Chapter 670: The Road to Retirement

Feng Huan, who was released from prison, felt indignant.

I'm a seventy-year-old man and I just want to spend a few years in jail.

Who wants to resurrect the Kingdom's revised prison law, requiring prisoners to participate in high-intensity carpentry, sewing, weaving and vegetable growing work? Feng Huan's old arms and legs could not bear it anymore.

When he was released from prison this time, he knew that the path of prison retirement was no longer feasible.

The old man sighed and looked up at the pale sun in the sky.

Since the catastrophe from outer space, the world has become cold and gloomy, food is decreasing, heating fuel consumption is increasing, and everyone is in a state of panic.

The situation in Fengxing Realm where Fenghuan is located is particularly serious.

It is a world without production, extremely dependent on imports of various resources.

In the neighboring Twin Snake Merchant Republic, money dominates everything. Since agriculture, forestry, and mining are not very profitable, they are not willing to invest in these areas. However, Fengxing Realm has none of these things at all.

Fengxing Realm is the land chosen by God. Elite criminals chosen by God or apostles are sent here to undergo trials there.

There are many trial towers over there. If you can break through the spell blockade, various traps and guarding monsters in the tower, you can obtain rich resources - including food, omnipotent stones, various equipment and props, etc.

On the other hand, the gods have also prepared a path for those who are not combat specialists.

Whether you are good at stealing, deceiving, speaking eloquently, imitating, assassinating, poisoning, or bewitching, you can participate in the skill assessment. If you pass the level assessment, you can receive one year's survival resources in a specific tower.

The resources of Fengxing Realm are granted by gods and can only be obtained through brute force and skill assessments.

This place is sealed off by the gods, and to obtain permission to leave, one must pass an extremely difficult exit trial.

The locals call themselves "talented people".

Feng Huan was also very successful in the Fengxing world when he was young. He participated in the team's journey to the tower and maintained sufficient competitiveness in the skill assessment.

However, after decades of this kind of wandering, carefree life, mutual vigilance and stabbing each other, he felt really tired of it.

At the age of seventy, the magician Feng Huan finally passed the test and was able to leave the Fengxing Realm.

After he arrived at the Resurrection Kingdom, he had not lived a normal retirement life for two days when a natural disaster struck. The sun disappeared, darkness fell overhead, hurricanes formed by dust storms ravaged the earth, and meteorites fell from the sky from time to time.

There are countless sharp iron sands in the dust storm. When they roll past at high speed, it is like thousands of sharp blades waving at high speed, like an invisible ghost army galloping across the earth.

Meteorites are easy to identify, as you can see their long tails of fire falling from the sky, whether it is day or night. However, meteorites will break into many fragments in mid-air, and these fragments will rush to the ground silently and at high speed. If you are unlucky, being hit will either kill you or leave you disabled.

People wore bone helmets and reduced outdoor activities as much as possible. At the same time, they further reinforced the tops of their houses and dug basements to provide more security protection.

A large number of outsiders from places like the Twin Snakes Kingdom and the Mystic Kingdom poured in, and those without fixed residences were arranged to live in temporary sheds. As the number of people increased, these temporary residences became narrow, stuffy, and extremely noisy.

Feng Huan was very depressed.

I finally made it out of this old man, ready to turn over a new leaf and make a living as a magician, but ended up encountering this kind of bad luck. In this environment, no one watches magic shows.

So he took a different approach.

Feng Huan broke into a private house and was arrested by the police station. According to the laws of the Resurrection Kingdom, burglars will be fined and imprisoned for one to five years, and receive relevant education.

The prison is much more comfortable than the shed!

However, Feng Huan encountered a large-scale labor reform soon after he was imprisoned. All criminals, regardless of age, had to participate and obey orders.

He was in excruciating pain.

If I can just weave, sew, do carpentry and knitting honestly, can I go into the fashion industry?

After Feng Huan came out with back pain, he knew that his strategy of staying in jail was no longer feasible, so he began to search for a suitable target.

