On the seventh day after entering the Western Fantasy World, Shi Mu stared at the system panel that suddenly popped up in front of him and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the golden finger of the time traveler arrived late.
I wanted to develop quietly by relying on system skills, but unexpectedly I was blocked by the Holy Son of the Temple in the alley.
The opponent's fair cheeks were flushed with an abnormal blush, and he put a magic ball into his hand. "This ball is related to my life. I am willing to... Block everything for you." Shi Mu held the warm ball, which still retained the opponent's body temperature, and alarm bells rang in his heart.
In the Golden Palace, the human emperor glanced at him with interest: "Compared to the group of hypocrites in the temple who can only talk about things, you, the little mage, are much more interesting."
An elf girl whom I met by chance. Her long silver-blue hair hung down on her shoulders. She just raised her hand slightly, and Shi Mu's concentrated strength instantly collapsed. "Your powers are useless in front of me." The girl smiled like a flower, but there was an unpredictable light in her eyes.
As the system skills become more powerful, Shi Mu gradually discovers the weirdness of this world:
The statues in the Temple of Light always have tears in their eyes.
There are countless dead bones buried underneath the magical spring that is regarded as a holy object.
But those who were labeled as "heretics" by the temple and chased away in all directions hold the key to saving the world.
#Why is the hand shaking when the Holy Son passes the ball#
#It turns out that I am the real chosen heretic#
Purpose: No matter what, live an optimistic life.