The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

After a night of earth-shaking events.

Miaomiao woke up early, almost two hours earlier than he usually got up.

After waking up, he did not run around, but slowly strolled to his grandfather's side, hugged the old man's arm affectionately, and fell back into bed.

He was mumbling something that no one could understand, as if he had created a new language of his own.

He couldn't sleep himself and was disturbing others. The grandfather, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes reluctantly and patted the little clingy boy on the back.

"Don't lie in bed now that you're awake. Go have breakfast and I'll teach you something later."

I had planned to teach it last night, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened in the forest. Although the animal roars and earthquakes did not last too long, they still scared the children.

Looking at the little snowball huddled in his arms and shaking violently, the grandfather's mind was filled with thoughts of coaxing the child. All thoughts about magic and becoming stronger were instantly thrown out of his mind.

You can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever. Miaomiao, who had vaguely sensed something, blinked and replied reluctantly, "Yeah."

He slowly climbed out of bed, slowly ate the porridge that his grandfather had cooked in the pot yesterday, and slowly returned to the only small table in the wooden house. He saw that his grandfather was sitting opposite him with a serious expression.

When teaching, the old man's expression was not as gentle and relaxed as usual, and his aura was extremely oppressive.

He said "Sit" to the child who was not even as tall as the table, and with a flash of light in his hand, a parchment scroll and a round transparent crystal ball appeared out of thin air on the wooden table.

"Today I'm going to teach you some magic," Grandpa said to Miaomiao, who looked a little nervous and curious. "This is a magic test crystal. Put your hand on it, close your eyes, and feel the magic fluctuations in your body."

"Okay, grandpa." Miaomiao nodded, stretched out both hands, and held the crystal ball, which was bigger than his head, in his arms.

"Close your eyes." With Grandpa's low shout, Miaomiao's vision instantly fell into darkness.

The familiar darkness was like the gentle embrace of a mother he had never met; he did not feel afraid.

Gradually, a warm white light pierced the darkness. It was the crystal ball. Even though I wasn't looking at it with my eyes, it was still quietly emitting light in my perception.

Grandpa's voice rang in my ears: "Concentrate your mind and look at your meridians."

The old man's low and hoarse words were like some kind of ancient spell. When they fell, the darkness in front of Miaomiao was like thick fog blown away by a strong wind. The dark ink color quickly faded to light gray, and the shadow of the crystal ball also disappeared.

Miaomiao was strangely aware that at this moment his eyes seemed completely focused on his own body, his internal organs appearing a shade darker than light gray in this strange vision. And amidst the vast gray, a bright golden light hovered in the center of his chest like a rising sun, instantly capturing his attention.

what is this?

His will curiously approached that point. At the same time, as if the seal had suddenly been activated, the previously stable state of stillness within his body was suddenly broken.

Boom, boom, boom, the bright golden light seemed to have turned into a new heart, trembling and expanding violently.

Subtle golden rays of light appeared quietly like a newly lit candle flame, and then gradually condensed. Starting from the point seen at the beginning, they extended in all directions, and finally burst into brilliant light!

The golden light was dazzling, like clouds and weavings, covering the darkness with splendor, and a net covering every limb and bone was reflected in the child's ignorant eyes.

"See? That's your magical veins." Grandpa's voice sounded at the right moment. Normally, outsiders couldn't see the flow of magical energy within their bodies, but the power gap between him and Miaomiao was too great, and Miaomiao had no intention of resisting him, so he easily shared Miaomiao's vision.

"Being able to see it means you possess the aptitude to practice magic. The magic veins are the foundation for subsequent magic cultivation. The magic we absorb from the outside world can only become our own power after it has fully circulated through the magic veins and been absorbed."

But... Grandpa lowered his eyes and saw the dense golden threads like an ocean. Even though he was already the strongest man on the continent, he was still quite shocked at this moment.

At their level, they have already understood that hard work is just a stepping stone for ordinary people, and for those who want to stand at the top, talent is the most important thing.

As the basis for the operation of magic, the magic veins are undoubtedly an extremely important part of talent.

The more and longer the magic veins are, the more and purer the magic that can be successfully tempered and transformed.

The average person has no more than a hundred magical veins in their body, and a gifted person has only tens of millions, but the number in Miaomiao's body is so large that it is impossible to count them with the naked eye.

Even he had never seen such abundant innate veins before. It didn't look like a human, but more like a demigod like the old tree spirit.

A strange feeling of unease arose in his heart, but was quickly suppressed.

He began, "Now, try to touch them and control their flow with your will."

"Control...the flow..." Miaomiao was guided by the words and focused her attention on the golden lines whose light was fluctuating in brightness and darkness.

Strangely enough, when he put aside all other thoughts and focused solely on touching the golden threads, he felt as if he had suddenly shrunk.

No longer watching from afar, he and these golden threads were included in the same world. The world he was originally looking down on suddenly became huge and vast.

This feeling was extremely novel. He could still control his tiny self to perform actions in accordance with his will, even more freely than his giant self, and react almost the moment the idea came into being.

His mind followed his thoughts and he strode towards the core of the golden thread.

