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"I'm truly sorry, my ally. I am Lucien, as you can see, a skeleton mage."
When the white light faded, what reappeared was a team of five people.
The leader was a skeleton dressed in a black robe.
Yes, it's a skeleton.
At this moment, he/she/it gave a slight bow.
The bones in the mouth did not move at all, yet a sound was still produced.
Judging from the voice, it's a man.
"This is my vice-captain, you can call him Mo Ye, a... swordsman?"
Later on, Lucien even used a question.
"Hey, isn't this your vice-captain? How come you don't even know his profession?"
"Well... you should let him explain it himself."
Lucien shrugged helplessly, indicating that he couldn't do it.
Honestly, it's kind of funny to see a skeleton making these gestures in front of you.
"As the captain said, I can be considered a swordsman, but because I have other abilities, I should be half swordsman and half chess player."
The speaker was a man dressed in an ancient white robe, with a sword hanging at his waist, and a chessboard on the other side.
(A character provided by reader "All Things Annihilate, Reincarnation Never Ends".)
It is a chessboard
At a glance, Chang Yan could tell what kind of chessboard it was.
Summoner + Swordsman?
However, compared to the vice-captain, the skeleton captain is more intriguing.
As Chang Yan gazed at the skeleton mage, the shadow beneath his feet subtly shifted.
Chapter Eighty: Forgotten Ordinary Things
(I have midterms next week, which will last for three days, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. So I might have to skip a few days of exams randomly, since I need to study. Please understand.)
(This author is a clumsy student with no drafts, so all my drafts... have long been used up.)
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As Chang Yan could sense, the deathly aura constantly emanating from Lucien was incredibly chilling.
Just standing there could cause an ordinary person to suffer cardiac arrest and die on the spot.
He did it on purpose.
As the saying goes, "I always think of it."
Lucien deliberately emitted this deathly aura.
As for the purpose?
It was probably just a show of force.
As expected of a reincarnator, he immediately displayed his power.
What is a reincarnator?
Locusts sweeping across all dimensions? Worms infesting the world? Unending cockroaches? The dogs of the supreme god?
No, none of these.
They are cunning and ruthless wolves, vicious and cold-blooded venomous snakes, and cheetahs stalking their prey.
Every reincarnator is a strong person who has gone through countless life-and-death struggles and been selected through the treacherous schemes of life and death.
Every few days, we have to go through life-or-death situations.
To be alive is to have everything.
If you die, you lose everything.
(In some novels, the protagonist often takes down a bunch of reincarnated beings who have been strengthened multiple times by himself right from the start, which just seems ridiculous.)
Why are reincarnators constantly targeted?
Because the threat is too great.
They are everywhere.
They have always existed.
They can’t be killed or destroyed.
As for smashing the main god and then reaching the pinnacle of life?
nonexistent.
The true gods are beyond the comprehension of mortals.
Those male protagonists who smash the main god, have harems, and live a blissful life are actually just miserable reincarnators who paid money to the main god for a dream illusion.
An ant can kill a person, but it can never kill a true god.
Don't tell me about fragments of the Investiture of the Gods/tools to steal luck/high-tech products/cheat codes for certain protagonists.
I don't believe the Supreme God is such a weakling, hmph ╭(╯^╰)╮.
"This is Mo, a martial arts fanatic. He's rather aloof and doesn't talk much."
(The character was provided by reader Gentleman in the Night)
Lucien pointed to a cold-looking young man behind him, and Mo simply nodded slightly without saying a word.
"This is Darth Siu, a Force warrior, and of course, a Sith warrior as well."
"Hello."
The young man in the cloak smiled and greeted Chang Yan.
(The character was provided by reader Di Zeling)
"As for these two, they are new recruits to our team. The taller one is called Leonard, a Stand user; you can think of him as—"
(This character was provided by reader Black Rabbit Old Driver)
"I understand Stands, and I know about JOJO."
"Um (⊙o⊙)...JOJO? I remember Leonard's second world was something like 'JOJO's Bizarre Adventure'. But I'm curious, Mr. Chang Yan, how did you know that?"
Mo Ye seemed somewhat puzzled.
"I am, after all, your ally, so it is only natural that I know some things."
He smiled mysteriously, as if to say.
"You're really impressive, Mr. Changyan. As for the other newcomer, his name is Duxiu, the one in the black robe. He's a member of the FFF group and is proficient in fire magic."
(Character provided by reader Akarin Akart)
Duxiu?
That's a good name.
As for the FFF group? Sorry, I've already left. You guys...
Please stay here and don't move. I'll go and move an orange tree to plant at the train station.
Chang Yan silently complained in his heart, and after seeing that all the reincarnators had finished introducing themselves, he began to introduce Kiyohime.
"This is my fiancée, Kiyohime, whose race can be considered dragon. These two are my arcane puppets."
After Chang Yan finished speaking, the air was filled with silence.
What should we say next?
Both sides began to think about this issue.
While they were all pondering, Kiyohime stepped forward.
"It's getting late. Would you all like to find a place to rest first, and then continue our discussion?"
"Yes, Miss Kiyohime is right. Our identity in this world is that of mercenaries who are hired for a living. How about this, Mr. Changyan, if you don't mind, let's go to your residence first and talk for a while, and then find a hotel to rest."
Mo Ye thought for a moment and then shared his thoughts.
Chang Yan thought about it for a moment and then agreed to the plan.
“Alright, I’ll lead the way then. But Mr. Lucien, please try to be discreet. You’re making it easy for people to misunderstand.”
"No problem, a simple illusion spell can solve it."
Lucien nodded, and without him making any move, a faint spiritual light flashed across his face.
Chang Yan nodded and led the way, and the others followed at a leisurely pace.
On the way, Leonard quietly ran up to Duxiu and asked him a question.
"Duxiu, aren't you a member of the FFF group? Why didn't you react at all when you saw those two people? Didn't you used to yell and rush at people like that?"
Leonard looked puzzled by the unusually strong performance of the young player.
During the last Dota World faction war, this guy even burned his own teammates, so why is he so silent now?
Seeing that Duxiu seemed unwilling to pay attention to him, Leonard had just walked away dejectedly when he heard Duxiu's voice drifting over.
"It's not that we don't want to burn her, it's that we don't dare. She's an extremely yandere, and in a sense, she's one of the founding members of our FFF group."
"Most importantly, my fire can't outburn her fire."
Leonard initially looked surprised, but after hearing the last sentence, he curled his lip in disdain.
After all that talk, I wondered what it was all about, but it turns out it's just that I can't outmaneuver her when it comes to playing with fire.
Really low.
Seeing Leonard pouting, Du Xiu could only awkwardly cough a few times.
As they passed a convenience store on the street, Chang Yan suddenly asked...
"Do you want to buy some snacks?"
"Hmm...do you want to buy some? It'll save some of our food reserves."
Lucien looked back at his teammates.
"I want to buy it!"
Leonard raised his hand and kept talking.
"Then could you bring me some Coke? I haven't had it in ages, I've almost forgotten what it tastes like."
The language of the ink industry is filled with melancholy.
Heaven has mercy, for every world he has ever experienced has been either fantasy or ancient, and he has never been to a modern city.
But every time he bought food supplies in his space, he forgot to buy drinks.
I want a Coke! An ice-cold Coke!
"Please bring me some too, I think it's been a long time since I've had any."
Mo's tone remained indifferent.
But a hint of melancholy was also revealed in his words.
"How about you bring some back for me too?"
Lucien scratched his smooth, shiny skull.
"How can a skeleton like you drink this?!"