In a Different Magical World

Pure metaphor: In the imperial calendar, year xxx, there is a frosty moon, heavy snow, no moon, no stars, a severe cold, which is not conducive to travel. An old man was thrown out of the town tavern again, and the boss yelled: You old man who sells small H books, come back after you sell a few more books, this store does not accept credit! You can't exchange wine for small H articles! There was a burst of ridicule in the tavern. The hobbling old man stumbled back to the dilapidated bookstall, lit the fireplace tremblingly, and put in two pieces of charcoal... No more, because he didn't have any more money to buy more firewood, so he spent all the money on getting drunk and paralyzing himself. These few pieces were given to him by the charcoal seller in pity. The dim firelight shone on the mottled old painting on the wall. The painting was blurred, showing a vague and handsome young face. Only the signature can still be vaguely discerned: The Third Army of the Northern Empire... Team... Magician xxx. There are legends in this world that there is a powerful mage who can move mountains and fill seas, and is comparable to the gods, but the old man's level is too low, he has never seen even such a master. The vast majority of so-called mages are just technical soldiers like him who know one or two skills. Once upon a time, he also thought about using information from another world to climb up in this world and get ahead. However, the reality is so cruel. He traveled through time and possessed this country. He grew up in this country. In more than ten years, he gradually became attached to this second homeland from being meaningless. Therefore, when his homeland was invaded by a neighboring country, when the woman who was his childhood sweetheart cried and complained that his father was old but had to do it because there were not enough people in the village. When he was in the army... In order to protect his hometown elders in this life, he resolutely responded to the call and stepped onto the battlefield. He used his meager so-called earth magic power to attach to his body to resist the enemy's sword for his comrades behind him. Even when facing corpses that had been transformed by the enemy country and had no fear of death or injury, he was fearless. After every battle, he would cover the bloody wounds on his flesh and say that as a mage, his defense was stronger and he had greater responsibilities. It was necessary to protect his compatriots from the front. A mere ordinary sword would only cause slight skin trauma on him, but it might be the difference between life and death if it hit others. The army liked people like him, so it gave him a medal and told him that if he worked hard, he would have power, fame, and money. What was waiting for him was a title, flowers, and the eager admiration of the girls from his hometown. However, he did not expect that... No matter how big or strong the shield is, it cannot absolutely protect everyone behind the shield. That day, a heavy infantryman who entered the battlefield for the first time underestimated the enemy's advance, stepped on the enemy's trap, and was unable to move. At first, the young old man tried his best to cover, but he had no choice but because the trap was poisonous and the soldier still died. On the next day, the old man found out that the deceased was a nobleman. Moreover, the irrational old lady from a noble family blamed her son's death on his poor protection. In just one day, everything changed. He became a sinner, a commoner and a junior mage. He had no right to defend himself against even the most ordinary nobles. His comrades-in-arms all remained silent, fearing that the nobles would implicate them, even if the old man had saved them many times before. His position as squad leader was gone, all honors were gone, and he was ordered to retire without any pension. Only the squadron leader who respected him the most and claimed to be his brother secretly gave him a bag of gold coins, saying they were his life savings, and used them to fund his petition for justice. The old man had tears in his eyes. The unwilling old man wanted to file a complaint in the capital, but he only saw the robbers on the road. The old man still remembers the words of the robber leader, "There is news in the army that your military position has been abolished, and you are on the road alone, with a big bag of gold!" The old man is only a junior mage, but he is an outstanding veteran. With a single blow of his sword, he barely managed to repel the robbers. The gangster escaped, but his heart was cold. With his seriously injured body, he could only walk into a nearby village to seek help. The old man at dusk will never forget that in the village, because his clothes were torn, a gold coin slipped from his body, and the red light shone like blood in the sunset. The eyes of a group of people also turned red, and they sprang up to rob him of his only wealth. Seriously injured and exhausted, he was unable to resist effectively, and those people raised their axes without hesitation and cut off his hand holding the money bag! The hand that once held the sword, the hand that killed the enemy to serve the country, the hand that swore to protect the country... That hand was irreplaceable for him, a remnant of a hundred battles who had suffered injustice! In front of the severed hand, in front of the pool of blood where he fell, those people got into a mess and beat each other for gold. They are not the vicious enemies in the empire's propaganda, or even lawless gangsters. They are just... The most ordinary villagers in this world. However, they can kill the fiery heart that the old man thought he would never be able to kill even if the Dharma God is in front of him! Because they used to be the justice that veterans believed in, and they were the people that veterans swore to protect. The old man finally understood that for such a world, all his efforts in the past were really in vain! Decades have passed, and on this cold night, the old man, who knew that his death was coming, watched tremblingly at the hemp ropes on the beams floating in the cold wind... At this time, in the dark corner of the room, the familiar voice of the enemy team leader who had fought several times on the battlefield came out: Old friend, now, you should know that the necromancy spell itself is not the real evil in the world, right? Think about your own life... The old man smiled hoarsely: Old friend? My motherland, our people have long forgotten my existence. But you still remember me. Hey, what an old friend! Maybe, you are my best friend? ! The voice in the darkness continued to come: Over the years, I have continued to study the necromancy spell, but those seniors only thought that I was deviant and wanted to kill me. I know that they just want to take away my achievements and get rid of me as a threat. But their old-fashioned minds did not expect that my skills had reached that level, so I am still alive. Old friend, I shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be like this, this world shouldn't be like this. Therefore, there is no God in this world! Accept my gift, and maybe, we can create a world that truly should be. What was left of the old man, like a withered bird's claw, touched a black book, and green flame text appeared in front of his eyes... The host came into contact with the necromantic cultivation method, and enhanced the activation of the plug-in!

