bookbashuk Chapter 3 The Difference Between Geniuses and Ordinary People
Chapter 3 The Difference Between Geniuses and Ordinary People
"Ah~"
Lynn took a deep breath.
He felt no tension whatsoever; the ethereal magic of the Magic Forest made him feel as if he were home.
As Lynn tried to activate the magic within his body, a faint glow appeared in his eyes.
Skill - Night Vision.
Using her skills and the moonlight, Lynn was able to see what was coming.
Scorpions, each about the size of a palm.
"It's a [Dead Leaf Scorpion], a low-level monster, social, nocturnal, with venom that paralyzes. A sting isn't fatal, but it's very troublesome." Lynn's voice was unusually calm; he didn't even stop walking.
"Ignore them, stay close to me, keep moving forward, and keep up the pace."
"Don't run away."
"They have poor eyesight and rely on vibrations to sense things, so we move at a constant speed to avoid them."
Abel stared wide-eyed at his son—how did this kid know so much? And the "Dead Leaf Scorpion"?
This old hunter, all he knew was that there were poisonous scorpions in the forest!
Why does Lynn look so familiar?
This brings to mind the fact that back then, in order to gain a deeper understanding of Lia's background story (I'm definitely not interested in historical anecdotes, but rather in her body, hehe), I ventured deep into the Monster Forest.
I thoroughly enjoyed the gifts and love of nature here.
This experience laid the foundation for him to become one of the top 100 players later on.
That's right. After destroying the Blackthorn Territory, Lia went home and buried old Abel and her mother together before fleeing into the Demon Forest.
We're just taking the first step into the future.
Sure enough, after moving at a constant speed, the rustling sounds faded into the distance and gradually disappeared.
"How...how did you know?" Abel couldn't help but ask.
"I've sneaked here to explore a few times before," Lynn lied without batting an eye, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings like a scanner.
Yes, the terrain here matches the map of [Graywood Village - Forest Outskirts] in the game by 90%.
There should be a small slope ahead if you turn left. At the bottom of the slope is a nearly dry streambed. It's safer to walk upstream along the streambed...
It can basically avoid areas where dangerous monsters gather.
Reach the end of the stream, and you'll reach your destination for tonight.
"This way." Lynn led the way, turning left.
Leah followed closely behind Lynn, feeling a strange sense of security as she looked at his back.
My brother is really...reliable.
And since he agreed to the marriage, she would be her brother's wife from now on, right?
Thinking about this, Leah's cheeks flushed again.
How should I address you from now on? Should I still call you "brother"?
"Watch out for what's in front of you."
Lynn suddenly spoke up and lowered his body.
He also noticed that Leah didn't seem to react much, so he picked up a long branch from the ground.
Turning around, with a flick of his wrist, he precisely removed the white, thread-like object in front of Leah, pushing it aside so that it landed on a nearby tree branch.
Then he shielded the still-dazed Leah in front of him.
The movement was clean and efficient, carrying an indescribable skill.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Seeing that she had almost caused trouble because of her distraction, Leah felt extremely apologetic, feeling sorry for her brother and father.
"I'm so sorry, I..." Leah felt extremely guilty, having dragged her father and brother into running away from home with her, and now she was holding them back.
"It's alright, Leah." Lynn patted Leah's head to comfort her.
This hair is so soft and smooth, it's so lovely to touch.
I like to touch it.
In her past life, she was such a cold and aloof witch villain; now she's so adorable and innocent.
Hey.
"There's some kind of abandoned web from a spider here. It has residual stickiness and a weak neurotoxin. If you get it on, it will itch for half a day," Lynn explained.
Abel's eyelids twitched as he watched.
This technique of picking up the net requires several years of experience to master!
But Lynn used to be quite serious about learning archery from him; otherwise, he would often sneak out to play.
Did you learn it when you sneaked out to play?
"Let's keep going," Lynn said.
"Mmm." Leah responded, her face slightly flushed, lost in thought.
After advancing a while, a low "gurgling" sound came from ahead.
It sounded like the rumbling of some kind of monster.
Abel and Leah immediately tensed up. Leah gently tugged at Lynn's sleeve. "Brother."
Lynn stopped and listened intently.
then……
He actually began to mutter softly, tracing lines in front of him with his fingers: "Free water elements, heed the call, gather here, forming a barrier that refracts light—[Water Curtain Lens]."
As the strange syllables of the chanting incantation fluctuated, a faint, almost imperceptible dampness appeared in the air in front of Lynn's fingertips.
next second.
A transparent water curtain, about half a meter in diameter and as thin as a cicada's wing, appeared out of thin air and hovered in front of Lynn.
It actually worked.
No skill books needed!
It seems I wasn't transported here as a player.
In his past life, Lynn focused on practicing spellcasting without chanting, which has filled his mind with all sorts of magical knowledge.
