My settings are above yours!

Chapter 1 A New Era

A high school in the ideal city of Moen.

Teacher’s Office.

"There is a reaction similar to telekinesis, but it is far from reaching the lv1 rating... It's a pity that your telekinesis can't even bend a spoon."

The old teacher looked at the dazzling incompetent rating on the experimental file in his hand, and looked at the plainly dressed person in front of him with a complex expression. The young man's tone was full of regret:

"I remember you came to the ideal city through the outer city talent training program, right?

I know you are not willing to give in, and you want to conduct a few more ability stimulation experiments to take a gamble on the opportunity to stimulate abilities.

But you have participated in three ability stimulation experiments in total. Even if your grades are very good, if you want to conduct another experiment, you will have to use up your loan limit.

You must know that if you fail to get into one of the three universities, the student loans provided by giant companies cannot be delayed for a single point...

But there are only ten days left before the college entrance examination. Have you thought about what to do? ”

Looking at the old teacher’s regretful eyes, Ron also wanted to say that he had a solution.

But he traveled to this future world controlled by superpowers and giant corporations for eighteen years, and the first thing he learned was that manpower is sometimes poor.

No money, no talent, no luck——

Unless an ordinary person like him awakens his personal reality and becomes a superpower, he is doomed to become the most basic gear in the operation of the ideal city, working for a lifetime at the lowest level of a giant company.

Seeing Ron's silence, the old teacher sighed and couldn't help but look aside.

A girl with short brown hair was leaning against the wall, chewing bubbles, blowing pink bubbles one after another.

Pale silver arcs danced between her hair, like silver fish swimming in the algae forest, making a subtle "crackling" sound.

She has awakened the rare "magnetic field rotation" ability, and the personal reality she has constructed is enough to affect the surrounding environment at all times, and she has at least an ability level of lv.2.

Students who have such potential in high school can either be recommended to the three major universities and take important positions in giant companies after graduation, or join the Moen City Government and embark on an official career. Life is simply a piece of cake.

Thinking of this, the old teacher felt a little tired. It was obvious that his two most popular disciples were both from the outer city, and both were extremely talented, possessing computing power that far exceeded that of ordinary high school students.

But because Ron has failed to activate his personal reality so far, the future of the two is already very different visible to the *** eye.

"It would be great if you were as talented as An Hui. With your computing power, as long as you awaken your ability, you will definitely become lv.2 and be admitted to the three universities."

He sighed, but still helped Ron think of a way:

“But you don’t have to worry too much. There are several recommended places for Noah Medical Professional and Technical School in the school. The teacher can find a way to get you one.

I know you have good grades, but a good junior college is not necessarily worse than an undergraduate!

This is a vocational school jointly run by a subsidiary of Noah Medical, such as If you can seize the opportunity, you can work as an intern and become an employee of a giant company in just one week of study, and save a few years of detours.”

The detours you have to take are too many...

In giant companies, there is no hope of promotion or salary increase in a lifetime with a college degree, and the average life span of low-level employees at Noah Pharmaceuticals is less than 30 years old.

Although there is no need to worry about being sent to a laboratory for biopsy by a giant company because you cannot repay the loan, it is just a slow death.

Sure enough, Ideal City does not believe in tears.

If you can't become a superpower, you can only choose between the death penalty and reprieve.

Fortunately, Ron cheated.

He shook his head: "Teacher, actually I still have a way to become a superpower."

Hearing what Ron said, the old teacher couldn't help but be a little stunned:

"Is there a way? You poor... uh, what can you, a student, do?"

Throughout a certain high school, who didn’t know that Ron was not only from a poor family, but also alone. He couldn’t find an emergency contact if he wanted to get a small loan, and he couldn’t squeeze out much of his extraordinary potential. How could he hope to build a personal reality?

"Teacher, have you ever heard of anything about the last era?"

But Ron seemed very confident:

"Decades ago, Tianting Media successfully deciphered the The text of the First Era interprets the relics and classics left over from the previous era.

Through the classics, people understand that before the historical fault caused by the cataclysm, there were many extraordinary entities with unimaginable power.

The human civilization of the past respected them as gods, followed in their footsteps, and relied on their blessings to prepare a substance that could achieve extraordinary results after being consumed. It was called [Sequential Potion].

Tianting Media generously included all the translated documents in the Municipal Library, and I heard that the formula for the potion was included.

Maybe I can use the information they revealed to try to prepare a potion for myself and become a superpower. "

"..."

Listening to Ron's daydream-like thoughts, the old teacher's eyes changed when he looked at him.

From pity for good students to pity for fools.

He was silent for a moment, thinking about his words:

"Well... do you think there is a possibility that what you are talking about is too illusory and has been traced back to the previous era of countless years ago?

