In the wetland in Hollevin, almost thirty Mage players were turning swamps into rock foundations, and then from rock foundations into regular mud, with spells.

  Roland was among them. He snapped his finger and turned the two hundred square meters of swamps into rocks, before he transformed them back.

  The process took him about seven seconds, and other players more than twelve seconds in general.

  The gap didn’t look huge, but the areas that the other Mage players transformed were generally between fifty to a hundred square meters, so the difference was actually very big

  They had been working here for two days. A very huge swamp had been turned into a regular muddy land.

  Seeing that his mana bar was almost empty, Roland sat down and took a break while he drank fruit wine from the system Backpack.

  After that, he picked up a handful of mud that he just transformed and observed it. He was slightly surprised. “Did you find anything?” O’Neal came to him from the rear and asked.

  O’Neal was the leader of those players. Also, he was very capable too. His efficiency of transformation was far from Roland’s, but still much higher than that of other players.

  “The swamps here were very fertile, but the soil is apparently much less so after the transformation. It doesn’t make sense.” “In fact, I think it makes a lot of sense,” O’Neal said with a smile. “Considering the conservation of mass, the total mass of the swamps must be lower than that of the solid soil after the transformation, so where’s the additional mass from? The drop of fertility can be conversation of mass from a magic perspective, right?”


  Roland nodded. “You do have a point.”


  “So, many things that seem unreasonable in this magic world have their own explanations.” O’Neal smiled. “As long as this game is alive for long enough, we’ll be able to uncover more things that can be applied to reality.” Roland looked at O’Neal in surprise.

  O’Neal raised his eyebrows. “It seems that you’ve already brought some magic ideas to reality, haven’t you?” Roland’s eyes widened, as if he had been greatly shocked. “What? Magic ideas can be brought to reality?”


  Then, Roland slapped his thigh and laughed. “You are a funny man. How can you take the items or spells in the game to reality? If such mysterious phenomena existed on Earth, the government would’ve controlled it a long time. Or…… are you able to cast spells in reality already?”


  In the end, Roland looked at O’Neal up and down with great curiosity.

  O’Neal shrugged. “How is it possible? If you can’t do it as the best Mage, I certainly can’t. I merely think that it’s a possibility.”


  “In fact, I would love to cast spells in reality.” Roland put on a melancholy expression. “I can destroy the world in the game, but I’m just a weak ordinary person in reality. I’m always disappointed when I return to reality from the

  game.”


  O’Neal patted Roland’s shoulder. “That’s fine. I can understand, because I’m just like you.”


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  Then, they talked about some magic problems and continued transforming the swamps.

  They continued doing the job until the daily shutdown of the game server. Roland crawled out of the virtual cabin and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

  “As expected of a bigshot with a high IQ. He’s already suspecting that I can cast spells in reality.” Roland waved, and two blue Hands of Magic flew out and grabbed clothes for him from the closet. “I wonder if my acting tricked him.”


  Roland told nobody that he could cast spells in reality.

  He didn’t even tell his parents or his closest friends, so there was no way that he would divulge it to someone he barely knew.

  After freshening himself up, Roland called Qi Shaoqiu. “Have you checked up on Jin Wenwen recently?”


  “I have no time for her,” said Qi Shaoqiu in an extremely angry voice over the phone. “I’ve already suffered a tragic loss by paying thousands of yuan for her. There’s no way that I will check up on her again.” “You can always meet her and ask for your money back.” Roland teased him.

  “Forget it. I don’t want to see her family.” Qi Shaoqiu yawned. “I’ll hang up the phone if that’s all. I know you want to visit her because you want to ask for the address of the old man who practices the Bald Head Art. Go ask her yourself. Don’t bring me in.”


  “It’s the Iron Head Art.”


  Qi Shaoqiu said helplessly, “I don’t care about what it is…… Right, my sister made too much breakfast. Why don’t you come and grab a bite? It’s your favorite noodles.”


  “Okay, I’m on my way.”


  Remembering the noodles that Night Tide Sands made, Roland instantly drooled.

  Her food was really delicious.

  He rode a bike to the saber arts club for breakfast and chatted with Night Tide Sands for a moment, before he came to the hospital on the bike too.

  He asked the nurse and learned that Jin Wenwen had been transferred from the ICU to a regular ward, so he went to her ward with the apples he bought on the way as gifts.

  When he found Jin Wenwen, she was lying on the bed with a middle-aged woman sitting next to her.

  Jin Wenwen saw Roland the moment he arrived. She was rather surprised.

  Roland greeted the middle-aged woman and put the apples on a nightstand next to the bed. Then he said, “It seems that you’re fine now. You’ll probably be discharged from the hospital in a few days.”