Skill: Detection Eye. Introduction: It can be used as a monitor to detect some targets, but the higher the existence, the weaker it is. Zero attack and zero defense, depending on the user's mental strength, no growth potential, cannot grow, defense is limited to the strength of the material, can be manufactured, and is an alchemy skill. After using the skill, you can summon the Detection Eye projection, and then add a certain amount of materials to create an entity. It is not removable and cannot be repaired once damaged. Everything monitored can be viewed by users, and users can also share everything they watch with others.

By the way, how can the little princess have the concept of equality for everyone? This is a supernatural world. How can we achieve equality for everyone? Should we kill all people with extraordinary abilities?

I thought it would explode before death, but it turned out to be the system, 6

The protagonist is a dog, anyone can control him, and the protagonist is obedient.

If it weren't for the protagonist's aura, the protagonist would probably have died long ago. He doesn't have the strength to show off his knowledge everywhere. He's afraid that others won't know. He only has more than a dozen attributes. If someone knows about it, he'd be arrested and interrogated. Has his life been in vain for the past few decades? Poison

It always feels a bit awkward, and the plot is too rushed. If there are any tricks, it is a bonus, but now the plot is mediocre and very passive. Although the protagonist is not excluded from joining the army, if it is developed for a period of time, there is some buffering, and then the plot development should be much smoother. It does not mean that the protagonist must participate in a large-scale foreign invasion in the setting, but it means that in the early stage, through certain development, there will be a certain foreshadowing of the world view and a certain shaping of the protagonist's character. It should be better for the protagonist to enter the military development and participate in the main plot. The current plot cannot be said to be bad or good, it just feels very ordinary.

I was very interested in reading the first few chapters, but ended up becoming less and less interested.

What's wrong with being alone? Being free and living according to your own ideas Is there anything better than this?

The protagonist is over 70 years old. At least the author, please understand the old man's mental state. Can the cute contrast between the old man and the new man be used as a dramatic conflict? Your preparations are too rough

To be honest, it looked okay from the beginning, but the later plot really dissuaded me. The author should polish the plot to be more reasonable. What you are writing is a fantasy world of magic in a dark forest where the jungle is strong and the jungle is strong.

Hey hey hey, the backhand is a trash can slam. Gone——

I was looking forward to the protagonist taking the path of the necromancer, researching step by step, and innovating, and the result...

No, you write a necromancer to kill Antonidas? It was while resisting the undead that Antonidas was tricked to death by the filial necromancer Kel'Thuzad. It's hard not to sweat.

The transition is too abrupt and feels like a few chapters have been missed. Also, why are the little princess and the enemy prince in a military camp? I don't know if it is because I have read less. Even the brainwashed prince should not be placed in the army. Does the king want the enemy prince to occupy his kingdom? You also said that the king loves the little princess the most, so there is no way he would let the little princess go to the military camp, let alone be with the enemy prince.

It's not that I'm telling you what you're good at. Why are you writing about the Necromancer and the Fire Mage Anthony?

The more I write, the more speechless I become. With this way of writing, I can only write four different things.

A good magical world must have more Qi training. Now we have a steampunk civilization. It is getting worse and worse at the beginning.

The first few chapters and the following chapters really feel like they were not written by the same person. With the system, I really let myself fly. The flying is so ridiculous.

Sometimes I thought about what if there really were necromancers in the Middle Ages... Then, 10 years ago, I played a niche game mod called Reality and Imagination. It is to open the necromancer trick for the protagonist in the Middle Ages. Then... I took a bunch of dozens of free cannon fodder zombies and sacked the village. Only the second village was burned. The noble lord led more than 20 heavy cavalry and crushed me, a hundred cannon fodder zombies. They couldn't even prevent me from doing 1/2 damage, and I was captured. I turned off the computer and thought about it... It turns out that in the case of medium and low magic, even if you have skills such as controlling the undead and casting curses, you cannot go sideways - even when facing the most ordinary human army.

Support me, pineapple boss, hey hey, come on

It's difficult to write a protagonist with an old man's psychology.

I just want to ask, is there no female protagonist in this book? Long order no

The cover is Archmage Antonidas?

Why do you feel like this book is getting more and more bleak?

Yeah

Alas, it seems I can't see the ending