In this world, everyone is different.

Some people are born with a more cheerful personality and more active actions, while some people are always silent.

There is no one who is better or worse, it is just a difference in lifestyle, but it is inevitable that sometimes there will always be a thought in the bottom of my heart:

"If I can change myself, will I get along better with others?"

"If I can be as outgoing and lively as so-and-so, can I be as popular as him?"

the answer is:

indeed so.

Even those galgame strategies require the ordinary, mediocre and slow protagonist to choose various routes in order to achieve a good ending.

If you just stay where you are quietly, then nothing will happen.

In his bedroom, Wayne sat on the floor.

There are expensive carpets on the floor, and the maids will clean them regularly, so you don't have to worry about getting your clothes dirty.

He stretched one hand forward, and faint earth-brown light spots gathered under his palm. A small native man condensed into shape, changing various postures according to Wayne's thoughts.

The natives suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke, and soon came together again, and a mini-tank with a superficial appearance appeared on the carpet.

Wayne was refreshed and activated his magic power.

One tank after another appeared on the carpet, forming a torrent of steel in the brown smoke. The rolling tracks brought up bursts of sand and dust.

He laughed happily, and just as he was about to conjure up some more planes to join the battle, his brain suddenly felt a pain, his vision went dark, and all the mini tanks disappeared.

"hiss--"

Rubbing his temples, Wayne frowned tightly.

He sighed and said to himself: "It still doesn't work. The existing magic power and spells are not enough to support me in making too precise a model."

Earth magic may not be that cool, but it still has a lot of uses.

Wayne even imagined that one day he would be able to use earth magic to make various exquisite figures for sale and make a fortune from it.

This was the inspiration brought to him by Chrissy’s Handicraft Department.

But when he actually got started, he discovered that if he wanted to use magic power to carve and materialize an item, the more elaborate he wanted to make it, the more energy he would consume.

In fact, after possessing such powerful magic power, no one would want to make money in such a shabby way, because the gain outweighs the loss.

Forget it, there is no pressure to survive now anyway, so just eat and wait to die.

At most, you can live up to your status as a magic genius and work hard to practice magic.

Don't do unnecessary things, just hug the protagonist's thigh well, and you will be able to ascend to heaven with the protagonists.

He leaned back and lay down on the carpet.

From this position, you can see the moon outside the window.

A full moon hangs quietly in the sky, shining equally on all living creatures under the sky.

The hazy silver moonlight gently swayed into the room, coating the tables, chairs, and furniture in the room with a mysterious veil.

I wonder if the moon is full or waning on the earth now?

Just when he closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, there was a gentle knock on the window.

"Bang bang."

"The window is not closed, climb up by yourself..." He stood up in astonishment and stared at the window four or five meters above the ground.

A puppy is suspended in mid-air wearing strange light wings.

Still looking familiar when we parted not long ago, Xiaobai flapped his wings and floated in with ease, sitting on his bed.

"Wayne Wincher."

It started to speak, with a milky voice.

"Young man, sign a contract with me and become a horse bartender!"

Wayne was stunned.

Damn (a plant), am I dreaming?

He closed his eyes and lay back down again.

Xiaobai jumped up from the bed and stepped on Wayne's belly.

Wayne instantly bent into a shrimp on the ground in pain.

He grabbed the puppy, turned it over and pressed it under him, growling viciously: "Tell me! Where did you come from to seize the body of the monster?"

"I'm not a monster."

Xiaobai easily broke away from Wayne's hand, flashing the light wings behind him.

"I am an observer from another dimension. That world has been devoured by an out-of-control witch. If there are no magical girls to step forward and save everyone, the world will soon be destroyed!" it said seriously.

"Ah, is it true!" Wayne said in a panic with a slightly shrill voice.

The next moment, his face became extremely gloomy again: "Are you lying! Do you think I haven't watched the magical girl animation?"

In Wayne's palm, the earth elements gathered crazily, forming a huge ball of light.

"You can lose a team battle, but the QB must die!"

The puppy looked fierce and bared his teeth: "You may not agree with my suggestion, but if you dare to sabotage my actions, you will be like this!"

It waved its delicate arms, and a thunderbolt as thick as a bucket struck out of the window.

"boom!"

A large tree in the courtyard that looked to be about a hundred years old split open and fell into two petals, emitting a faint firelight and a strong smell of burning.

"In this world, if you die, I'm afraid you will never have a chance to live again."

It said lightly.

Wayne silently dissipated the magic power gathered in his hands and sat down.

"Although I still have reservations." He changed his words, "But I have to admit that your proposal is very constructive."

The little white dog sneered and said, "It's good to know."

"Even if my power has not been fully restored, it will be easy to spread your ashes." It stepped on the window and jumped out. "Think about it carefully, the way a magical girl understands and uses magic power is the same as this

The low-level magic in the world is not a dimensional concept at all."

"...Nonsense, how can it still be one dimension if the script is all mixed up?" Wayne complained.

Xiaobai didn't listen at all and continued: "The Night of the Witch is approaching, and your strength is not enough to compete. Only by becoming a magical girl can you have the power to protect this peaceful life."

"I believe you will agree one day."

It said this, took a deep look at Wayne, and then floated towards the side courtyard where Pokerland lived.

After its figure disappeared, Wayne hammered the carpet hard.

"Gan! What kind of evil is it for me, a man, to become a magical girl?"

To put it bluntly, he didn't believe a word of what the guy just said.

What a magical girl! It’s most likely an excuse for it to achieve other plots.

"What a fucking dog! It's really a dog!"

He had long felt that something was wrong with this bitch, that his IQ was too high, and that he seemed to be deliberately targeting himself. Now that he saw it, his guess about the sacred beast was still too hasty.

But...does Chrissy know its problem?

Probably don't know.

Before that, he was an extremely well-behaved puppy. He even accepted Vern giving him a bath and putting a small dress on him.

Wayne suddenly realized: No!

Maybe it's not that strong at all! Otherwise, you can do whatever you want without giving yourself the chance to refuse.

But, he didn't dare to gamble.

His life may really only be this once.

"Oh...it's so difficult for me!"

Wayne wailed and buried his head in the quilt.
Chapter completed!