After "A Madman’s Diary," everyone was shocked.
It turns out... it turns out there were always people eating each other, and also people being eaten...
Those mages, those deities, aren’t they just like that, high and mighty?
Wantonly enjoying their souls and bodies, recklessly trampling their faith and thoughts.
"A Madman’s Diary... eating people..." The magic apprentice felt his soul space violently trembling.
For a long time, he had wanted to become a mage.
The driving force, he always thought, was to become stronger.
Now it seems that perhaps a large part of it was because he wanted to become one of those who could exploit others at will.
Everyone hates privilege, but everyone hopes to become privileged themselves, this is not shameful.
However, it is not noble either.
The magic apprentice tightly shut his eyes, cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
Daisa noticed and slowly approached, softly saying: "My comrade, Buck comrade said, it’s never too late to change at any time, hold your faith firmly."
His vast spiritual power, belonging to a tenth-level mage, surged out, enveloping the magic apprentice, slowly guiding him.
At this moment, the magic apprentice’s body trembled, the words "comrade" etched into his heart, erasing all doubt and speculation instantly.
At the same time, a clarity echoed in his inner world.
"I am actually... just an ordinary person."
"I cannot achieve absolute nobility, but I can avoid being base and vile."
These two sentences flashed through the magic apprentice’s heart, and the bottleneck that had trapped him dissipated completely.
His body trembled, and he unexpectedly advanced!
He had now become an official mage!
Was it really because of reading "A Madman’s Diary" that he advanced from a magic apprentice to a mage?!
Excited, he opened his eyes, seeing Daisa’s smiling face.
"Your Excellency Great Mage Daisa, thank you..." The magic apprentice instinctively wanted to raise his staff to salute but was stopped by Daisa.
"No, call me Comrade Daisa... Also, remember? Buck comrade also said, the staff in your hand may salute, but the one in your heart cannot." Daisa smiled and patted the magic apprentice’s shoulder: "You and I are comrades, no need for salutes, maybe in the future, we can salute as soldiers."
What is the etiquette of the staff?
In the understanding of the Faser people, staffs are naturally meant to hang freely downwards.
Raising it to the left three times signifies kneeling and bowing, which was once the most servile and lowly etiquette.
For example, a year ago, when he was still in the faction, he had to perform such etiquette when he met his teacher, a level two mage.
Daisa’s students might even be stronger than his teacher’s mentor!
That is class, that is etiquette.
But now, Daisa actually called the magic apprentice "comrade"...
For the first time, the magic apprentice felt the sense of closeness and honor brought by shared ideals.
The magic apprentice even felt he and Daisa were the closest allies, confidants, comrades in arms!
He felt he understood why the Flame Demon King Buck comrade liked the Fan Ye Party people to address each other as comrades.
"Not because of Faser people and extraterrestrial visitors, not because of age or gender, not because of mage levels... as long as there’s an ambition to liberate all of Faser, we’re comrades!"
The magic apprentice understood.
"Yes! We are comrades!" The magic apprentice, now a level one mage, was extremely excited, nodding vigorously: "Then, Comrade Daisa, I shall continue reading!"
"Good, you continue."
Daisa sensed the inner transformation of the magic apprentice, and he himself felt a sense of emotion.
Tenth level, it had been hundreds of years.
He was even nearing the end of his lifespan.
However, finally, he realized.
He had always been living like a walking corpse.
Unable to change anyone, always negatively affecting others, like the civilians he had once enslaved and humiliated.
In the past, people respected him surely because of his power, status, and position.
That was more like fear and terror, not respect and admiration.
But now, this apprentice before him was not afraid or scared of him.
Daisa granted the magic apprentice before him a kind of respect, and the magic apprentice responded in kind.
One must say, this inner spiritual encouragement was truly delightful and joyous.
Daisa felt, it was just like what Buck comrade said.
Whether couples, partners, brothers, or sisters.
As long as three perspectives align, goals are similar, interests the same, ideals shared, even one or several of these.
That will develop into a very good relationship.
This is where the sense of each being the other’s confidant among comrades comes from!
Their relationship, in some cases, is even more reliable and trustworthy than spouses, partners, or family members.
Because their common ideal is to liberate the new Faser!
And at that moment, the magic apprentice, now a mage, began to continue reading "Abyss Shout."
Until two hours later, when twilight was near to set, he barely finished reading.
Meanwhile, many people busy with affairs would choose to buy a book to take back.
Civilians would first inquire about the storytelling time for the next day, preparing to come and listen again.
In their hearts, Mr. Buck’s writing style was truly excellent, never tiring no matter how many times they listened.
But as the magic apprentice flipped to the last page and finished reading, the same aunty who had asked at the beginning spoke again: "Mage comrade, what’s this thing on the back of this book?"
The aunty pointed to the back of "New Faser Youth," where there were some square grids, with Faser language numbers written inside.
The aunty was illiterate, she thought the magic apprentice had not finished reading, so she asked: "Didn’t you finish reading, mage comrade?"
The now advanced level one mage turned the book over, realizing what it was, and smiled: "Aunty, it’s not unfinished, those words are a calendar!"
"Calendar?" The aunty tilted her head, if fifty years younger she would definitely be an eighteen-year-old cute girl, but she was just an aunty.
"Yes, a calendar." The level one mage pointed to the calendar on the back of the book, speaking to the dispersing audience: "This is a calendar! Today is the twenty-third of November in the second year of the Flame Demon Era!"
Seeing some audience members stopping, he explained: "The calendar is for everyone to keep track of the days, today is the twenty-third of November, tomorrow is the twenty-fourth... a year has three hundred and sixty days, four big months, twelve small months, each small month has thirty days, a week is seven days!"
This calendar was something Lin Ke came up with temporarily to enhance the cohesion of the Faser people.
For convenience, besides directly adopting the notion of big and small months from Naseng, he also added a seven-day week concept for future planning.
In many people’s hearts, however, this calendar was remembered.
This was the first time Faser history was distinguished.
Previously, it was called the Myth Era.
And since the arrival of extraterrestrial visitors, as the Flame Demon King came forth to save the world and liberate Faser as the dividing point, after this, it was called...