Chapter 2: An Ruoran’s New Life (This chapter is free)

"Optimistic, keen, black-bellied" - these three words were once used by many people to describe An Ruoran. So even at the last moment of his terminal illness, the young and promising drawing master still smiled and joked at his parents beside him: "I think I can still be rescued..."

But the doctor obviously didn't think so. While An Ruoran's soul passed through the black hole, he announced to the two old men who were in pain that their only son had unfortunately passed away. However, no one expected that An Ruoran's soul would be reborn at this moment, and his joke before his death was also repeated in this other world.

Slowly supporting his body, An Ruoran looked at the surrounding environment in a daze, thinking only for less than a quarter of a second, and he concluded with years of experience in amateur typing that we also traveled through time for a while without traveling through the young man! But then, countless soul fragments suddenly poured into his mind, injecting a large amount of memory, knowledge, and experience into consciousness... At this moment, although An Ruoran still maintained an external calm, the storm in his mind had reached an unimaginable level!

"Demon Forging Master? The perfect body created for himself?" Half an hour later, the few words spit out from An Ruoran's mouth proved the completion of soul fusion. After a moment of silence, he suddenly grabbed the crystal fragments beside him and pointed them at his face tremblingly...

"Bless the gods, don't be that kind..." An Ruoran prayed devoutly to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, and hesitated to raise the crystal fragments. Fortunately, what appeared on the fragments was a young face - black short hair and eyes, with gentle temperament, and his slightly frown brows seemed a little annoyed, but the corners of his mouth looked smiling, as if he was born with this expression.

"Oh, I'm finally a normal person, although I'm a little thin!" After breathing a long sigh, An Ruoran was glad that he did not have an unexpected traveling situation. For example, when he opened his eyes after traveling, he saw that he was holding a bloody cattle-eared knife in his hand, and a huge pain in his lower body. On the table was a strange book with the words "Sunflower Book" written on it...

Thinking of this, An Ruoran couldn't help but shivered and decided to buy a pig's head to pray for a wish in the future. But now he has more important things to do, such as the whirring feeling of the cold wind blowing at this moment, which made him realize that he was inclined to run naked. After hesitating for a few seconds, An Ruoran directly pointed his eyes at the corpse of Victor not far away, following the principle of "waste is shameful"...

In less than three minutes, all items, including outer robes, gold coins, and storage rings, shamelessly changed their surname to "An". However, what made An Ruoran sad was that the great demon caster obviously devoted his years of savings to the shaping of his new body, so in his space ring, there were only dozens of cold copper coins in addition to some basic materials.

"Okay, I can understand your poverty, but this dress is a bit bad!" Looking at the blood-stained robe, An Ruoran still didn't make up his mind to put it on. After a moment of being stunned, he suddenly patted his forehead and said in surprise: "Meow, why did I forget this - Demon Forging Master, what did that do!"

No matter what the magic caster did, An Ruoran has now understood it as a tailor. Taking stock of the materials in the ring, he slowly mobilized the casting drawings in his mind... After a moment, a drawing called "Constant Temperature Robe" attracted his attention. There is no doubt that for this cold late autumn night, nothing is more suitable than this!

Taking a deep breath, An Ruoran began to concentrate on reading according to the "soul-forming technique" spell in his mind. The chanting echoed in the air, and a ball of red light began to float and sway faintly, and finally slowly condensed on his palm. An Ruoran touched his chin with satisfaction, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Well, is this the soul fire that Victor calls?"

The so-called soul fire is the core theory of Victor's soul casting technique. It is a unique feature of a creature and an obvious sign of its ability. According to the division method of the flange continent, most professions, including the magic casting master, can be divided into five levels: initial, intermediate, high, super, and holy level. While Victor was studying soul casting technique, he also carefully analyzed these five levels. According to his research, the best standard for measuring the five levels is to observe the color of the soul fire.

Simply put, the soul fire of a creature has five colors - red, silver, orange, blue, and black, which correspond to the five strength levels. If a creature wants to improve its strength, then all the efforts it makes are essentially improving its soul fire, but it is just manifested in different forms.

It should be said that Victor's theory is very creative, but for ordinary humans, this theory has no practical value - because humans cannot see the existence of the soul fire at all, they can only identify the level through the identification institute, or directly infer based on the other party's strength.