After thousands of years of vicissitudes, everything in the old days has changed in countless ways.

Even if you can really ignore these long years and concoct the so-called sequence potion... it is no different from a person with super powers. Relationship.

After all, we all know that the first superpower was the CEO of Moen Business [α]

She conducted the first ability stimulation experiment in human history and created her own personal reality, which opened up a new era of superpowers.

I advise you to focus on a more realistic place instead of carrying out such far-fetched fantasies..."

But Ron did not pay attention to the old teacher's dissuasion. Instead, he asked him with a strange expression:

"So you know what happened in the last era, and you know that it was an era when you could rely on sequence potions to become extraordinary, right? "

The old teacher was stunned, not quite understanding what Ron's question meant:

"Of course... the history of the previous era was written into the textbook when I was a primary school student.

Teacher, although I am old, I am not an old man who cannot remember things. The only information that can be tested in the last era is this. How could I not even remember this clearly? ”

Ron turned to look at the brown-haired girl next to him, "Do you also know, Huihui?"

Anhui blew the bubbles and glanced at Ron in confusion:

"We both got perfect scores in history subjects, how could I not know? Why do you ask such a meaningless question?"

Why?

Ron lowered his head, hiding the slight curve of the corners of his mouth, and glanced at the light screen aside that only he could see.

Because, what about the previous era, what mysteries, what magic potions...

Before yesterday, before Ron chose to modify the world, none of these existed!

……

"Dimension Update Manual", this is the name of the light screen.

This thing has been loading since Ron crossed over, and it was only loaded a few days ago.

It’s so pitiful that after he came to this world as a time traveler, he spent every day studying with all his strength, eating low-priced nutritional creams and working odd jobs just to survive in this world where superpowers are supreme...

In comparison, he began to miss the blessings of 996 in his previous life!

So when he saw that the manual was loaded, tears filled his eyes. He wished he could immediately open a command box and type "whosyourdaddy" and then bully the entire world and vent his anger as the fourth natural disaster.

But after a brief study, he found that this thing was not able to support his desire to dominate the entire world now.

In the light screen of the manual, there are only two options and the player panel -

[Create a new world]

[Enter world archive]

[Player Panel]

Name: Ron

Level: lv.0

Occupation: Superpower

Setting: [Fantasy Dissolution]

As soon as you see the panel, you will know that Ron is just a poor level 0 player with no strength. A wild dog on the roadside can fight him to the edge of the road, and he can't defeat him even if he tries his best.

The remaining two options are somewhat special. They cannot be selected when the manual is first loaded.

It wasn't until Ron accidentally knocked over the bookshelf in the dormitory and picked up a long-dusted copy of "Tarot Divination and Medieval Herbalism" that the manual received new feedback:

[Setting anchor detected, world settings have been generated - "Mystery", "Potion"]

[Please select world settings to fill in the blank world frame and create a new world. 】

[The upper limit of worlds that can be accommodated now is 2]

The [Create New World] option lit up, and Ron finally understood that this manual could rely on the generated world settings as filler to create a new world.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he searched for it, he could not find a new setting anchor. The only one that was favored by the manual was the occult novel bought from a roadside stall.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Ron had no choice but to select the only two settings [Mystery] and [Potion] and pressed [Create New World] on the manual.

The next second, a small trumpet symbol appeared on the manual——

[Version update announcement: In version 3.000, we extinguished the initial fire, exiled everything in the Age of Gods to the starry sky, and added a new setting "Magic Sequence" to the world.

Now, people can become extraordinary by taking magic potion. 】

But apart from this clueless prompt, nothing happened.

He originally thought that his golden finger was a useless semi-finished product, but when he found that the occult novel that served as an anchor had turned into a magic book that could not be opened, and there was an additional article about the history of the previous era in the history book, he realized that his understanding was wrong.

The so-called creation of a new world is not a creation from scratch, but a tampering with the world, fabricating a new era out of thin air in the ancient past that cannot be traced back!

Unfortunately, the [Enter World Archive] option in the manual is still not on, but a new prompt pops up for the newly appeared magic book in Ron's hand:

[Input extraordinary power to set the anchor - "Introduction to Occultism" to charge, to open the door to the "Magic Age" of the created world. 】

[The current charging progress is: 0%]

——Then the problem comes.

Where did he go to recharge this magic book?

There is no way this thing will be exposed to others, and he can only rely on his own telekinesis to barely blow up a piece of paper...

Recalling this, Ron, who had just left the teacher's office and returned to the classroom, sighed, held his breath, and used his extremely weak telekinesis to touch this gorgeously decorated magic book——

[Charging progress +0.01%]

[ The current charging progress is: 0.03%]

Well, it seems that there is still a long way to go to reach the age of potions...

