The daily life of the popular element male protagonist

Ivan was walking in the rain, he didn't care about the falling rain, and he didn't need to care about them, because he was completely soaked now.

Even after taking the recovery potion, he still couldn't fully adapt to his current body.

It's ridiculous to say that it's obviously his own body, but it doesn't match up because the soul is too strong. In addition, the soul is damaged, and it is estimated that he will have to drink a lot of medicine in the future.

The young man moved his legs, the slightly lower temperature and rain made him feel cold, but the emotion in his head was full of excitement.

The street I walked was as dark as this night, and the faint smell of something rotten wafted over, and the muddy puddles on the ground were connected together, showing how harsh the environment of this place was.

From the signs of some dilapidated storefronts passing by, you can recognize the writing of this place, which is 'English'.

Ivan sighed in his heart, this is numbing. After all, Ivan had only passed Level [-] of English before he traveled to the Western Fantasy game world. The fantasy game world has been rolling for so many years, and now it is not bad to be able to recognize that it is in English.

To ask again is to abandon (abandon).

But even if he doesn't speak the language very well, he still has to survive. In addition to some basic materials such as blood recovery potions and magic potions in his portable warehouse (space), there are also the differences and friendships that he has made friends in the Western Fantasy Land all the year round. Gifts from friends of race.

For example, his dwarf brother Chris asked him to pick out a favorite weapon in his private vault, and he immediately took a fancy to a dagger that would spit water on people when he pulled it out. Water-based magic is not impossible, but it is not as convenient as this thing. Ivan still remembers the way Chris looked at him at that time.

For example, his elf brother Ange gave him a fruit picked from the elf mother tree, saying that this person without romantic cells will definitely not be able to have love in the future. If he wants to have a child, he will bleed on this fruit. After ten months of cultivation, you can directly harvest a child connected by blood, but if you don’t want it, you can use it as a night light. Well, this thing is luminous.

And so on, there are many more, which vividly embody the brotherhood of resentment.

However, taking out things like magic items before figuring out the composition of this new world will cause a lot of trouble. At least these magic items should stay in the warehouse until his body recovers.

Of course, there are a lot of gold coins and the like. He is now thinking about whether to find a store and take out a gold coin to test it out to see if he can exchange it for some money. After all, he now needs a warm and safe place to sleep.

If it was when he traveled to the world of Western Fantasy Continent?That's not going to be any better, that world doesn't have any magical things that appear in front of people, not to mention the tens of thousands of worlds, if they really come back...

Ivan pursed his lips, and decided to call the number he knew in his heart when he had money, or log in to his social software if he had the internet...

As for why the portable warehouse is still there, that's simple. This is his own space warehouse opened up after he became a great magician. It's just like a game warehouse for the convenience of management. It's clear at a glance.

The game system naturally doesn't care about these small things, that is, the soul gems he put in this warehouse strengthened and stabilized his soul at critical moments, giving him a full advantage when fighting with System No. 2.

This is a cemetery in Gotham City, quiet and few people.

The rain has stopped, the sky is still dark, and I don't know the exact time, but no one cares about this, even Ivan, who dragged his weak body here on foot, doesn't care much.

He felt that he needed to rest. Even if there was no soft and warm mattress, the cold stone could provide a temporary place to sit down and rest his feet.

So he obeyed his will and sat down directly on a piece of ground in front of the cemetery.

The ground covered with stones can be regarded as stones. He doesn’t care so much now. After dawn, he will go to a jewelry store or something to see if he can exchange a gold coin for some money. Well, it’s just a warehouse There is a masked cloak inside, put it on when the time comes.

With his future plans in mind, Ivan fiddled with his fingers cherishingly. Although the body provided by the game system on the West Fantasy Continent was very strong, it was his own body that made him feel more stable.

I hope that his grudge friends will not be too persistent and sad after losing his whereabouts. Maybe they can still find his body that has lost his soul, and maybe that stupid golden dragon will return to his body. His body is stored in his exclusive guest room in his lair, and then Ange will send a night light and perennial flowers to surround his body...

Ivan shuddered.

The cool wind blows the branches of the trees planted around the cemetery, causing the complicated leaves to grope for each other and make a rustling sound.

Quiet, peaceful, and a little scary.

Ivan sat cross-legged for a while, and he felt that his strength had recovered a bit. Except that he used a little recovery potion at the beginning to stabilize his basic physical condition. In addition to medical treatment, it is also very important to exercise more to increase the strength of the body.

It was as if he just walked out of that dirty alley all the way, and walked for about three hours before reaching this natural land with beautiful scenery and a little difference from the city, and at the same time he felt much more comfortable.

So he stood up, pondered for a while, and then walked in.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to go in and take a walk, which was caused by a secret intuition. For a person like him, the traction of intuition is often very worthy of attention.

Although it looks rather desolate, it has to be said that this cemetery has actually been well taken care of. At least the lawn behind the tombstone has not grown three feet high.

Some of the tombstones passing by were still placed with flowers, and some of them had dried up, but they still existed there.

Unknowingly, he walked to the corner of the cemetery. The seat here is obviously not very good, and few people would come here. The only company with him is the iron fence on the edge of the cemetery.

