What a Sin

The goal of seeing a demon had been achieved. The two girls knew that with just their own strength, they couldn't stand against a Servant Level demon, so there was no need to continue.

And so, the three of them came out together.

"Training requires a team. You're missing a Destruction Mage."

On the way back, Bai Mo pointed out the flaws in their earlier battle.

Hearing that, Mu Nujiao nodded in agreement. "By then, I should have reached Level Two and be able to use Vine Transformation: Whip, but even a Level Two Whip can't deal fatal damage to a demon. We do need a Destruction Mage as a teammate."

"Jiaojiao, I think that Zhang Lulu is pretty good. She's Lightning Element," Aitutu, who had been listening in from the side, said at that moment.

"Mm." Mu Nujiao nodded, clearly having thought of that classmate from their class as well.

Bai Mo, who had been walking unhurriedly at the side, also raised an eyebrow, inexplicably feeling that the name sounded a little familiar.

They hailed two cars, and the three of them each went home.

The Regional Elimination Tournament ended very quickly. Without any surprises, they took first place.

As for their latter two opponents, from Bai Mo's point of view, they weren't much stronger than the team from Chang Kong High School they had encountered in the first match.

However, their opponent in the third match was a little different. Their Water Magician could already stack Water Barrier. Although he could only do it once, that was already quite impressive.

Unfortunately, Mei Qian was a Lightning Mage, so two layers of Water Barrier didn't have much effect.

Still, after two battles, Mei Qian, Zhou Tianyuan, and Zhao Qingying had become much smoother and more natural in their use and chaining of magic.

There was also a sharper edge of confidence about them now, and they looked a little like minor geniuses.

They were all people with decent talent, yet they only now felt that their own strength was outstanding. They must have been suppressed by the teachers at school for too long.

Bai Mo felt that was probably the case.

He did not consider in the slightest that he himself might have been part of the reason.

"What's this?"

Bai Mo sat on the beanbag sofa at home, looking at the rhombus-shaped crystal Patriarch Bai had just given him, which glimmered with rainbow colors, and asked Patriarch Bai, who always watched his tablet the moment he got a break.

He ruled out a Thought Stone immediately. Although he had never actually seen a Thought Stone, he had seen pictures. Thought Stones didn't look this bewitching.

Without even raising his head, Patriarch Bai said in an extremely calm tone:

"An Illusion Stone. It has both space and Mind Element attributes, mainly the Mind Element. This is a kind of Cultivation Resource used to train Mental Power. Crush it, and you'll experience a stretch of life memories that don't belong to you, as if you were dreaming. It might be a tree, or a bird, a bug, a demon, or a person!"

"Different experiences, different lives. The Illusion Stone won't trap you inside them, but it can transform all of that into nourishment for the growth of your Mental Power."

"Tsk, tsk. Where did you get this from?" Bai Mo clicked his tongue. Had that long-lost family support arrived for him again? He had to confirm it.

"You don't need to worry about that. The family can only provide you with one of these every half a year, and you can only use one every half a year as well. Otherwise, there'll be a risk of schizophrenia."

Bai Mo's brow rose slightly, and he asked curiously, "The family has a channel like this? How come I didn't know?"

Hearing that, the corner of Patriarch Bai's mouth, hidden beneath the tablet and lit green by the glow, curled up slightly, but his tone remained calm as he said:

"We didn't before. We do now!"

"Oh." Bai Mo was briefly dazed. "How is this thing made?"

"I don't know! This is an ability of Mind Element mages, or possibly some secret inheritance. In any case, it isn't a forbidden art, so use it without worry."

"All right." Bai Mo nodded, secretly planning to ask his little treasure Lingling and the great observer Ding Yumian about it. "Then if there's nothing else, I'm going to go dream."

"Wait!"

"Mm? If you've got something to say, say it."

Patriarch Bai paused slightly before saying, "You have your eldest uncle's son's Feixin, right? Your cousin Bai Cangfeng's. If you don't, go add him yourself."

