Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

"Huchi...huchi..."

The short and heavy panting made the young man's lungs dry and scorching hot. Every time he swallowed the air, it was extremely painful.

But the boy was still running desperately, the physical pain couldn't cover up the ecstasy on his immature face.

The ground in the slums was wet and slippery. When I stepped down, mud of unknown substance was squeezed out from between the toes, making it impossible for the toes to grasp the ground.

He fell and fell like a dog eating shit, his whole body was terribly dirty.

But without any hesitation, he got up and ran away.

He finally ran to his destination.

This is a narrow alley, and the two sides are completely stacked with stones, wood and hay.

There are countless houses piled up in the seemingly small place, and every winter the snow will crush one or two houses.

In the narrow corridor, people come and go.

"Huchi...huchi..."

The young man put his hands on his knees and gasped for a few breaths. After he regained his strength, he shouted hysterically: "Great news...wow... what the magician Theodore said...afterwards, we All of us can practice magic!"

With the hysterical yelling of the teenager, the shanty town fell silent.

Countless people looked over.

After taking a breath, the audience roared with laughter, spreading throughout the shanty town.

"Hahaha……"

"Mudboy, you stole money from the mercenary master again, have you been beaten into a fool?"

"You son of a bitch, are you making fun of us? It's just beating!"

All kinds of laughter and curses came from the shanty town.

"Really... I didn't lie!"

The young man was dumbfounded, his face, which was already flushed from running wildly, became even more flushed.

"Don't run out if you have nothing to do, do more work for your mother."

"That's right, I know how to sneak around all day long."

The neighbors reprimanded them.

"I didn't. These are true. Master Theodore said it himself in front of the Magic Tower!" The young man was jumping anxiously, trying to explain, but no one believed him at all. Who made him so bad?

No, it should be said that what he said was too ridiculous.

Magic has always been practiced only by nobles and lords. How could they, the untouchables, be qualified to learn it?

The ridicule of the neighbors made his mother rush over angrily, picked up his ears, and dragged him home.

Along the way, the boy saw the second grandpa and grinned at him with his old yellow teeth; Uncle Baoya threw sundries at him; the beautiful aunt lay disheveled by the window, giggling at him.

The boy is in a hurry.

He suddenly had a quick wit and shouted loudly:

"Great existence from the azure star, you are the master of language and writing, you are the pioneer of the Internet, under your protection, I will be connected to all living things."

As the sound fell, a scroll exuding glistening light appeared in front of his eyes.

At this moment, the laughter that filled the alley came to an abrupt end!

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The dilapidated yard that was temporarily requisitioned as a school was densely packed with people.

Looking carefully, almost all of these people had rough and dark skin, and were dressed in mended linen clothes, which were so dirty that they hadn't been washed for an untold amount of time.

Obviously, almost all of them came from the lower-level civilians nearby.

At this moment, the scene was as messy as a vegetable market.

The children squeezed in front, and the adults stood behind, showing yellow and orange teeth, chattering and spitting.

"Old Caitou, are you here to learn how to read?"

"Yes!"

"Let me tell you, at our age, learning magic is not easy!"

"Hey, I never thought about magic. I just wondered, can I learn fighting spirit, strengthen my body, and work well! If it's not possible, I might as well look at the official website of the empire.

It has everything on it, which is interesting. "

"Yes, I also heard from the literate people in the village. I always thought that the empire consisted of the emperor, the city lord, and the mage. I didn't expect there to be so many ways."

The adults were chatting about the actual content, but the children were arguing over who was more powerful, and their faces were red!

"The Dharma gods are the most powerful. In our empire, the most powerful ones are the three Dharma gods!"

"Fart, the most powerful is the God of the Internet! He is a real god."

"The god of law is also a god! He is the most powerful magician, even more powerful than Master Gambilin!"

"Anyway, the God of the Internet is the most powerful."

"Then what do you think the God of the Internet will do? Can he control flames? Can he summon ice cones? Can he make holes in the ground?"

"He can... he can use the Internet, if you have the guts, don't use the Internet!"

"That's right, there is a kind of you don't want to go to the Internet, don't go to learn magic."

"Magic on the Internet is the god of the Internet, and he must be the most powerful."

When a group of children were arguing red-faced, someone suddenly shouted "Quiet".

"Silence, silence, the teacher is here!"

Accompanied by exclamations, the courtyard, which was still noisy the moment before, became quiet the next second.

I saw a young man with a haughty look stepping up to the podium built of stones.

He looked contemptuously at the untouchables below. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that teaching can be regarded as a formal establishment, and he can enjoy allowances and 200 Internet points per month, he wouldn't come to teach these untouchables!

However, when he looked at the awe-inspiring eyes of the untouchables, he suddenly felt a little vanity in his heart.

I thought to myself, coming to teach may be a good choice, at least it is much better than being treated like a dog in the city lord's mansion.

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Under the shaded silver star tree, an old couple carefully opened the envelope that the mercenary brought along.

It was a letter from my son.

It was a rare letter after two months, but there was only a single piece of letter paper in the envelope.

The letter paper didn't write homely and short stories like usual, on the contrary, it wrote something about "Internet magic".

To be honest, if it weren't for the master mage in the city who sent people along the street to shout propaganda every day, the old couple would be afraid that their son might be bewitched by some evil spirit.

"Our baby has sent the soul number!"

The old man shouted to his wife with surprise on his face.

"What? What soul number?"

"It's the personal number on the Internet... Oh, I told you that you don't understand, just wait!"

The old man explained, and slowly read the prayers recorded in the letter, which are also the words that the master sent people to publicize frequently in the past two days.

Accompanied by his singing, the Internet's iconic illusory scroll unfolded in front of him.

According to the instructions in his son's letter, the old man spent half an hour before adding his son's account.

When he repeatedly confirmed that the number was correct, and clicked the OK virtual button, in just a few seconds, the Internet social network reported that the other party had agreed.

Not waiting for the old man to figure out what to do next.

A small illusory parchment suddenly popped up on the illusory scroll.

On the parchment is his son's unique soul imprint, and below it are two circles, one red and one green.

The old man tapped the green one.

Suddenly, a voice appeared, making his eyes blurred.

"Father, is that you?"

"Ah, is it a kid?" The old man didn't speak, but his wife grabbed him and raised the volume in surprise.

"Mom, it's me."

"Oh, where are you? Why can't I see you?" the old woman shouted quickly, turning her head to look around the yard.

"I'm in Port Campo!"

"Ah, are you still there? Then...then why does your voice sound like it's in the yard?"

"Hahaha, Mom, this is the voice call of the Internet Magic. From now on, we can talk every day!"

"What? Interconnection magic, isn't this something that Master Mage talks about every day?"

The old lady looked at her husband, who replied, "Isn't that the thing?"

The two old men and their son were amazed at the magic of the Internet, and after a while, they changed the subject and cared about their son's work.

Knowing that their son is very good with old Burt, and recently even started to practice magic, he has already condensed his soul power, and was praised by old Burt, the two old men were very happy.

"Mom and Dad, let's stop talking. I'm off to work. Let's talk at night. By the way, remember to go to the magic item store and order an Internet Mithril ring. The time to log in with prayers is too short."

"Okay, okay, hurry up, take care of yourself, don't save money, buy some meat." The old woman stretched her head and shouted into the call interface, afraid that her son would not hear.

"Hey, I see, Mom."

beep!

The call ended, and the parchment floating on the virtual scroll disappeared, and the two old men stood there for a long time without saying a word.

After a long time, the old woman wiped the corners of her eyes and said hoarsely, "Old man, how do you say that the god of the Internet should be sacrificed?"