Doomsday Code

The magic bell for class rang, and all the students found their seats and sat down. On the desk in front of each of them was a set of magic materials.

Chen Cheng looked at the materials on his desk: two crystal-like cylinders, some unknown special powder in a box, and a brush.

When he saw the brush, his eyes were dazed for a moment. He actually saw such a thing in this world. The pens that he knew people in this world used to write were mostly from the Middle Ages in the West.

They were either carbon sticks clamped by cork or ink dipped in bird feathers. This was the first time he had seen ancient Chinese writing tools.

When Isabel, who was sitting at the podium, saw that no students were late, she started her lecture without any further ado.

She picked up a transparent crystal in front of her and held it up for everyone to see, then began to explain:

“This is a magic crystal. You are all apprentice magicians now, and you do not have enough magic energy in your bodies to support you in casting magic. The great magician Kumbu has been researching for several years and finally developed this crystal that can store magic.

Now you just need to remember the outlines of the magic corridor and the magic array, and you can use the magic crystals in your hands to release an equal amount of magic."

Then Isabelle introduced other magical materials.

"This is the powder made from the gallbladder of a second-level fire spirit snake. It is the main material for outlining basic fire magic. And this is the starfire petal..."

Most of the materials that Isabel introduced were used to outline primary fire magic arrays and corridors on magic crystals.

After explaining these materials and everyone understood what these things were used for, Isabelle began to teach everyone how to outline magic arrays and corridors.

"Okay, let's start by sketching the simplest magic, the fireball magic. The pattern of this magic is very simple, and there is only one magic corridor. Students must look carefully."

Then everyone's eyes turned to the movements in Isabelle's hands.

She picked up the magic crystal, and then used a brush made of fine gale wolf hair to apply ink made from a unique mixture of deep sea anemone cuttlefish ink and fire snake gall powder, and then she began to draw on the surface of the magic crystal.

When she finished drawing the last stroke, everyone saw that the originally black ink glowed red and instantly turned into a fiery red color. At the same time, a shape with red flames appeared inside the colorless magic crystal.

Isabelle let everyone look at the magic crystal in her hand, then she held the magic crystal in her hand and began to chant the magic spell of the little fireball in a low voice.

When she finished the spell, a small fireball was released directly from her hand, and then the magic crystal in her hand turned into ashes after the magic inside it was exhausted.

After the demonstration, Isabelle drew on the blackboard an enlarged version of the magic patterns and corridors of the elementary fireball spell she had just performed.

The second generation, who came from aristocratic or wealthy business backgrounds, were not surprised by this. What they were most curious about was Isabel's method of drawing magic.

But Chen Cheng didn't think about these. In his opinion, these were just techniques. What he cared about was his previous speculation about magic.

Although he didn't know the energy conversion equation, what was happening before his eyes told him that his guess was correct, and magic also obeyed the law of conservation of energy.

Otherwise, Ishabel would not have said that the magic released was equal to the magic energy stored in the crystal.

Although it was confirmed that magic must also obey the law of conservation of energy, he had more doubts in his heart.

For example, how this magic achieves the conversion of different energies without any loss in the process. He has never seen this kind of technology in his previous life at least.

There are also a series of questions in various aspects, such as why people in this world have reached such a level of energy utilization, but their social civilization is still so backward.

After the demonstration, Isabel began to let the students pick up the magic crystals in front of them and practice outlining the patterns on her blackboard, while she began to give guidance to the students.

Finier beside Chen Cheng was very interested in this. She also wanted to see herself using this magic crystal to release small fireballs like Teacher Isabel.

She held the magic crystal in one hand and began to draw the magic pattern corridor with the other hand. When she inadvertently saw Chen Cheng beside her in a daze, she did not forget to push him to indicate that he should pay attention in class.

Chen Cheng was motionless, just in a daze and looked thoughtful from time to time. His behavior soon attracted Isabel's attention.

Although she was very gentle when explaining in class, her military habits also deeply influenced her. When she saw Chen Cheng daydreaming in class, her pretty face instantly turned cold.

"Student, is there something you don't understand? Or did the teacher not explain it in detail enough? Why are you still standing there in a daze?"