Soon, he found a young man.

Chek, a member of the short-bearded tribe of the Anvil Federation, is 24 years old, single, has a mustache, and dyed blond hair. He dreams of becoming a legendary dwarf like the Blast Furnace Wizard. He is a barber on the surface, but his real identity is the descendant of a dwarf chief.

He meets the characteristics of a young person that Fenghuan needs: curious, not afraid to spend money, has ideals, and wants to prove himself.

Chek gives haircuts to poor refugees for free.

As a young man, helping the weak can make him feel noble and satisfied.

Feng Huan sat on a chair, his messy hair being cut by Chek's big scissors.

"Young man, I have been observing you for some days."

Feng Huan said slowly: "You have a compassionate heart and a noble and humble soul. You let me see the shadows of those heroic epics that were passed down in the past. I am old, and it is really comforting and happy to see a young person like you."

"If you don't mind, I'll teach you a little trick."

The sound of scissors above my head suddenly stopped.

The young dwarf said, "Are you trying to cheat me out of my money?"

The old man smiled and said, "My name is Feng Huan, and I come from the Wind Realm. You can ask anyone to find out who I am."

Feng Huan is not afraid of being tested.

So far, everyone who has teamed up with Feng Huan has died.

Some people were prepared to kill each other from the beginning, some died in the brutal fight to the death in the Trial Tower, and some became prey to others when they got old. Death was the norm.

Feng Huan learned the spirit of Feng Xing from the older generation. He came and went like the wind, acted ruthlessly and accurately, and when he was not sure whether the other party was trying to murder him, he would assume that the other party would do it...so he would take the initiative.

Feng Huan was different when he was young. He would always stab, poison, and set up magic mechanisms with a smile to ensure that his teammates could stay in the Trial Tower forever.

As he got older, Feng Huan slowly changed.

Actually, it has nothing to do with age.

Feng Huan can only live a relatively comfortable and carefree life by relying on mutual killing in Fengxing Realm. Most of the elderly people in Fengxing Realm have this experience.

"The key to a magician is misdirection."

Feng Huan said slowly: "This is the basics."

"For example, look, is my hair growing?"

"How is this possible..."

Chek said casually, and when he glanced at it, the smile on his face suddenly froze. Feng Huan's messy gray hair, which had been cut off, was now draped over his shoulders.

"How did you do that? I clearly cut it off with a pair of scissors." The dwarf looked at the cross-shaped scissors in his hand, and then looked at the ground - the old man's gray hair that had been cut off was gone.

"Like I said just now, it's just a little trick, a misdirection."

The old magician smiled with wrinkles on his face. "Why is that? Because your focus now is on me, not my hair, so I can easily do something to them. It's simple, but very useful."

“…”

The dwarf youth suddenly realized something, and his eyes became sharp: "I know, it's a wig, you are wearing a wig."

Then he pulled Feng Huan's hair hard, making the old man grimace in pain.

“Stop, stop…”

“It’s actually real hair!”

The dwarf was shocked.

Then, he carefully looked at the old man's hair from left to right, lifted up his hair to observe the scalp underneath, and tapped on the skull with his fingers, making Feng Huan's face twitch.

This stinky boy from a rich family! "I admit that your trick did fool me."

The dwarf youth stroked his beard and said, "But what's the use of this kind of trick? Isn't the Wind Realm very cruel? If you perform tricks on others, will they give you money?"

“…”

Feng Huan tried hard to maintain a polite smile.

Don't be angry, don't be angry... If it were fifty years ago, your body would be stiff by now! At this time, a horn sounded on the street.

The Skeleton Knights blew their horns along the way and shouted, "It's getting dark, take shelter!"

People on the street immediately fled in all directions, skillfully and quickly looking for shelters and caves to hide.

The dwarf Chek invited Feng Huan to his underground shelter.

It's called a shelter, but it's more like an underground castle.