He packed up the transportation agreement and test files, stuffed them into his schoolbag together with the magic book, walked out of the school gate and set foot on the road home, looking up at the leaden sky.

Riding on the somewhat old electric donkey, Ron was squeezed into the middle by the neon suspended traffic, carrying him forward like a tidal wave.

Looking into the distance through the traffic, I saw a corner of this ideal city -

Here, the entire land was covered with steel and concrete, tall buildings reaching into the sky stood on both sides of the road, and from time to time, streamlined sky rail trains flashed past, and together with the suspended traffic that Ron squeezed into, they formed an endless river in the gaps of the giant city.

In 2077, humans completed the first anti-gravity project.

On this basis, three giant companies invested in and implemented the "Ideal City Plan".

The endless steel sweeps away nature, and layers of cities cover half of the planet.

This is Moen City - the singularity of the world, an ideal city.

Here, technology and extraordinary go hand in hand, leading humans to conquer nature and seek to set foot in the stars.

Even the lower class people in the ideal city who survive by selling blood will involuntarily puff up their chests when talking about the industrial miracle created by the three giant companies.

No matter how harsh the critic is, they will think that this is an era of progress, and another leap forward for mankind seems to be around the corner...

But this has nothing to do with ordinary people like Ron.

The next leap forward is also a leap forward for those with superpowers. The ideal of an ideal city is just a dream for mortals, and they must try their best to survive.

As we passed through the narrow alleys, the tall buildings reaching into the sky gradually became shorter, and the bright neon lights became sparse and flickering. Noisy human voices could no longer be heard, making people feel deserted.

Ron rented a student apartment in District D of Ideal City. Although the surrounding facilities were poor and the room was small and soundproof, and he could hear the young couple next door having *** every day, the advantage was that the price was cheap and he could afford the rent just by working after school. He was quite satisfied here.

But such a messy place on weekdays...why is it so quiet today?

"Squeak——"

Ron squeezed the brake, stopped on the side of the road, and frowned.

The hum of the air conditioner running outside, the ticking of condensation water dripping, the chirping of sparrows flying by...

Only no human voice could be heard.

District D of Ideal City is a well-known slum, with a population density far higher than other areas. How could there be no human voice?

No, run away first.

The doubts in Ron's heart made him turn the car without hesitation and want to go back the way he came, but he saw a green light suddenly exploded in the alley he came from. The illegally piled scaffolding and steel plates on the side of the alley were blown down and scattered, and they were piled up indiscriminately, blocking his way.

He had no way out.

"With keen insight, he is worthy of being the thief who stole the Forbidden Code."

A hoarse voice sounded behind him. Ron looked back and saw a rickety figure in a cloak approaching, clapping.

He opened his hood, revealing a haggard and pale face, and gave Ron a nondescript gentleman's salute, showing a warm smile:

"I set up a repellent barrier, a simple and easy-to-use magic trick to ensure that the two of us are connected. You will not be disturbed by others for a period of time.

The barrier will give a hint to all ordinary people who are not aware of the mystery and drive them away... Unfortunately, in a lowly slum like District D, your ideal city law enforcers will not even take a look.

Otherwise, if a person with superpowers on patrol passes by, he might be able to save your life. ”

What does it mean to save my life?

Feeling this guy’s vicious eyes as he glanced at his throat, Ron shuddered subconsciously, and a chill climbed up his spine.

He realized a serious problem -

Although what this man said It was almost like daydreaming, but he was obviously not filming a prank show, nor was he a lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital.

He really wanted to kill himself.

The old man didn't care about Ron's increasingly serious eyes, but looked at him coldly and said to himself:

“Sneak into the Church of Embers silently and steal the original Forbidden Code "Key of Beginning". You are obviously acting like a master thief, but you do not use any container to seal the Forbidden Code, and you have repeatedly tried to trigger the mystery of the Forbidden Code...

I cannot understand whether your behavior is out of pure confidence or not. It's a deliberate provocation to the Magicians Association, but now that I'm here, you have only one choice left."

As he spoke, he rubbed the emerald ring between his fingers. The dark green surface of the ring gradually lit up, and one after another shining green symbols appeared on the wall of the alley.

"mortivocatummeumaudiunt..."

The so-called murmur brought a cold chill, and circles of circular magic circles bloomed out of thin air around him. Bright green magic patterns lit up on his body, and his face was ferocious.

The next moment, the concrete floor in front of him suddenly opened a crack, and a swollen, rotten withered hand stretched out...

A shambling corpse crawled out, staring at Ron with cold eyes, opening its mouth towards him, and a forest-green light emerged from its throat.

The face obviously became paler, the magician who walked sloppily coughed twice, and said in a cold tone:

"Give me the forbidden code...or else, die."

What forbidden code? What magic?

Ron didn't understand at all.