This is practically like a Celestial King being reborn and returning!
Through the water curtain, I could actually see the shadow of the source of the sound.
Lynn glanced at the water curtain. "It's just a Thick-skinned Warthog, not a monster, just a regular large wild beast, omnivorous, gnawing on tree roots, about eighty meters away from us, and hasn't noticed us."
"If we're not in a hurry, we can use this to hunt."
Abel and Lydia stared in disbelief at the floating water curtain, then looked at Lynn.
"Magic...magic? You can do magic?" Old Abel stammered, his heart pounding with excitement.
He slapped himself, the crisp sound echoing clearly in the quiet forest.
Oh my God!
it is true!
His own son turned out to be a noble mage.
That was a legendary being, so noble that even a commoner like myself would find it dirty to lick their shoes.
Oh! Praise be to the Seven Gods.
My son is a Buddhist monk.
"Actually, the reason I used to sneak out so often was because I became an apprentice of a great mage," Lynn explained, dispersing the water curtain.
"That great mage said that I would awaken and become a great prophet."
"Everything in the world inspires me."
"Just now, I felt something calling to me from the Forest of Magic."
A prophet is someone who can foresee the future.
A character who can fool people with just one sentence like "xx inspired me".
Europe!
Seven gods above.
My son is not only a monk.
He was also a legendary prophet.
That's the being in the story who can save the world.
I actually...
Back then, they even locked him in the house, almost depriving my child of the chance to become a high-ranking monk.
If Lynn misses out on becoming the Master of the Sorcerers, I'll have to repent to the Seven Gods for the rest of my life.
Old Abel was both shocked and delighted, and his fear of the monster forest lessened somewhat.
Because in his view, the sorcerer was omnipotent.
Moreover, he was a legendary prophet.
As if remembering something, Lynn continued to explain.
"Actually, the principle is very simple, and Leah can learn it too."
"It involves gathering water vapor to form a concave-convex lens, using the refraction of light for observation at great distances."
"The key lies in the subtle guidance of the water element and the precise control of the lens curvature. No incantations are needed; all that is required is to understand the principles and perform sufficiently refined mental manipulation."
Lynn spoke casually, as if he were explaining how to start a fire.
Leah blinked her platinum-gray eyes and asked curiously, "Brother, me? Can I really do it?"
Lynn smiled and said, "Yes, and I can also teach you something even more powerful: casting spells without chanting."
"And what is that?" Leah continued to ask.
"It means you can cast spells without chanting," Lynn continued to explain.
"In essence, a spell is a mantra that helps with mental concentration and guides the elements to arrange themselves according to specific rules."
"If you have a thorough understanding of how water elements gather, shape, and maintain a stable refractive structure, and your mental control is precise enough, then you don't need to recite the incantation."
"Like..."
Lynn thought for a moment and came up with a simple analogy: "Just like some people who want to cast water magic without chanting may need to study certain materials and chant the spell, but if they have the principles of water magic in their minds, they can cast it without chanting."
"Then...brother, do you know any more powerful magic?"
"Or... a duel?" Lydia asked, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
If the older brother is very powerful, can he defeat the evil baron?
Lynn was immediately a little embarrassed.
"Well... I understand the principle behind it."
"In theory, I know the energy trajectory, elemental compression method, and activation techniques of the first-tier magic [Water Arrow] inside and out."
"I can explain the power generation techniques, blood circulation routes, and even how to reduce air resistance of the first-tier combat skill [Swift Step] in great detail."
Then Lynn shrugged with a wry smile.
"But with my current mental state, using a low-mana-cost first-tier spell is already my limit."
"Water Arrow Technique"
"My mental strength is insufficient to compress elements."
"Swift Step".
"My physique and strength can't support that kind of explosive speed; my tendons and muscles would be strained, and my bones might fall apart."
Lynn sighed and summarized in a more humorous way: "It's like a galloping horse charging straight at you, and you instantly plan the best evasion route in your mind—jump three meters to the left and roll forward to absorb the force."
"Yay! It's theoretically entirely feasible!"
↖(^ω^)↗
"But in reality, your brain issued the command."
But your legs say—no, you don't want to.
"Your reaction speed isn't fast enough, your agility isn't sufficient, and in the end you can only watch helplessly as you're knocked away by the galloping horse."
Then another problem arises—what if a speeding Da Yun bus is heading straight for you?
Will you do a cool three-meter jump to the left while simultaneously rolling forward to dissipate the force, or will you travel to another world to start over?
Abel: "..."
Abel felt that Lynn was saying something profound, but he couldn't understand it at all.
However, a transparent water curtain, as thin as a cicada's wing, slowly appeared in front of Leah.
woc!
Is this the difference between ordinary people and geniuses?