There is a spherical bunker reinforced with metal and bones on the ground, and underground is a magnificent five-story underground building. Each floor has houses, corridors, pools and gardens, and even a prayer square dedicated to the statues of Yao clan gods.

"Master."

The dwarf said, "It must be difficult for a magician like you to be in the world of wind. You are already quite old now. I just pulled your hair... As an apology, you can stay here first. I will pay for your food and drink. But I am not interested in your magic. I am not interested in fake things."

Feng Huan had prepared a lot of words but had no place to use them, and he felt a little depressed.

Fortunately, the goal was achieved.

Found a money bag.

But if you want the other party to continue spitting out gold coins, you have to work harder.

So Feng Huan said: "Misleading is not false."

He opened his dirty sack and took out a wooden box.

There was a lot of fine sand in the box, as well as two kinds of square stones, black and white. Each stone was polished to be uniform and of equal size.

Feng Huan began to piece the stones together one by one.

“The basics of many things are very simple, just like the two kinds of stones in my hand. Black represents darkness, and white represents light.”

“In this [Trick Box], I will boldly imitate the gods and try to construct a world where darkness and light diverge.”

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Feng Huan raised his hand and arranged the stones one by one in a specific order, forming a strange and uniform pattern between black and white.

Then the old man raised his dry and thin hands and said to the dwarf youth: "Pay attention, the following is the moment to witness the magic trick."

He gently closed the lid of the box, leaving only a closable hole on the top.

The old man gestured, "Please look at this hole."

Chek was skeptical, but he still moved his face closer and looked into the box with his eyes against the small hole.

There is a starry sky in the box.

In the box, which was as dark as the night sky, there were twinkling lights in the distance, as if what one saw was not a small box, but a bird's-eye view of another smaller world.

A certain star suddenly grew rapidly in size and then turned into a bright ball of light. It was the moon.

Under the moonlight, the world on the sand in the box was revealed.

In this world, there are many slowly growing grasses and trees, they are all very small, but everything is so real. And among the grass, there is a small four-legged beast attacking a big ant, and the two sides are fighting fiercely.

Chek was reading with great concentration when suddenly everything went dark in front of his eyes and he could no longer see anything.

Feng Huan's voice rang in my ears: "Because the sequel has not been produced yet, [Trick Box] ends here."

The dwarf youth raised his head and asked: "Why not make a sequel?"

The old man did not answer, but asked: "So, do you think this is true or false?"

“…”

Chek was silent for a while: "It must be fake, it can't be true, only gods can create the world."

"You are right. Creating the world and life is the domain of God. Mortals cannot encroach upon it."

Feng Huan nodded: "But isn't the [Trick Box] real? Don't the tricks inside exist?"

The dwarf seemed to understand something and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

The old magician had already seen through the other party's thoughts.

Hooked, great, that's it.

"How on earth did they do this? Can magic tricks really be so lifelike?" Chek looked at the magic box reluctantly.

"sure."

Feng Huan said: "In fact, the [Trick Box] is just a very basic part of the [Magic Box Garden]."

"Magic Box Garden? What is that?"

"A very complex and special device."

The old man stroked his beard and said, "It looks like a magic box, and inside it is a miniature courtyard made of sand, stones, and even grass leaves."

"In this courtyard, all kinds of spells will pass through the entire box and evolve into infinite changes. I can create the sun and the moon inside, or I can destroy them and turn them into natural disasters like the ones outside."

"I can create all kinds of life in it - they are generated by spells, of course they are not real life, but they did exist briefly in this box."

"Of course, what I use most is to deduce and create various spells. Because spells actually require a lot of experiments, their power and mechanism must be ensured, and their duration and the effects after they are produced instantly must be considered..."

"[Magic Box Garden] is a courtyard in a box made of magic. You can add various spells inside, and these spells can be continuously released inside. Of course, the power will be very small, but it is enough for trial and dismantling."

"If used well, having it is like holding thousands of spells."

