

"A worthy death..." the hooded man muttered in his sleep, grinding his teeth as he barely managed to turn over.

Latis's smile froze instantly. He looked at the number of simulations that had been updated for the new day and quickly clicked on it.

You have chosen the path of the sage.

【Simulation starts】

[As usual, you idly spent seven days in prison. On the morning of your second Sunday in the continent of Atlantis, a red dragon fell from the sky, crushing the dark dungeon that bound you.]

Just as you were about to seize the opportunity to escape, the red dragon opened its eyes. Its golden, vertical pupils stared at you, and its immense power made you involuntarily lower your head.

Suddenly, Red Dragon turned her head in confusion and asked, "Wait a minute, where's my husband?"

Chapter 2 The High Priestess Descends from the Sky

"Why is it still going to unfold like this?!"

Latis covered his face and let out a mournful cry that was too painful to bear.

"Wife, I'm your husband! Wife, take me with you!" For reasons unknown, you said this to the red dragon.

"Simulator, please, please don't make me see this!" Latis painfully buried his head in the straw, but the constantly jumping text mercilessly pierced through his tightly closed eyelids and was directly imprinted in his mind.

"This...this isn't right, is it?" The red dragon hesitated for a moment, not attacking you, but lowering its head to sniff your scent. "You don't seem to have a staff...no, although you have a tiny staff, it's very small. My husband's staff is huge."

"What do you mean the staff is small?!" you scream internally, but outwardly you calmly say, "Oh, I misunderstood. My wife is called Bubble Fox Dragon; she's a bit more voluptuous than you."