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"What's going on? Xiao Hou, you're not kidding me, are you? Magic? Is this some fantasy novel?"
In the classroom, Mo Fan, sitting in the corner, whispered to the young man beside him.
"Fan Ge? Are you out of your mind? Fantasy is all that physics and chemistry nonsense; magic is real. How did you change so much after just one sleep?" Zhang Xiaohou looked at the bewildered Mo Fan, feeling utterly confused.
"You… forget it, I'm not talking to you." Mo Fan saw that Zhang Xiaohou wasn't getting it, so he turned to the other side and nudged the young man who was sound asleep on his desk.
"Shen Ming, wake up, wake up, don't sleep! You're still sleeping even though class has started. Are you two ganging up to prank me? You even mobilized the whole class and the teacher; you're playing a big game!" Mo Fan still wouldn't give up, repeatedly questioning him.
The young man lying on the desk slowly turned his head and opened his lazy eyes. Looking at Mo Fan in front of him, a rare glint flashed in his vacant gaze.
"What are you thinking? Did you really get confused after just one sleep? Isn't this our world of magic? Read fewer extracurricular books on physics and chemistry; don't get too engrossed!" Shen Ming replied indifferently, then buried his head again, a complete slacker.
"Is all this real?" Mo Fan gradually grew suspicious. Seeing how serious the teacher on the podium was explaining magic theory, coupled with the reactions of his two best friends, Mo Fan Emotion were very complex at this moment.
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The teacher on the stage kept lecturing, and the students in the front rows listened attentively. The underachievers in the back rows were as mischievous as ever, but there were two people whose hearts were undergoing earth-shattering changes at this moment.
One was naturally Mo Fan. He never expected that after just one sleep, he would fall from the world of science into the world of magic.
The other was Shen Ming...
"After all, it has progressed to this point, just like in the original work!" Shen Ming, lying on the desk, looked as if he had put on a painful mask.
As a transmigrator, Shen Ming received the standard package for transmigrators, the golden finger system, from the moment he arrived in this world.
However, the plot had not yet advanced to the opening of the magic world, and the system he had just acquired fell into a deep sleep.
Although he was a transmigrator and possessed a golden finger, Shen Ming didn't feel particularly happy at all.
You should know how deep and treacherous the world of Full-Time Magister is! How many pitfalls there are. When Shen Ming watched Full-Time Magister back then, he truly felt that if Mo Fan hadn't had the protagonist's halo, he would have been played to death long ago.
"I must cling tightly to the main character, be low-key, low-key, and even more low-key! I must not steal the protagonist's thunder." Shen Ming had made up his mind at this moment, determined to develop steadily.
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After school, Mo Fan, Shen Ming, and Zhang Xiaohou, the three best friends, gathered together again.
Shen Ming listened to the chattering two beside him and truly didn't know what they were so excited about. Although mages are strong, the rules of this world are that the strong don't gain longevity, so they'll still die, won't they? And they have to face demons every day; who knows, they might die prematurely someday?
"Fan Ge, do you think we'll have a chance to cultivate?" Zhang Xiaohou was extremely excited, full of yearning for becoming a Magister.
"Who knows?" Although Mo Fan was somewhat excited, he didn't have much yearning. After all, before today, he had received a scientific education, and this sudden change made Mo Fan not yet fully adapt.
Seeing Mo Fan's lack of reaction, Zhang Xiaohou turned his attention to Shen Ming, who looked indifferent.
"Brother Ming, why aren't you excited at all? If we really get into a magic high school, we'll have a chance to become a Magister! The kind that can breathe fire!" Zhang Xiaohou gesticulated wildly, making flashy movements, thinking he looked cool, but in others' eyes, he looked quite comical.
Shen Ming yawned and looked at Zhang Xiaohou as if he were an idiot: "Haven't you heard that children who play with fire wet the bed? With our grades, can we get into a magic high school? Tell me, what kind of posture do I need to be in to have such a dream?"
Shen Ming's words were like a bucket of cold water, completely extinguishing the fire that had just ignited in Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou's hearts.
With the grades of the three of them, they were at the very bottom. Forget about getting into high school; whether they could graduate smoothly was a problem.
"Brother Ming, you always have to have dreams, right? What if they come true?" Zhang Xiaohou didn't know what else to say and could only force a laugh.
"Yeah, what you said isn't wrong. But not everyone is like Father Ma, right? Young man, what you really like is showing off as a Magister, or is it for something else?
As ordinary people, we still enjoy a civilized society. Possessing power means we are about to enter a barbaric age. I don't think being a Magister is a noble profession; it's a burden. Obviously, I'm not that altruistic; I don't want to be a Magister with a mission, and of course, I don't want to use this power to be a bad person.