Feng Huan smiled: "This is the source of my magic tricks, using magic to transform into magic tricks. I kept the magic part, but removed the power part."

Chek's expression finally changed, and he looked at the old man with respect: "Master... that magic box garden, can you let me take a look?"

"Unfortunately, the [Magic Box] was stolen."

Feng Huan sighed and stroked the wooden box with his fingers: "But I designed a magic mechanism inside. If you try to force it open, it will be destroyed. So now I think it doesn't exist anymore."

"Then can I make another one? I have all kinds of materials here, metal, wood, leather, cotton and linen, omni-stone, elemental crystals... everything!"

Chek said proudly.

"I don't know, because the material used as the basis of the magic box is too unique. It is the wood of a strange sacred tree obtained from an ancient altar. And I am old, my eyesight is blurry and my hands are shaky. It is difficult for me to make it so accurately."

Feng Huan had a sad expression on his face, but he was laughing in his heart, "You kid, you are being harshly controlled by an old man like me!"

Chek insisted, "Then I'll give it a try! Can you guide me? I will definitely follow your instructions! Teacher, please! Let me try! Okay?"

"It's rare that you have such ambition, so give it a try... I will do my best to guide you."

Feng Huan tried hard not to laugh out loud.

…

One day four years later, Feng Huan was eating delicious roasted bighorn sheep leg, accompanied by fresh grape juice and cookies.

He finally lived the old age life he had planned.

Chek, with messy hair, ran over holding a box. "Teacher, teacher! I have restored the [Magic Box Garden]!!!"

"You see, I followed your reminders and descriptions, and eventually added various elemental crystal structures into it, using the four elements of fire, water, earth and wind as the basis, in which the proportions of elements can be mixed to form spells! These spells are wonderful, and theoretically can have infinite variations!"

"I hired scholars from the United Friendship University to participate in the experiment and production. I tried more than 100 boxes, broke 3,000 crystal structures, sold this underground shelter, and finally made it."

Feng Huan was shocked.

Are you crazy? If you sell this house, where will I live? "I use origami dragons as targets and experimental subjects. They can clearly reflect the effects of these spells!"

"And the magic barrier you mentioned is to seal the entire box in the magic structure to prevent leakage and injury. This is very difficult. I hired researchers from the Mystic Arts Research Institute for help at a high salary. Guess what happened? The god of mystic arts, Lord Star Crow, was very interested... With the help of the gods, I was able to restore your great masterpiece!"

"Teacher, you are so strong! The gods say that you are an incredible genius!"

The unshaven Checker looked in awe.

Feng Huanren was a little confused.

He looked at the origami box in front of him, and inside it there was an origami dragon walking around.

Chek twisted a crystal outside the box, and the box suddenly caught fire, burning the origami dragon black. Then he twisted another crystal, and the box suddenly became cold, freezing the origami dragon.

The dwarf youth adjusted the crystal knob again, causing a magnificent scene of water and fire to blend inside the box, wrapping the origami dragon inside. The water and fire spell did not hurt the origami dragon at all, but instead formed a layer of red and white magic armor on its body.

"We can only achieve this level now, but it will definitely get better and better in the future. The significance of this great invention is not only a major breakthrough in research tools, but also allows ordinary people to master and use thousands of spells in practice. Teacher, you will definitely go down in history!" Chek's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Feng Huan looked calm on the surface, but he was extremely panicked inside.

It was clearly a fabricated thing, how could something fake become real? The [Magic Box] was nothing more than the scene displayed by the spell scroll at the bottom of the box.

Feng Huan realized that this matter was by no means simple.

This is... a warning from God.

The old man couldn't help but count down with his hair standing on end.

He hurriedly prayed tremblingly.

Great and merciful God Yao, your loyal servant has absolutely no ill will and no offense towards you. I just want to find a place to retire.

Please forgive me, I won't dare to talk nonsense again...

There will be one update today, and I will resume the second update after I adjust my work and rest schedule.

(End of this chapter)