"What for?" Bai Mo asked in confusion.

"Cangfeng is about to undergo wilderness training. Your eldest uncle wants you to give him some pointers."

"That's it?" Bai Mo curled his lip. He had thought it was something serious.

Of course he had his Feixin. In a bit, he would just send over the better-written training summaries from the class group chat.

Bai Cangfeng was actually a few months older than him. The reason he was one year below him was that Bai Cangfeng had failed to take the magic high school entrance exam due to an accident, and yet he was too proud to use the back door.

So he ended up one year behind Bai Mo.

Speaking of his eldest uncle, he currently had the highest cultivation among the middle-aged generation of the Bai family, and so he had always been devoting himself to cultivation, ignoring worldly affairs.

Patriarch Bai had only devoted his energy to managing family affairs because his magic talent was not very good.

As for Bai Cangfeng, he did have talent. He was just a little too proud.

But in front of Bai Mo, he was all right.

Thinking this, Bai Mo was about to get up and return to his room to see what kind of dream was inside this Illusion Stone.

Just as he turned around, he paused again and asked, "Patriarch Bai, what if the life memories inside this Illusion Stone belong to a woman? What then?"

"They won't. After you wake up, you'll only know what species you were and your general experiences. As for sex, male or female, and all the trivial details, you won't remember any of them."

"That's fine, then." Nodding, Bai Mo dispelled his concerns and returned to his room.

First, he did his daily meditation and his roaming through the Dimensional Plane.

Only then did Bai Mo lie down on the bed, press the Illusion Stone to the spot between his brows, and close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on the steps by the sea, with a little girl beside him. The little girl asked him adorably, "Then from now on, you're my big brother?"

He put one hand on the little girl's shoulder and looked at her seriously as he said, "Mm! From now on, your big brother will protect you forever!"

Then the scene shifted. As if a shortcut key had been pressed, Bai Mo's mind sank completely into it. He seemed to have done many things, yet he had no memory of a single one.

When the scene before his eyes became clear again, he saw that he was in a place that looked like an orphanage.

In his hand, he was desperately pulling a little girl who had fallen to the ground. The little girl was still adorable, but in front of them...

There was also a monster whose head was shaped like a starfish, with a white face and equally pale pupils, its whole body covered in oily green leaves, walking over with heavy steps.

"Get up, hurry up!" He pulled the little girl's hand and shouted with all his might.

The little girl looked at him too, tears in her eyes, but she just could not stand up. She cried out anxiously, "Big brother, I can't run anymore!"

"Come on, you can do it, hurry!" he shouted, like a coach encouraging an athlete.

"Waaah~~~~~~~~~~~!!!"

The monster's terrifying cry followed right after.

The little girl also sobbed, "I really can't run anymore!"

Bai Mo felt very strange. At that moment, he truly felt as anxious as that boy, yet the clarity in the deepest part of his mind let him understand that this was a dream. And besides, the scene before his eyes looked rather familiar.

The story was still continuing—

He pulled the little girl, shouting nonstop, "Hurry! Get up!" while watching the monster come closer and closer.

And the little girl whimpered, "I really can't run anymore!"

After all the tugging and pulling, the monster's huge roar frightened him into letting go, and the monster arrived before the little girl.

He hurriedly got to his feet, grabbed a stone in a black bag he was carrying, and ran.

Time flowed again, and his consciousness sank once more. In the blink of an eye, who knew how many years had passed? He returned once more to this city that was etched into his bones.

He became an intern host.

By then, it was already late at night. Just as he was about to pick up a younger sister, he saw several suspicious-looking fellows.

So he shouted loudly and turned on the high beams, drawing everyone's attention.

Then with a flying leap, he knocked down those suspicious people, said something rather arrogant, casually shook the waist bag at his side, transformed into the Black Rhino Armor, and defeated the Energy Beast that had suddenly appeared.

After that, he mocked the man whose looks were actually on par with his own.

