This old scholar doesn’t have many hobbies, but he enjoys looking at some slightly unsavory little bits of information...
For example, Ultraman, which this old scholar quite likes watching. He even has a Gaia Transformation Device placed in his drawer...
Human nature, Li Qing fully understands. He also particularly liked Ultraman as a child, until he realized that no matter what, he couldn’t transform into light, and had to reluctantly give up, dispersing these unrealistic dreams.
In the past, his dream was definitely not to save up money to buy a house or a car.
Life has smoothed out his edges. Now, encountering the acceptance letter from the Magic Academy and the light ball meditated in his mind, his dormant passion begins to gradually awaken.
"Little Li, I’ve noticed you’ve been somewhat indulgent recently. You need to be careful with your health. Once people are past thirty, they need to start exercising."
Zhang Li stood beside Li Qing, speaking thoughtfully.
Li Qing snapped back to reality and awkwardly said, "I know, Professor Zhang. I’ll be careful from now on."
"Hmm, also, although I know everyone in the company should help each other, and you were the one who procured this computer, it shouldn’t become your computer, right?"
"Huh?" Li Qing was taken aback, somewhat unresponsive.
Zhang Li pointed at the four words under the computer icon on the screen.
Zhang Li said somewhat unhappily, "Although computers are updated frequently nowadays and often require resource allocation, I’m the one using it currently."
Li Qing understood instantly, and silently changed ’My Computer’ to ’Professor Zhang’s Computer.’
"Professor Zhang, is this okay now?"
Zhang Li adjusted his glasses, his frown quickly easing, saying with satisfaction, "That’s the way."
Although Zhang Li indeed is a big shot in the field of biotechnology, this old scholar has walked all the way from the era of abacuses. He has high achievements in the biological field but can only be considered a layman in terms of computer usage.
It’s not that he doesn’t understand the convenience of computers. A supercomputing center worth seven hundred million is placed on the second basement floor of this building, which Li Qing was fortunate enough to participate in building due to his work responsibilities.
Zhang Li now led the build personally.
It’s just that he doesn’t know how to use it well. After all, research is never a one-person task, but he can clearly understand how much convenience computers bring to research.
The monthly electricity bill of the supercomputing center alone is over three million, but the profits are impressive. Many university research projects, as well as other corporate research borrowings, yield profits each month.
After leaving the chairman’s office, Li Qing excitedly returned to his office and took out the magic scroll of the acceptance letter, continuing to ponder over the contents of "Magic Origin."
Magic is divided into two major schools: Western Magic and Eastern Magic. Their origins are very different, resulting in distinct uses, but ultimately achieving the same end.
Becoming a god or an immortal.
But these are too distant for Li Qing, even too mythical and legendary for this era.
Then the book shifts, stating that magic is mainly manifested through spells, gestures, internal circulation, and magic arrays, but the most fundamental aspect is the linkage between consciousness and the body.
What is magic? Broadly speaking, phenomena that violate normal causal relationships can be called magic. It’s not just the traditional novel concepts of Fireball Technique, Ice Arrow Technique, etc.
Magic encompasses these but isn’t precisely divided according to attributes; instead, it’s uniformly called Shaping Magic.
By combining gestures, spells, and internal magic power to induce, it causes the energy particles in the air to arrange in a structured manner, creating tangible attacks.
This is all scientifically grounded, according to research from the Magic Research Institute of Gray Magic Academy.
But often, mages aren’t willing to undergo these complex sequences of operations, preferring instead chaotic causality, an incomprehensible and mysterious principle.
Just like the Transformation Technique.
Turning a cat into a human, or vice versa into any kind of animal.
The factors in this transformation are completely inexplicable; there’s simply no way to achieve it.
Two days passed in a blur, and Li Qing was completely immersed in these magical knowledge, which seemed miraculous and divine.
Li Qing swore that if he had put this kind of effort into studying during school, he could have considered attending Peking University or Qinghua.
On the last day, after finishing a day’s work, Li Qing took an early bath and then clicked the magic scroll on the acceptance letter, where the blue text clearly showed the collection period had begun.
The school uniform is only available for collection within the last twenty-four hours before the school starts, and latecomers will face terrifying consequences if not timely collected upon entering the school.
Li Qing excitedly rubbed his hands together, taking several deep breaths to calm his excited mood.
Magic, at midnight twelve tonight, the school will officially open, and he will truly touch the extraordinary.
As for work, for now, there’s not much conflict. Gray Magic Academy starts at midnight twelve, and since he completed the cultivation of the Basic Meditation Technique and ignited the light ball, he only needs to meditate for two hours to be fully energized.
Though he now feels slightly weak on his feet from overdoing the Fireball Technique and his body is frail, it doesn’t matter; once Basic Meditation Technique is fully cultivated, Spiritual Power will feed back to his flesh, gaining abundant energy.
Although this process is long, it guarantees that a mage has a healthy body the most important assurance. Follow current novels on novel⚑fire.net
Lightly clicking the school uniform, the magic runes on the magic notification scroll quickly changed, forming a funnel-like channel.
Li Qing rubbed his fingers then gently reached into the funnel, carefully grabbing a cloth with a remarkably soft texture.
This was a black, loose robe with a hood attached to it. The overall style was quite dark, provoking an instinctive aversion at first glance.
It was entirely a robe in the style of an evil cult.
Li Qing felt something was amiss.
After putting on the robe and hood, standing before the full-length mirror, the only thing embroidered on the front was the emblem of Gray Magic Academy, with nothing flamboyant at all.
Surely, there was something he didn’t understand inside it, maybe magical runes, maybe a very special medium.
Otherwise, a simple robe wouldn’t emit such a daunting aura of coldness and eeriness, giving off an impression of serious issues.
"If I wore this outside, they might think I’m an evil cultist and get arrested within half an hour."