"But for the Soul Demon Forging Master, the "Soul Eye" skill of the Soul Forging Master can allow the Soul Demon Forging Master to see the Soul Fire directly." Thinking about the words in his mind that once belonged to Victor, An Ruoran couldn't help but turn his eyes to his soul fire. What made him very sad was that even though Victor claimed to have created a perfect body, the Soul Fire at this moment was still red, which means that An Ruoran's casting level was only a mere initial level.

"Forget it, it's better than not, at least I won't starve to death in this world." An Ruoran stopped feeling and turned his attention to the drawings of the constant temperature robe. Generally speaking, the magic caster must design drawings before casting - these drawings usually originate from the designs of his predecessors. Of course, if he feels that his level is high enough, he can also design them by himself.

"Is this? I seem to be good at it..." muttering like this, An Ruoran began to examine the structural drawings of the constant temperature robe. As a painter before traveling through time, he had drawn various drawings, so he had a natural sensitivity to the drawings. Therefore, although casting is different from mechanical manufacturing, he still understood the principle after observing for a while. To put it bluntly, the so-called casting is to use a certain main material as energy, and then combine various auxiliary materials to make its comprehensive attributes exert an effect of 1+1 greater than 2.

"In fact, it still has similarities with modern mechanical manufacturing." After reaching this conclusion secretly, An Ruoran re-examined the drawings. After a few minutes of observation, he suddenly pointed at a place with a little hesitation and frowned slightly: "Wait, why do I always think this place is not very reasonable? If magic crystal is regarded as an energy source, then letting it play a role directly from the robe ring belt can not only reduce the consumption of magic power, but also shorten the activation time."

After watching so hesitantly for a while, An Ruoran felt that what he said made sense more and more, and he couldn't help but modify it now. If Victor was still alive, he would be shocked to see this scene - you know, these drawings were passed down by magic casting masters of all generations, and few people dared to question the rationality of them. However, a first-class magic casting master who had just debuted dared to act according to his own understanding. This is simply ridiculous!

"Meow, since I have changed the energy to start anyway, I might as well change the appearance!" Unexpectedly, An Ruoran had made changes to the appearance of the robe without stopping. Although he was a mechanic studying engineering, he had a lot of research on Chinese classical culture. Therefore, after thinking for a moment, he decided to design according to the style of Hanfu and live a good addiction to a robe.

Do whatever he thinks, but this is also one of An Ruoran's personalities. After modifying the drawings, he immediately took out several required primary materials, and then directed the soul fire to float forward, slowly incorporated these three materials into it. While the soul fire melted these materials, he began to carefully imagine the structure of the constant temperature robe according to the design of the drawings. It was just strange, and a very strange buzzing sound kept ringing, which seemed not from the outside world, but appeared directly in his mind.

"Well, are these all interferences to the soul fire?" An Ruoran, who was searching the memories in his mind, couldn't help but get distracted. The next moment, a severe pain suddenly filled his whole body, and the burning soul fire suddenly extinguished... With a bang, the material burned into coke fell to the ground. An Ruoran sighed helplessly, but was knocked to the ground by the violent pain and could not get up for a moment.

"Oh, is this the sequelae of the failure of the soul casting technique?" An Ruoran gasped weakly. This pain from the soul was enough to make people give up, and it was even stronger than the pain when he was terminally ill at that time. But his perseverance and stubbornness in his bones did not allow him to give up. After a few minutes of rest, An Ruoran, who looked pale, summoned the soul fire again.

With the previous experience, this time he was finally able to concentrate on repelling distracting thoughts and rely on his mental power to survive to the end. Gradually, the buzzing sound in his mind began to disappear, and the only remaining pictures were the Hanfu structure diagram and the faint light flashing around the structure diagram...

"This time, it seems to have succeeded?" Two hours later, An Ruoran slowly opened his eyes and showed a faint smile. He was sweating all over his body, and his thoughts were as chaotic as if he had been waiting for three nights. However, the item floating in front of him made him feel that everything was worth it-

It was a black Hanfu, with symmetrical silver fine lines spreading all over the body, and it also formed a long crane shape on the chest. The collar and right lapel are intertwined, the wide robe and big sleeves are easy-going, comfortable and smooth, full of artistic beauty and practicality...
Chapter completed!