At this time, Chen Cheng was shocked by the military aura of Isabel and withdrew from the brainstorming session.

But when he picked up the magic crystal in front of him and prepared to draw, he felt uncomfortable all over. Seeing his hesitation, Isabel became more and more angry, and the other students couldn't help laughing when they saw this.

They all knew that Chen Cheng was a slave. If it weren't for Teacher Melinda, they would have mocked Chen Cheng for overestimating his own abilities.

Finier, who was sketching carefully at the side, felt humiliated, but she was praying silently for Chen Cheng in her heart, hoping that Chen Cheng would not be kicked out of the classroom by Isabel because of daydreaming.

But what no one expected was that Chen Cheng asked:

"Teacher, why can we draw this pattern on this crystal that contains magical energy and activate the energy inside the crystal and transform it into flame?

And is the energy conversion rate in this process 100% without any loss?"

Chen Cheng's question shocked everyone, and then he was greeted with a burst of laughter from all the students. Fei Nier beside him couldn't help it either. She was really afraid that Chen Cheng would be driven away, so she quickly said:

"You are such an idiot. Teacher Melinda just said in class that magic comes from the God of Magic. These magic patterns and corridors are naturally the marks of the God of Magic. As long as we follow these marks, we can communicate with the magic power and use magic.

And what about loss? Why do you ask such a strange question? Why does it have to be lost? "

Chen Cheng naturally knew this explanation, but it was obviously a religious argument, which was an unacceptable reason for Chen Cheng, a scholar studying science in the 21st century.

Because this will make people appear stupid and have no thoughts of their own, but instead attribute everything to God. In that case, the driving force for progress in human society will be suppressed and eliminated.

What he wanted to know most was the law of energy conversion. Perhaps the people here didn't know what the energy equation was, but Chen Cheng believed that their understanding of magic was definitely not just a God-given theory, otherwise this magic crystal would not have been researched.

However, Isabel glanced coldly at the many students. After seeing Isabel's eyes, these guys all changed their faces and turned around to continue doing their own things.

Although Isabel was not a noble, she used to be a member of the Royal Guards. She had a wide network of contacts. Even if they were beaten up, their father would not dare to come to the academy to cause trouble for Isabel.

After stopping everyone's laughter, Isabel looked at Chen Cheng and said in a cold tone:

“To know this is simple, you must sketch a perfect little fireball magic crystal before the get out of class ends.

Oh, I forgot to remind you that the get out of class is almost over, you have to speed up, and you only have one chance."

Chen Cheng looked at the magic crystal that was about to take shape in Finier's hand, then looked at his own magic crystal that he had not yet started working on, and then recalled the picture that Isabel had just sketched, and he began to write.

Moreover, the task assigned by Isabelle in this class tests students' memory the most. The magic power they need to outline the magic array patterns is provided by the magic crystal.

For a scientific researcher like Chen Cheng, a good memory is a standard requirement. As a designer, drawing is also a basic skill for him.

With the memory clear in his mind, he wrote with a few quick strokes. Under Isabel's somewhat surprised gaze, he used less than a minute to perfectly outline the magic patterns and corridors of the small fireball, and there was not a single mistake in the lines.

At this time, Finier beside him had also finished drawing the last stroke, and she also let out a cry of joy.

Before Chen Cheng could feel the energy in the magic crystal flowing along with his strokes while drawing the magic pattern, Ishabel, who had been beside him, took the magic crystal and said:

"Student Finier is great. You are the first student in all my years of teaching who can perfectly outline the magic pattern corridor of the small fireball in one go."

"But come to my office after class."

However, before Chen Cheng could be happy for Finier, Isabel beside him spoke to him coldly.

The other students were gloating over Chen Cheng's misfortune. It was Finier's fault for having such a big face.

However, only Finier who was beside Chen Cheng knew how powerful Chen Cheng was just now. Although the little fireball did not have many magic pattern corridors, that was only for a professional magician like Teacher Isabel.

But for rookies like them, it was a complex and varied magic array. It was definitely not something that a young man could finish sketching in a very short time, except for a beautiful genius like her.