MTL - Great World of Magic Cube-Chapter 1 Rebirth

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In the dimly lit room, there was a slight snoring in the bed. A moment later, a thin black shadow sat up from the bed, some squatting up, forced to hold the bed to get up, some swaying open the door to the outside, a few turned and then went to the balcony, frowning will just pick up The cigarette was taken out, and a cigarette was skillfully picked up.

I don’t know how long it took, with a shadow of a black shadow, a curse sounded.

"tmd! Laozi actually crossed!"

Through the flickering of the cigarettes and the faint moonlight outside the window, a boy with a short, short hair, tangled in his face, naked on the balcony, looking out the balcony, but unfamiliar but psychologically familiar Street.

"Oh shit!"

Once again, the curse of the screaming sound, throwing away the cigarette **** that is already burning, turning to the living room in memory, turning on the light, pouring a glass of water on himself, sitting at the table and starting to sort out the memory of the body.

The name Ito-Cheng, 17 years old, 1.78 tall, is a rare tall man in Japan. He lives in the outskirts of Tokyo. His father is Chinese. With the tide of reform and opening up, the Japanese gold digger has died. Mother Ito Huiri is helping his grandfather fight. The wishing witch of the Ritualism Society is followed by two sisters. The eldest sister Itozu is 24 years old. He graduated from the university for two years. He is a small supervisor of a company. The second sister, Ito Nana, is 18 years old. A private high school student is a high school student. . The relative body is also the second year of the school, because the father died earlier and caught up with the rebellious period, there are some Japanese violent people's posture, tangled with a bunch of friends and friends around the school to fight for protection fees...

"What is this? Is it a bastard?" Ito Cheng (what is the name at this time) muttered to himself while finishing his memory, his face full of tangled look.

Some irritated re-extracted a cigarette and clicked on it to make his face looming in the smoke. The left hand unconsciously clicked on the table and continued to sort out the intermittent memory. After all, just after the integration, it is impossible to organize all the memories immediately, and to absorb them quickly, or to trigger the daily process to accelerate the process of integration.

At about three cigarettes, the basic memory has been sorted out, but other memories are still in rapid integration, and the painful headache of death still continues. Reaching out and picking up the cup on the table, after drinking the water in the cup, he endured the unbearable pain, returned to the room to lock the door, and quickly returned to the bed to sit up in a sitting position. As time went by, if it wasn’t the frowning brows from time to time and the sweat that had never stopped, the Ito’s sitting on the bed was just like sleeping.

~~~~~~~~~~ I am a headache dividing line~~~~~~

In the morning, with the louder sounds outside the house, Ito's fingers made a slight jump on the bed, and then his eyes slowly opened. At this time, the look of Ito's has no entanglement last night, only a touch of calm. Obviously this night's sitting is not in vain.

Yes, after this night's meditation or saying that it is a method similar to meditation to calm yourself, the fusion of memory has indeed accelerated a lot, at least it has allowed him to have a preliminary adaptation to the living environment of this body. In addition to a lot of details of the memory and events need to be triggered to remember, but obviously has not affected him as the Ito `cheng this person lives in this world.

Get up, slowly stretched because of a night and some stiff body, after a long while, then re-sit back to the bed, looking up at the right hand that was lifted to the chest. In the meantime, a positive cube resembling a Rubik's cube with 12 horizontal and 12 vertical cells appears in the hand.

Staring at this cube, which is in his own hands, staggering and rotating, the heart silently said, "This is the culprit of my traversal. Then according to those novels as something that comes with me, what kind of magic do you have? What about ability?"

Just after the idea of ​​Ito’s success, the cube in the hand instantly illuminates a dazzling silver light, shining the whole house into a silver world. Almost for a moment, the silver of the full house is shrinking and shrinking. A silver-white spot of rice grain size, in the wrong eyes of Ito's eyes, a flash of light into his forehead.

Then, before the disappearance of the mistakes in Ito's eyes, a large piece of information came one after another, so that Ito's who had just experienced the pain of memory fusion once again experienced the inhuman pain.

"呃~哼" a low snoring sound unconsciously emanating from the mouth of Ito's.

Fortunately, this time there is a lot of information, but the speed of integration is really fast, a few minutes before and after, the inhuman pains retreat like a tide, replaced by a kind of refreshing feeling like the spring spread throughout the head.

Ito's closed eyes silently sorted out the information that the brain just received. A few minutes later, Ito's grow up and breathe out a sigh of relief. "Call, is this? It seems that my life is destined to become more colorful! But..."

Ito's got up and reached out and opened the curtains on the side, greeted the newborn, and smiled openly with open arms.

"But I like it!"

Turn around and open the door and walk towards the living room.

In the living room, an 18-year-old girl with a height of 1,56 is helping an apron on her chest. It looks like she is more than 30 years old, but her body is sturdy. There are some middle-aged middle-aged women holding dishes to the table. Place it on top. It was also heard that Ito’s movement to open the door, looked up and looked at Ito’s, and the eyebrows were slightly unrecognizable, and the manual ceramic bowl was placed on the table without any reflection. Turned around and continued to help the middle-aged woman to serve the dishes.

"It’s A Cheng, I’m going to wash my hands and I’m going to open the meal right away.” The middle-aged woman looked up and saw that Ito’s voice had gone to the living room.

"Know it." Ito's use of the tone of memory, promised a voice, and looked at the girl who did not speak, that is, her second sister Ito Nana went to the room.

Not long after, with another sound, one upper body wearing a gray suit, a white shirt shirt with a large white lace strip, a lower gray professional skirt, a pair of black stockings wrapped with a pair of straight legs, rare in Japan. The beautiful woman with a wire framed glasses about 1.60 tall walked down.

"Mother, Chennai, good morning."

The woman smiled and said hello.

"Good morning, bell"

"Good morning, big sister."

The two nodded and smiled back.

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Ps: Hey, I don’t write books for a long time. The pens that I used to exercise have been completely lost. It seems to have become a rotten pen. Even the 3k party can’t keep it~ depressed. However, I believe that my ability will be able to practice again in the future. Please support us!

Ps: hateful telecommunications, awful network failure! If it weren't for it, I really didn't necessarily have the determination to write it. Although it has been conceived for a long time, I have been tinkering with it, but I am always dissatisfied. I am not afraid that I will not write it at the end. This is not the most satisfactory one. Written it.

Ps: Well, the sun is coming out!

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