Who knows, maybe one day you, who claim to be righteous, will eliminate me. Right?" Shen Ming stretched, saying carelessly.
Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou on the side were stunned. Who was Father Ma? And Brother Ming, why do you think so much?
Is this what people often call being precocious? You've become old too fast, haven't you? We're still kids!
However, the two weren't too surprised. They had grown up together, and they had gradually become accustomed to Shen Ming being humorous at times, lazy at times, and at other times saying things that were philosophical but also felt like complete nonsense.
"Brother Ming, I really don't understand why your mind always has these strange things? You say things that I half-understand!" Zhang Xiaohou scratched his head, his face full of confusion.
"You idiot!" Shen Ming lightly slapped the back of Zhang Xiaohou's head and said grumpily, "Can't I be afraid of death? Do I have to explain it so thoroughly? So directly?"
"Shen Ming, honestly! Your ability to beat around the bush has improved a lot. This explanation of yours is out of this world!" Mo Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard Shen Ming's explanation.
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As dusk fell, the few of them went their separate ways, each returning home to their mothers.
Shen Ming's identity in this world was also the standard transmigrator's setup: both parents deceased. It truly followed the template!
Coincidentally, Shen Ming was Mo Fan's distant cousin, so it was only natural for him to live in Mo Fan's house. However, this guy had never truly considered Shen Ming his older brother, as Mo Fan, who had been a child king since he was little, wasn't so easily convinced to call someone 'brother'.
"Shen Ming, why do I feel like all of this isn't real? There are some things I'll only tell you. Actually, I'm not from this world? Or rather, I'm not the Mo Fan of this world."
Mo Fan stopped, looking at Shen Ming very seriously.
Shen Ming paused, unconsciously raising his eyebrows. He hadn't expected Mo Fan to tell him his secret directly. Did the other party trust him that much?
"Can you stop talking nonsense? The high school entrance exam is in a few days; don't overthink things! Read fewer physics and chemistry books!" Shen Ming pretended to be worried as he touched Mo Fan's forehead, speaking with concern.
"Sigh! I knew it, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me!" Mo Fan secretly sighed, saying silently in his heart.
But to avoid making Shen Ming worry, he could only nod helplessly.
Actually, Mo Fan was overthinking it. What right did Shen Ming have to worry about the protagonist? Worrying about himself was more like it.
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After returning home and simply finishing the dinner prepared by Mo Jiaxing, the two went back to their respective rooms.
After returning to his room, Shen Ming lay blankly on the bed, his entire Emotion fluctuating up and down, an unpredictable expression on his face.
"What about this? Should I become a Magister? How can I say I'm related to the protagonist? If I don't have some strength, will I just die inexplicably?" Shen Ming fell into a dilemma; the troubles around Mo Fan were continuous.
Shen Ming was very worried about himself; if he didn't have some strength, would he just kick the bucket one day?
Besides, Shen Ming truly felt that the mages in this world were a bit weak. Besides being able to use magic, they didn't even gain any longevity or anything. For someone like Shen Ming, who wanted to lie low until the end, it was too unfriendly.
"This broken system still hasn't awakened? Am I abandoned?" Shen Ming looked at the empty ceiling and couldn't help but complain.
This system was too unreliable. Didn't it say it would awaken when the magic world opened?
Young system, no martial ethics! Deceiving me, this 15-year-old host!
As he thought, Shen Ming unexpectedly fell asleep.
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"Young host, the Strongest Coercion System has successfully awakened! Bind it?"
"I don't want to bind it!" Shen Ming groggily opened his eyes, seeing a vast expanse of white all around. Before he could react, he subconsciously answered the question that came from nowhere.
"Congratulations, Host, you have successfully bound the Strongest Coercion System!"
"What the f*ck!"
Shen Ming's body felt as if it had been electrocuted, and he instantly woke up.
"System! You bastard, so sudden?" Shen Ming immediately jumped up, pointing wildly in all directions.
The reason Shen Ming felt so little about this system was that the first time it reacted, it left a very bad impression on him.
Shen Ming had originally thought that with his golden finger, he would be awesome! He would instantly dominate everything.
However, reality was still cruel, just by hearing the name.
The Strongest Coercion System!
What kind of terrible name is that? The Strongest System in All Realms, The Check-in System in All Realms... which one isn't better than this name?
Coerce whom? Coerce the host? That's really unnecessary!
Or does it mean to let Shen Ming coerce others? That would truly be swimming in a cesspool, looking for death! In the Full-Time Magister world, most people are well-connected. Who would he coerce?
One person coercing an entire family? That would truly be awesome!