Just go to churches and museums to find forbidden scriptures, and just perform magic on the stage. Why are you looking for me!

But looking at the corpse not far away that exuded a putrid smell and roared hoarsely, Ron felt that it was better not to perform this kind of performance on the stage.

At least this will definitely not pass the all-age review of Ideal City...

With this thought in his heart, Ron did not sit still and wait for death.

He calmed down and glanced around -

Knock the scaffolding over there, and the steel pipes placed illegally on it will fly down like sharp arrows, shooting the man into a sieve;

Twist off the window guardrail over there and smash down the out-of-repair air conditioner unit. It will hit the target like a falling rock and kill the man half to death;

That manhole cover...that street lamp...

In an instant, Ron thought of a lot. He has computing power comparable to that of a lv.2 superpower, which supports him to come up with various ways to turn the crisis around, but...

No matter how many ways there are, no matter how full of flaws this weirdo who obviously looks down on him appears to him, he will never be able to win against this person.

Because his telekinesis can only blow up a piece of paper, cannot bend the scaffolding, and cannot twist the guardrail of the window.

Because he is a lv.0 incompetent person.

For a moment, Ron couldn't help but grit his teeth. If he was a superpower, how could this person dare to be so arrogant?

If he can possess this power...

No, even if he is weaker, even if he is only a lv.1 superpower, there is no way this person can defeat him!

Such a powerful extraordinary...wait, extraordinary?

Looking at the increasingly bright green light in the zombie's throat, Ron suddenly thought of the "Introduction to Occultism".

His telekinesis will disappear immediately when it touches this book, and the manual will be injected into it as charged extraordinary power...

So, what about this zombie?

Don't even think about it, even if you have never seen Magic Ron, you know that this zombie will soon spit out some death scream or soul shock, turning him into a corpse.

But if it is used as a charge for the magic book...

Seeing Ron's face changing, not knowing what he was thinking, the magician finally lost his patience and sneered:

"I know the forbidden book is in your bag, and the magic 'Scream of the Decayed Dead' will not It has an effect on it, so I am not afraid of hurting the forbidden code.

The forbidden technique of the Necromancy School is impossible for the living to bear. As long as it breathes out, you will turn into ashes... You don’t want to die without a burial place, right?"

He said, reaching out to Ron:

"I'll give you one last chance, give me the forbidden book!"

But Ron calmed down:

"If you want it, get it yourself."

The magician failed to see the fear that should exist on Ron's face, and only heard He said lightly:

"If your magic is really useful."

"I don't know what to say!"

A trace of anger appeared on the magician's face, and he no longer pretended to be a gentleman, and used all his strength to activate the magic, and the magic circle flashed with a dazzling green light.

The zombie opened its mouth wide, let out a piercing scream, and spit out a green breath towards Ron——

But Ron had already been prepared.

He swung his school bag without hesitation and held it in front of him. The moment the dark green sound waves touched the school bag, it decayed into debris, revealing a gorgeously decorated magic book.

In an instant, the cold magic suddenly stopped.

The next moment, Senhan's breath was like being sucked back by a siphon, and all of it was swallowed up by the magic book whale in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The prompt tone of the manual sounded in my ears——

[Charging progress +99.97%]

[Current charging progress: 100%]

[The setting anchor "Introduction to Occultism" has been fully charged and its seal is unlocked. And with the charging attribute bias, it anchors the world's "Magic Potion Era" and opens its door. ]

The last unselectable option on the manual light screen finally lit up, and Ron clicked [Enter World Archive] without hesitation.

"..."

In an instant, Ron felt a slight dizziness. His eyes were dark for a moment, and then dim lights lit up his vision.

He smelled the pungent smell of soot and saw the kerosene lamp shining brightly.

Looking up, what you see is no longer the stacked concrete high-rise buildings in Ideal City, but the high cold stone brick walls, with sticky moss climbing on them, exuding a faint fishy smell.

Beside the wall, an emaciated body was chained to the wall with cold bronze shackles. It had been dead for an unknown period of time. The flesh and blood on its body were rotting and infested with maggots, surrounded by mosquitoes and flies. The white bones under the rotten flesh were vaguely visible.

Ron frowned, the cold shackles were locked on his feet at some point, and he felt a faint knife-like pain in his ankles, which was obviously due to some sharp edges in the shackles.

When you turn your head, you can see the small window sealed by the cold fence. Looking out through the window, you can see the towering bell tower and the church. The steam train roars past, spewing out streams of soot.

Gentlemen wearing top hats hurried past, ladies lifted up their dresses and tiptoed across the mud, and public carriages galloped on the road.

The church bells rang, reminding Ron that he had arrived in a new era, a mysterious era -

But as a prisoner.

Newbie, new book, please take care of me.

(End of this chapter)