【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Perhaps it's due to the different worlds, and the contract ability system is somewhat out of place... well, that's not the case. To people in today's world, this is probably just an antique skill, and calling it intangible cultural heritage is an understatement.

That was the way of life for the ancients. In that time and space that history books call the Great Contract Era. In that time and space where Yun Chang'an, "the spring breeze doesn't reach Yumen Pass," existed. Before Lingzhi, there was Yun Chang'an, and after Lingzhi, there will be another "Yun Chang'an." If it weren't for the real sorrow, pain, and hardship that occurred in those years, I would have thought I was dreaming about the ancients. And I was that ancient person. Not just the so-called ancient person in the dream, but people who were even more distant and ancient than those in the dream. People from our home planet—ancient Earth.

The rain poured down, relentlessly. The sound of water was resounding. It was a sound I truly loved. However, things weren't looking good right now. Against the backdrop of the rain, the surroundings felt a bit too quiet and dim. At first, I didn't feel particularly cold, just a faint sense of dampness in the air.

Gradually, as time passed, the dampness seemed to seep into my body bit by bit. My skin began to grow slightly cooler, and the comfortable feeling I had once had slowly vanished. It was as if my body's warmth was being quietly stolen away, bit by bit, gradually losing its warmth. While it wasn't cold enough to make me shiver, I could clearly feel that I wasn't as warm as before.

It reminds me of the cold wind I felt when I was sitting in the passenger seat on a rainy day.

But this is completely different from when I used to enjoy the coolness and happily turn on the air conditioner on rainy days. The biggest difference is that all of this is beyond my control.

I think the things we can control and easily change are what we call the environment. The things we can't control, the things we encounter unexpectedly, are generally called problems. This is indeed a problem.

They all say that life is a process of constantly encountering problems and solving them.

I sat quietly, trying to ignore the growing chill. Yet, my body felt the loss of warmth more and more clearly. The slight chill on the surface of my skin now spread to my limbs, and my hands and feet began to feel numb. I rubbed my hands together gently, trying to regain some warmth, but the chill seemed to have taken root, unable to be easily dispelled.

It's bad.

Not only are fragile mages afraid of melee attacks on the back row, they are also afraid of hypothermia...

With every breath, the moist air filled my nostrils, carrying a faint scent of earth.

I looked around the room and saw that the white ball was still lying on the floor, motionless. It still looked as if it hadn't moved even after being stepped on a few times by the strange beasts nearby. It wasn't hungry, nor was it cold.

Three flower buds also stood there. The eldest, like a normal giant bud, swayed slightly even without wind. The second was a bit more active, always moving. The third... was utterly ugly, and barely noticeable, but staring at it made one feel distinctly uneasy. I'm afraid it's a mind-affecting type, and I wonder if its light-eating ability is real or just an illusion. It shouldn't be underestimated, but it's also unruly. At least for now, its cooperation is extremely poor. It's not just the third, but the eldest and second as well. Is it the effect of time and space, the sacrificial contract blocking the emotional and mental connection between contractor and contractor, or is it simply the nature of combat plants?

In short.