As Mini Miaomiao approached, the golden threads seemed to have spirituality and were pulled towards him.

Miaomiao had a strange feeling, as if she saw a group of hungry cubs, eagerly longing for the gentle touch from their mother.

Those dense golden threads surged and swirled like waves, wrapping around and squeezing the space where his will was located.

At such close range, the magic flowing through the golden thread became clearer and more powerful. However, this power displayed no sharp edges or aggressiveness in front of its master. It simply wrapped around the child's will like a pet's enthusiastic play, eventually enveloping him in a giant golden cocoon.

[I like him... I like him... I want him to stay with me... Let's be together forever...]

The child, who was entangled in the cocoon, did not look panicked at all, as if he knew instinctively what to do, without his grandfather's further guidance.

He gently placed his hand on the illusory wall of the golden cocoon. Although there was no actual sound, he could feel countless pure and passionate loves surging in his heart.

Calling... Is it these magical powers calling him?

The innocent and naive temperament was instantly shed, and the little child's gaze suddenly became distant and determined. The moment his soft little hand touched the golden cocoon, the solid cocoon shattered, transforming into a surging golden wave that filled the entire gray world with a roar.

Everywhere he looked, everything was dyed a brilliant pale gold. This signified that his magic power was no longer limited to flowing within the golden threads, but had also transformed his body, allowing his skin, bones, internal organs... every tangible part of his body to become a vessel better able to receive his magic power.

And when the long transformation was finally completed, the scattered golden waves were forced to converge to form a huge vortex under the guidance of some invisible will.

No, that wasn't enough. The massive vortex continued to compress, shrinking. The waves of magical energy colliding stirred the space within into unrest.

This process was obviously painful. Even in the state of introspection, the child still frowned unconsciously.

Grandpa saw the perfect moment and shouted, "Now is the time! Inject the magic power into the crystal ball!"

Miaomiao's eyes suddenly opened.

At this moment, his black hair moved without wind, his white clothes rustled, and the crystal ball in his hands suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance from its original transparent color!

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple... a dazzling array of colors appeared one after another, alternating and flowing like a rainbow. Except for the initial moment when he independently controlled the infusion of magic power, the crystal ball subsequently seemed to possess a tremendous suction force, continuously drawing magic power from the body of the object it touched.

With the continuous infusion of magic power, the color of the crystal ball became deeper and purer, and finally it seemed to completely transform into a dazzling gem, shining so brightly that even the magic lamp above the head could not compete with it.

"Crash--" The moment the light of the crystal ball froze, the air wave formed caused the walls of the wooden house to shake continuously.

Miaomiao stood in the center of the storm, but was not affected at all and remained standing firmly in place.

A light of the same color as the crystal ball appeared around him, and his pretty little face was enveloped in the faint glow. There was no trace of the previous reluctance in his expression. Instead, he was quiet, with a sense of detachment that was not in line with his age.

"Rainbow color...it's actually rainbow color." Grandpa looked at the crystal ball that had stopped drawing magic power but was still emitting a colorful halo as misty as clouds. When his gaze fell back on Miaomiao, there was a rare bit of complexity in his expression.

But at this glance, he also noticed that Miaomiao's expression was not right. All his messy thoughts disappeared at that moment. He quickly reached out to touch his forehead, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

He couldn't help but want to scold himself. This was Miaomiao's first magical awakening, and he didn't even prepare some medicine to suppress the sequelae.

Although Miaomiao did it very easily, in fact, magic awakening is not a simple thing. Many people even became disabled for life due to the backlash in this step.

The reason why grandpa forgot was because none of the people he came into contact with were troubled by awakening. When he awakened himself, it was as smooth as drinking a glass of water. If he didn't think about it for a while, there might be backlash.

After hearing Grandpa's nervous voice, the almost blank look on Miaomiao's face finally faded away.

He shook his head to get rid of the remaining dizziness. "I'm fine, Grandpa."

Noticing the change in his grandfather's expression, he looked at the dazzling crystal ball in his hand. He felt a little uneasy and asked quietly, "Grandpa, is my talent really that bad?"

He had never seen anyone else undergo magic tests, so he couldn't define a "normal" dimension. He just felt that his grandfather's expression didn't look happy.

Grandpa noticed his uneasiness and shook his head. The solemnity on his face faded and was replaced by a smile. "No, on the contrary, Miaomiao, you are very talented. I can even say that you are much better than I was back then."

"Really?" Miaomiao's eyes lit up in surprise.

"Really." Grandpa nodded.

Whether it is the number of magic veins or the amount of magic stored in the body at this age, Miaomiao is far beyond ordinary people.

Almost anyone who sees him will know at a glance that this is a genius that is unique in the world.

But the problem is, he is too talented.

My grandfather himself was tempered in the blood and rain, so he naturally understood that this world is more malicious towards geniuses.

Before he grows to a point where no one can shake him, the persecution he endures from others will be a thousand times greater than that of an ordinary person.

Family, classmates, teachers, the nation... everywhere there are people who want to eliminate future competitors in advance. The current number of high-level experts is so small, which is also related to their difficult upbringing.