【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

In fact, in my impression, rainy days are always good weather.

If only I could be a fish in that water. If only I could love that song as bright as the sun. If only raindrops could carry me upstream like a waterfall. If only...

If I had not experienced the real rain in this world.

Yes, I mean real rain.

It's not the technologically simulated rain under the giant protective shield in that luxurious metropolis.

The rain in this world is different from its temperature: cold, yet fierce. No longer the quiet and peaceful impression we once had, it is boundless, drowning, and devouring... Not a sub-zero cold, but a cold that swallows up all warmth. This is a coldness of a different magnitude.

I don't know what's lurking beneath this downpour. But I also understand that Qin Annan and his wife's premeditated and vigilant approach isn't groundless. I wonder if anything serious will happen... I wonder if anything serious will happen. There won't be any real danger.

This house is actually quite big, because the trees here are tall.

I also left three buds out, just in case. They might be of limited use, but they're better than nothing.

The third brother, who had suffered the backlash of the contract "Justice from Heaven", had just recovered a little bit of the appearance of a living flower bud. Looking at his previous horrible appearance, he was really about to become the appearance of dried flower herbal tea.

As usual, each person was slapped in the face. I don’t know why I developed this habit.

The leader in the plant cultivation department, after being slapped again, belatedly wrapped himself with roots.

The second one in the general training direction hid behind the boss when I beat the boss and raised my hand to it.

Boss:......

Of course, I finally caught him and gave him a slap.

The third brother still didn't hide this time, but he didn't make any strange noises either.

In fact, I am quite curious. The sound of ghosts howling and wolves howling was actually judged as an act of harm by the contract. It can be seen that there is a certain amount of power.

I remember the feeling at that time: it was the feeling of having an idea forcibly implanted in me. That forcibly implanted idea, in the person's own identity, persuaded the person to do what the implanter wanted them to do...

This ability is amazing. Unfortunately, it was only used once, and that time on me. It's like a bowl of precious tonic that not only has mold and sand in it, but also a few rat droppings accidentally dropped into it while it was being brewed.

Very beautiful, very very beautiful.

The log cabin swayed in the wind and rain, its doors and windows tightly shut, not a single ray of light filtering through, completely isolating itself from the outside world. From my computer, I could roughly tell whether it was day or night outside. However, I wasn't sure how this kind of rain would affect the sky. The oil lamp flickered, its faint light swaying in the darkness, barely providing a small, warm space.

This house is so natural and simple that even though there is sufficient energy supply, I didn't find any modern lighting tools... In the end, the most scarce resource is not water, not food, not even energy, but light!

Internally, I was scratching my head frantically.

Although this optical computer can be used normally without any energy consumption, why doesn't it have a flashlight function?

The flashlights I stocked up for military training in Space Newley all have a one-time, non-replaceable power supply, for durability and stability in a variety of outdoor applications. They're like glow sticks that light up with a flick of the wrist, but once they're gone, they're gone.