Then came several more battles. After going through all kinds of hardships, he beat Yanlong Xia to the ground and became the Armor Captain.

But the plot always slowed down whenever he recalled promising Bing'er in childhood that he would protect her forever.

Then...

He came to the restaurant he often visited, ordered a cup of hot orange juice, answered a call from a team member, and harshly lectured him, "Mountains and rivers may change, but a person's nature is hard to alter! A rotten orange is still a rotten orange."

Deep in his heart, that sliver of Bai Mo's clear consciousness was a little speechless. He did not want to watch the plot after this, so that wisp of his mind also sank completely into the story.

Only the mind power of the Illusion Stone remained, maintaining the clarity and transparency of his true heart.

The scenes kept changing. He did one thing after another that he believed was right, only to be slapped hard in the face by reality in the end.

Then he suddenly repented, turned into synthetic material to save the world, and finally lived out a life as calm as still water.

Bai Mo woke up. He opened his eyes, his gaze hazy for a few seconds before becoming clear again.

Taking a deep breath, his first feeling was speechlessness.

What the hell was that!

The guy who made this Illusion Stone—was he sick in the head? Then Bai Mo sank into an even deeper speechlessness and sighed.

"What a sin!!"

This world originally did not have Armor Warriors, but later, it did.

Why?

First of all, Bai Mo felt that it definitely had nothing to do with him.

He had only heard that the magic tools from his second uncle's family were not selling, so he had given him an idea and handed over a script that was close enough.

Right, it was all Second Uncle's fault!

As for the cut from the magic tool sales?

Sorry, he forgot.

Those armor magic tools had only been popular for a while in the first place because the pictures differed too much from the actual products. In the past few years, they could not even keep up with his allowance anymore.

Final conclusion: the creator of this Illusion Stone was utterly despicable!

Mm. Thinking of that, Bai Mo suddenly remembered that his second uncle had asked him last week if he had any ideas for filming another advertisement.

Bai Mo fell into thought.

He heard it seemed to be for the launch of a new batch of Demon-Slaying Tools, and his uncle would give him a third of the profits.

Wuxia stories were pretty popular in this world, and he wasn't a kid anymore now, so maybe... he could give him something along the lines of Yitian Tulong Ji?

Although he only remembered the plot vaguely, this was Magic World. There were plenty of ways to recall it.

Blue Light Company's Heart's Moon Potion was a very good choice. It could help people remember some memories long buried in the dust.

Shaking his head and pulling back his thoughts, Bai Mo began to examine what he had gained.

He took out the Mental Power Detection Instrument he had bought last time. It was a device similar to a thermometer.

But its detection results were not very precise. When Bai Mo's psychic power fell onto it, its light brightened and gradually filled the first three bars, indicating that his Mental Realm was level three.

But as for what state he was in within the third level, and how far he was from the next stage, it could not give an answer.

Tossing it aside, Bai Mo could feel that his mental power had increased by quite a bit, but by how much? He did not know either. In any case, it was a lot.

It was equivalent to half a year's gains from cultivating mental power.

Cultivating mental power at the third level was all about accumulation. The last stretch of a journey was the hardest; no matter how much his mental power had grown now...

As long as he had not broken through the boundary between level three and level four, then his accumulation was still insufficient, and he needed to keep accumulating.

Because this meant crossing the gulf between a minor realm and the Mid-Realm. Its difficulty was not much less than a mage's cultivation breaking through from the Intermediate Level to the Advanced Level. Quantitative change alone was not enough; he still needed continuous quantitative changes to give rise to a qualitative change.

Only then could he ultimately reach the fourth level, the Mid-Realm.

The Illusion Stone did still have some use. He just did not know what his family had paid for this channel that could obtain Illusion Stones.

After thinking for a moment, Bai Mo stopped thinking about it. One generation planted the trees so the next could enjoy the shade. In the future, wouldn't he also be the previous generation? Passing the torch on was simply how it was.

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