  “Thank you very much.” Jin Wenwen couldn’t sit up because of the surgery, so she said slowly while still lying on the bed. “Before I passed out, I saw you making a call. You were the one who informed Qi Shaoqiu, right?”


  Roland nodded.

  At this moment, the middle-aged woman remarked angrily, “Why did you mention that scumbag? He didn’t even check on his girlfriend once. Curse that unscrupulous man.”


  Roland said casually, “Aunt, it’s wrong of you to say that. Qi Shaoqiu is no longer Jin Wenwen’s boyfriend. It was already responsible enough that he carried Jin Wenwen to the ambulance, paid for the emergency treatment, and signed the surgery consent form. You can’t ask more from him.” “Aren’t you Wenwen’s friend? Why are you defending him?” The middle-aged woman seemed angry.

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  Roland heaved a sigh. “I’m Qi Shaoqiu’s friend. I’m not that close to Jin Wenwen.”


  Slightly surprised, the middle-aged woman sized up Roland. “You’re not Wenwen’s pursuer?”


  “No.”


  The middle-aged woman immediately seemed embarrassed.

  At this moment, Jin Wenwen interjected, “Mom, will you give us a moment?” “Okay, just call me if you need anything.”


  Jin Wenwen nodded.

  After the middle-aged woman left the ward, Jin Wenwen said with a smile, “Sorry, my mom is just like that. She’s always blunt.”


  Roland was rather surprised that Jin Wenwen, despite her usual meanness and cynicism, actually apologized.

  “Stop looking at me as if I were an alien.” Jin Wenwen chuckled. “I had a near-death experience. Isn’t it normal that I had some epiphanies?”


  At this moment, Jin Wenwen was less domineering, rather gentler and more feminine.

  She looked less annoying than before.

  “When you’re free, please tell Qi Shaoqiu to come visit me in his spare time.” Jin Wenwen seemed to be at a loss. “I want to talk to him about the past in peace. I did many wrong things, but he was partly responsible too.”


  “Okay.” Roland nodded. “I’ll relay the message for you, but I can’t guarantee that he’ll come.”


  “I understand.” Jin Wenwen smiled casually now that Roland accepted her request. “Also, you’ve come to me for something, right? After all, you hate me; you would never visit me unless you want something from me.” Roland hummed in response. “Actually, I want to know where the father and the son who hurt you live.” “You want to learn martial arts from them?”


  “I think their Iron Head Art is quite good.” Roland found a random excuse.

  He couldn’t reveal the energy masses anyway.

  Jin Wenwen’s eyes bulged. “You will become bald if you practice the Iron Head Art.”


  “Well, I’ll just check it out. I might not really learn it.” Roland felt that he was sweating.

  Did the old man lie when he said that the Iron Head Art wasn’t the main reason for his baldness?

  But he was going there for the energy masses, not the Iron Head Art. That should be fine…… He only hoped that he didn’t have to practice the Iron Head Art to produce the energy masses.

  He was still young and unmarried. He didn’t want to get bald yet.

  Looking at Roland’s stiffened face, Jin Wenwen giggled, which affected her chest where she had a surgery. She frowned in pain but managed to hold it back. She said, “Okay, I have to get some rest. You get on with your business. After I recover, I’ll treat you and Qi Shaoqiu to a fancy dinner for lending me a hand even though we have a bad relationship.”


  She sounded very emotionally mature when she talked about that.

  Roland confirmed that Jin Wenwen was a lot different from before.

  He wondered if she had been possessed by someone else.

  After obtaining the address from Jin Wenwen, Roland soon found the old man on his bike.

  The old man was living in a typical quadrangle courtyard in the village.

  The red gate of the courtyard was wide open, so Roland simply walked in. He saw the old man smacking red bricks against his head very fast with his legs stretched out.

  When the red brick in his left hand was smashed, he would smash that in his right hand.

  The red bricks shattered with a dull noise the moment they hit his head. The remains of the bricks paved a circle of rubble on the floor.

  There was a heap of about fifty bricks before the old man. Very soon, he smashed all of them.

  Then, he opened and raised his hands above his hand, before he slowly pressed them down to concentrate his qi on his abdomen as an ending movement.

  Roland couldn’t help but applaud.

  He was truly impressed.

  The old man wasn’t too happy to see Roland. “Young man, it’s a taboo to peep at somebody else who’s practicing martial arts…… But we’re in a society of law now, so I won’t punish you for that.”


  Roland chuckled and said, “Uncle, you’re truly generous. I’m here to learn……”


  At this moment, Roland’s eyes suddenly caught a few masses of invisible energy in the hall across the fifteen-meter-long courtyard behind the old man.

  Damn it…… I’ve come to the right place.