Ivan paused, and he saw a tombstone. Unlike most other tombstones, this tombstone only had a name and the date of burial.

But what was different from the others was that he heard the muffled, scratching and kicking sounds under the tombstone and in the layers of soil.

Ivan: "..." Good guy, is this a reckless disregard for human life or a supernatural event?

Just as Ivan was thinking about whether to help, the scratching and kicking sounds disappeared in an instant, followed by slight intermittent panting sounds.

Ivan took out his staff from the space, ready to go.

Then only the loud bangs of 'dong' and 'click' came out, and a pale, slender wrist that was still oozing dark liquid emerged from the ground behind the tombstone with only a single name.

"Is there an army of undead in this world?" Ivan quickly began to calculate the danger level of this world, and then he saw that dark liquid was still oozing from the struggling hand.

It's blood.

red blood.

Blood still flowing.

This is a disregard for human life!As for the fact that the land behind the tombstone looks flat, there are actually many ways to do it.

Ivan, who doesn't know the exact time now, made a decision immediately. He is not a great saint, but if he doesn't reach out in the face of this situation, he won't be able to make so many friends in the West Fantasy Continent Now, there is no longer the idea of ​​dying with the system.

Not daring to delay any longer, Ivan gritted his teeth, and with a shake of his hand, a crystal bottle containing blue liquid appeared in his palm. He poured it all into his mouth, and gently raised the staff in his right hand.

A string of short and special words poured out of his mouth, "Great Fantasy God, please lend me your power, Earth Splitter!" Note 1

As soon as the words fell, a slight vibration came from under the feet, and the land behind the tombstone split to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye, as easily as a pair of invisible big hands tearing apart bread.

Ivan took a breath and put away the crystal bottle. With his strength, he didn't need to chant, but silent magic consumes more mana, so he needs to drink more magic potion.

Without the barrier of layers of soil, the owner of that hand seemed to realize something. The sound of kicking the coffin sounded again, and Ivan hurried forward two steps. At this time, it would definitely not work to explode the coffin with magic. People, so he looked at the staff in his hand, thought for a while, and yelled out a few English words that he could still remember.

"Stop, I will help you!"

"notmove! cough cough cough"

"Your hand...goback?"

Once Plastic English comes out, who will compete with it!

The owner of that hand also seemed to understand the fifty-cent-a-piece English with an unknown accent, and actually retracted his bleeding arm. Some sawdust from the coffin pricked his arm, and There were several bloody mouths.

Ivan squatted next to the coffin, carefully stretched his staff through the hole in the arm, and continued to speak his poor English while carefully probing.

"Careful!" After Ivan finished speaking, he felt that he was so inspiring now.

Traveling through the West Fantasy Land for so many years, there are several languages, but he still remembers English, one of the subjects that he just finished the college entrance examination in the original world, woo woo woo, touched the English teacher for 100 years.

The quality of his staff has always been very good. Although he can also use a big sword, that thing is suitable for formal occasions. Generally, when he encounters danger in the wild, he will take turns to use long-range and close-combat. Using magic, when he got close to him, he directly swung his staff and hit the opponent's head.

Generally speaking, there are very few people who have both magic and martial arts to his level, and it is easy for the opponent to relax their guard.

This also made Ivan very concerned about the material of his staff. If you want to get started directly, it should not be too brittle.

The one he is using now is the same batch he used at the beginning. It needs less magic power to be driven, but the material is very hard.

Tentatively, he tilted the staff and roughly estimated the distance. At this moment, the tilt angle of the staff was very close to the coffin lid. Ivan then held one end of the staff, turned his palm again, and there was another crystal bottle filled with yellow liquid. The bottle appeared, and he poured it down without changing his face. Ivan only felt that his whole body was full of strength, and he pressed down hard, and the crisp sound of wood sounded.

One side of the coffin was successfully pried up.

Ivan pulled out his staff, inserted his hand into the gap in the coffin, and lifted it vigorously, and the coffin board was lifted against the cold wind of the night.

Ivan froze for a moment, and looked at this boy who was obviously just a teenager. He was wearing a beautiful blue suit, and his short black hair had been soaked in sweat at the moment, revealing a sense of fragility.

Those beautiful blue eyes are full of confusion and pain, without focus.

Ivan thought about the name engraved on the tombstone, and thought about the vocabulary in his mind. At this moment, he regretted that he only watched the translated Chinese subtitles when watching American dramas.

"Uh... Plus? Send?... Um, plus? Sang?" Stumbled.

"Jason..." The young man spoke, his voice hoarse, as if he had been thirsty for a long time before he squeezed out of his throat.

Ivan: "..." All right.

The author has something to say:

suck!Note 1: Fantasy.It is a literal translation of Fantasy, meaning: fantasy.

If you are lazy and want to like mainland characters, then...you get it!By the way, does adding a chant sound like a magician?

OOC belongs to me!

Little Jay Bird!In the future, he will also become Brother Tong, after all, he still has a disagreement with the master, and the second young master will be out of his mind for a while.

Regarding the plot of Er Shao, I want to decide to use a restart method similar to a certain major event, that is, time and space fluctuations cause a small-scale reality change time. After all, there are also fusion worlds of other worlds, so this article should be regarded as a comprehensive parallel world. See more accurately, right?

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