Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 421 Change

Arrows can cause limited wounds. To kill someone directly without poison, one must target vital organs such as the head, neck, heart, and lungs.

Unless it's a sneak attack, or you're extremely lucky, or you make up for it with sheer numbers, these areas are naturally the focus of defense.

Therefore, the garden guards had not yet taken out any other weapons at this time; rather than attacking, they were using bows and arrows to restrict Yarrow's movements.

Yaro didn't know if the arrows were poisoned, and not wanting to get hurt, he had no choice but to sheathe his sword and return to defense.

Clang, clang, clang—!
Just as Yarog was deflecting the arrows, dozens of ghost orchids seemed to have received a command and suddenly launched an attack on the surrounding guards!
A mist of pollen sprayed out, vines twitched, and humanoid flowers flew out... This was not a battle, but a self-destructive act like moths to a flame.

Even so, the garden guards did not grant their request.

As if they were prepared, they ignored the hallucinogenic pollen, skillfully dodged the vines' attack, and retreated from the ghost orchid's attack range in just a few steps.

Then, ignoring the ghostly orchids trapped in place by their roots, which could only helplessly flailing their claws, he calmly looked at Yaro.

"Sir, please wait patiently, Lord Morton will be here shortly."

Unbeknownst to them, almost simultaneously, a surge of violent malice welled up within Yaro—kill them, kill them all!!!

For some reason, Yaro was able to clearly discern that this emotion did not originate from himself.

There seems to be a cognitive bias between consciousness and the body.

Its body barked wildly, like a mad dog going berserk.

Consciousness, however, is like a god high above, observing coldly from the sidelines.

The frenzied voices of the 'Thirty-Six Riders' echoed in his ears, only 'Big Ox' could still endure the pain and remind him: 'General...don't draw your sword...use a fireball!'

The feeling at that moment was truly magical!
There were actually three 'voices' in the entire consciousness space:
First, the thinking of the id.

Second, the 'Big Bull' was impacted by the residual human consciousness in the Ghost Orchid Garden.

Third, the 'Thirty-Six Riders' have gone mad after absorbing the remnants of countless wild beast souls.

So much so that Yaro couldn't help but wonder if he had 'schizophrenia'.

—And you know what, it really does look alike!
Everyone has inner thoughts and will evaluate any matter from multiple perspectives, ultimately arriving at their own conclusions.

However, schizophrenic individuals are completely unaware that those are their own thoughts, lacking a sense of control. Instead, they perceive those thoughts as someone talking to them and directing their actions.

Ultimately, it can drive a person completely insane.

Just like now, Da Niu is still explaining: "Once close combat begins, the body will activate combat mode... At the same time, the phantom poison of the Ghost Orchid within the body will erupt!"

Yaro's 'id consciousness' simultaneously guessed what Da Niu had said.

But now, the strangest thing is this.

Yaro was able to arrive at this conjecture, but he no longer intended to take action; he was currently processing the information within the consciousness space.

—The reason I acted so hastily before was because I found that my rationality was being influenced by the Ghost Orchid.

The situation is now more complicated, and since rationality has not continued to deteriorate, Yaro is naturally in no hurry.

But Da Niu failed to perceive any of these thoughts, and continued to say intermittently, "General... we can first throw fireballs to the right at the six o'clock position... there are many there, we can destroy them as much as possible..."

It's like a computer with two motherboards. Normally, they can only slightly improve the operating efficiency, but if one motherboard has a problem, the other motherboard can still run the computer normally.

Now, because external information keeps pouring in but fails to affect the other 'motherboard', the two contrasting sensations highlight this 'brain'.

Yaro raised his palm to his eyes, then controlled his fingers to clench one by one until he formed a complete fist.

“A normal ‘brain’ cannot directly control the body, but it can control a ‘chaotic’ brain, indirectly controlling the body… What is this? A self-aware god? A consciousness?” “General…?” Da Niu managed to squeeze out a word, as if he was somewhat confused.

"Can't the big shots perceive the ideas I'm using to think about this area?"

Yaro suddenly discovered a problem.

"Aren't Da Niu and the others personality images differentiated from my subconscious? My thoughts can easily shift between the two areas, so why can't theirs?"

In just a moment, Yarrow came up with a highly probable guess.

"This is the system space; the strange power that gave birth to Da Niu and others cannot invade this place!"

"Following this line of reasoning, doesn't it mean that there has always been a mysterious force maintaining the existence of Da Niu and the others?"

Yaro looked around.

"Who is doing this? And what is their purpose?"

All that could be seen was a sea of ​​white flowers and a few garden guards with calm expressions.

……No!

There's also a conspicuous wooden sign!

That wooden plaque, remarkably similar to the Fang Flag in the illusion, with its black background and red patterns depicting the Boone family crest and a wand design!

Furthermore, the pattern on the wand was actually glowing and dimming slowly, like a breathing light, releasing a deep, eerie fluorescence.

"General!" Da Niu cried out in anguish.

Yaro ignored him, staring intently at the wooden sign, muttering to himself, "What's that?"

For some reason, the bright red magic wand was exceptionally beautiful. It was as if Aro had seen a real angel, and all his swollen distracting thoughts vanished.

A sense of peace and comfort filled my heart, a feeling that I couldn't bear to leave.

In just a moment, the wand gradually blurred, enlarged, twisted and changed, transforming into a hazy, all-encompassing illusory serpent.

The phantom serpent continued to expand, thinning until it covered the entire field of vision, turning into nothingness.

The sky was still azure, the garden still pristine white, the grass still lush green, shimmering golden in the sunlight, the dark wooden sign deep and mysterious, its twisting red veins strikingly prominent…

Then, the colors began to separate.

It's like replaying the creative process of a beautiful oil painting in reverse.

The beautiful world begins to crumble, dreamlike and hazy.

As the colors faded away, only the supporting edges and corners remained, and the whole world turned into a pale, empty void.

Overlapping murmurs echoed from the void.

It was as if countless invisible people were praying for life, screaming, and wailing.

Yaro's body began to sway, and thin black smoke began to rise from his body. The faint sense of separation in his mind still maintained the last bit of rationality in his heart.

"What's wrong with me?"

When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

How could the Abyss tolerate the theft of its power?
Think about the aftereffects of using magic along the way. At first, just a trace of it would cause one to vomit blood, and the vomited blood would turn into a demon. As time went on, didn't it get lighter and lighter?
Purifying agent?
If the power of the abyss were so easy to perceive, it wouldn't be something that formal wizards would covet.

(End of this chapter)