Magic world

Forehead...

In the dim room, a slight moan sounded from the bed. After a while, a thin black figure sat up from the bed, stood up staggeringly, supported the bed board to stand up, opened the door unsteadily and walked outside, turned around a few times and then came to the balcony, frowning and picked up the He took out his cigarettes, skillfully picked up a cigarette and was silently lost in thought.

I don’t know how long it took, but as the black shadow trembled, a curse sounded.

Tmd! I actually traveled through time!

With the flickering light of cigarette butts and the faint moonlight outside the window, a boy with a neat short hair, with a troubled face, naked on the balcony, looked at the strange but psychologically familiar thing outside the balcony. streets.

Oh shit!

Cursing fiercely again, he threw away the cigarette butt that was almost burning, turned around and went to the living room in his memory, turned on the light, poured himself a glass of water, then sat at the dining table and began to sort out the memory of this body.

The name is Ito-Nari, 17 years old, 1.78cm tall, a rare tall man in Japan. He lives in the outskirts of Tokyo. His father is Chinese. He was a gold digger who came to Japan with the reform and opening up. He has died. His mother, Eriko Ito, is The shrine maiden who helps her grandfather take care of the family shrine is followed by two older sisters. The eldest sister, Suzu Ito, is 24 years old. She graduated from college two years ago and works as a small supervisor in a company. The second sister, Rena Ito, is 18 years old and a senior in a private middle school. Excellent in both studies. On the other hand, I am also a sophomore in high school in the school. Because my father died early and I was in the rebellious stage, I have the attitude of a Japanese bosozoku. I get a bunch of friends to fight around the school to collect protection money...

What is this? A bastard? Ito Cheng (who started to use this name at this time) muttered to himself while sorting out his memories, with a tangled expression on his face.

Somewhat irritably, he took out another cigarette and lit it, letting his face loom in the smoke. He unconsciously clicked on the desktop with his left hand, continuing to sort out the intermittent memories. After all, it is impossible to sort out and absorb all the memories immediately after fusion. If you want to quickly absorb and accept them, you still need to trigger them on a daily basis to speed up the fusion process.

In about three cigarettes, the basic memories have been sorted out, but other memories are still merging rapidly, and the painful headache that makes people want to die still continues. He reached out to pick up the water glass on the table, drank all the water in the glass, endured the unbearable pain, returned to the room, locked the door, quickly returned to the bed and sat up in a cross-legged posture. As time went by, if it weren't for the frowning from time to time and the constant sweating, Ito Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, would have simply fallen asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~I have a headache at the dividing line~~~~~~

In the morning, as the noise outside the house became louder and louder, Ito`cheng, who had been lying on the bed all night, jumped his fingers slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes. At this time, Ito Cheng's expression no longer had the entanglement of last night, only a touch of calm. Obviously the night of sitting cross-legged was not in vain.

Yes, after this night of sitting cross-legged or using a method similar to meditation to calm himself, the integration of memories has indeed accelerated a lot, which at least has allowed him to initially adapt to the living environment of this body. Except for many detailed memories and events that need to be triggered to be remembered, it obviously does not affect his ability to live in this world as Ito Cheng.

He stood up and slowly stretched his body, which was a little stiff after working all night. After a while, he sat back on the bed again, staring at the right hand raised to his chest with recognition. In an instant, a rectangular cube with 12 horizontal and 12 vertical grids, similar to a Rubik's Cube, appeared in his hand.

Staring at this cube that was free in its own hands, interlaced and rotating, I silently said in my heart, Is this the culprit of my time travel? So according to those novels as the things that came with me, what kind of magic do you have? Where’s the ability?”

As soon as Ito's thoughts came to an end, the cube in his hand instantly lit up with a layer of dazzling silver light, illuminating the entire room into a silver-white world. In almost a moment, the silver light in the room shrank again, shrinking into A silver-white light spot the size of a grain of rice flashed into Ito Cheng's forehead with his slightly squinted eyes in astonishment.

Then before the shock in Ito's eyes disappeared, a large amount of information came one after another, allowing Ito who had just experienced the pain of memory fusion to once again experience the inhuman pain.

Uh~huh a low muffled sound came out of Ito's mouth unconsciously.

Fortunately, although there was a lot of information this time, the integration speed was really fast. Within a few minutes, the inhuman pain receded like water, and was replaced by a refreshing feeling like a clear spring that spread throughout the head. .

Ito Cheng closed his eyes and silently sorted out the information his brain had just received. A few minutes later, Ito took a long breath and said silently, Huh, is this so? It seems that my life is destined to become more colorful in the future! But...

Ito Cheng stood up, reached out and opened the curtains on the side, facing the newborn baby, opened his arms and smiled silently.

But, I like it!

Turn around, open the door and walk towards the living room.

In the living room, an 18-year-old girl with a height of 1.56 is helping a middle-aged woman with an apron on her chest, who looks to be in her 30s, but has a slim figure and a heroic look between her eyebrows, to carry food to the table. placed on top. It was also when I heard Ito's voice opening the door that I looked up and glanced at Ito's walking down. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he placed the manual ceramic bowl on the table without any reaction. He turned around and continued to help the middle-aged woman serve food.

It's Acheng, go wash your hands and dinner will be served soon. The middle-aged woman raised her head and glanced at Ito Cheng who had already walked to the living room and said softly.

I got it. Ito Cheng agreed with the tone he remembered, and then looked at the girl who didn't speak, his second sister Ito Rena, and walked towards the bathroom.

Not long after, there was another sound, a man wearing a gray suit with a white shirt underneath exposed a large lace ribbon, a gray professional skirt on the lower body, and a pair of black stockings wrapped in a pair of Japanese stockings that are rare in Japan. A beautiful woman with straight legs, about 1.60cm tall and wearing wire-rimmed glasses walked down.

Mother, Reina, good morning.

The woman said hello with a smile.

Good morning, bell

Good morning, eldest sister.

The two of them nodded and smiled.

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ps: Hey, I haven’t written a book for too long, and the writing skills I have developed before have been completely lost. It seems that my writing skills have become bad again, and I can’t even keep the Ku Klux Klan alive~depressing. But we believe in our abilities and we will definitely be able to practice again in the future. Please support me more!

ps: Damn telecommunications, damn network failure! If it hadn't been for it, I wouldn't have made the decision to start writing. Although I've been imagining it for a long time and tinkering with the settings, I'm still not satisfied. I'm afraid I won't have the motivation to write in the end. This is not the most satisfactory setting. Written it out.

ps: Well, the sun is coming out soon!