Sean's Battlefield Log:

One hundred and ten days:

On the 110th day of my arrival on the battlefield, I wrote my first formal record of life, or two more per day. One is that I record the important things of my day, and maybe in a few decades, Uncle Sean's daily life will become a whole world. The other was the request of the flaxen-colored female demon who appeared, and the tavern had to write a training experience every day and give it to her at the next morning's training, a method that allowed her to bring out dozens of qualified knights. The whole tavern trembled under her power, and it was then that I realized the visceral fear of the tavern owners when they spoke of her. The man who can't finish the morning training every day has to clean the messenger's bar, and this morning I saw the messenger shop owner laughing stupidly at the door of the shop, and I knew that this bad old man was really bad.

PS: Poor tavern steward, I don't know when my rusty legs are getting off, I hope he can prepare a mask and hope to return safely.

One hundred and fifteen days:

When I covered my trembling hands and wrote these words, I was sincerely grateful for the souls in my body for the first time, even though they wanted to escape from my body all the time, although I could hear the miserable screams every night when I closed my eyes, but today they helped me, and sent me strength in time when my body was about to fall, so that I could avoid the punishment of the devil. Perhaps the only good thing that the devil had done to me was to fall asleep exhausted, and the noisy soul of the vegetable market was nothing more than a peaceful lullaby to me when I was tired. The Book of Rubick is noisy today, too, and we need to find a way to get it to do something, and tomorrow we will see if it can help write a report to the devil.

One hundred and sixteen days:

Hateful dictators, damned messenger chickens, ignorant bear kids, won't anyone be able to appreciate Uncle Sean's beautiful singing voice? They have complained to the dictator that one day Uncle Sean will try 10,000 ways to eat messenger chicken, and this diary is the greatest recipe of all time. And Ivan, if you get into Uncle Sean's little book, you will know that the most terrifying thing in history is not the devil, but Sean's mysterious little book.

PS: Why didn't anyone tell me that the magic book thing still has to consider its mood, and what to do if the magic book has depression.

One hundred and twenty-eight days:

Tyrant, Satan, is that woman the punishment that the world has given me? I've been in the messenger shop for a week, and now Uncle Sean can't get married, and looking at the smell that can't be emanated, no one will want Uncle Sean. Uncle Sean is going to start a brutal revenge on the tyrant, and he can't go on like this. The only good news is that books about ancient languages can be bought, and I can finally find something to do for the Book of Rubick, and when the Book of Rubick learns the ancient language, Uncle Sean will know all the magic in the world, hahahaha~ Devil, you are waiting to die!

One hundred and thirty days:

Can anyone tell me why this woman is so strong, dominating the necromancy is really a waste ability, no, I have to find a time to go to the World Tree, and it is urgent to get new abilities. This female bastard, how did she exercise, she didn't need her ability to hang Uncle Sean, the humanoid monster, the boss's coward, why did she find such a strong woman, I can finally experience Ivan's miserable life. I can now be sure that Rubick's book is a waste book except for being able to reflect other people's spells, and who can believe that one book would be in heat for another, it's really spicy.

One hundred and thirty-one days:

Female hooligan, Uncle Sean is just taking a shortcut and doing such a thing to Uncle Sean, which is a great shame. Monka Joseph, I remember you, you are the most happy among the onlookers, Uncle Sean must learn the magic of turning people into books, you wait, female rascals, Monka Joseph and Ivan, when the time comes, let you taste the power of the perverted magic book. Hehehehehe, it hurts, it's all swollen, I hope the little brother can get better.

One hundred and thirty-two days:

Is human luck balanced? Nothing special happened today, the grocery store said that there was a way to get a book in an ancient language, but they couldn't be sure if it was enlightenment, but it was good news, there had to be a channel to consume too much energy from the Book of Rubick, and I now wonder if Rubick couldn't stand the Book of Rubick, so he handed it to me, a world full of malice. Finally saw my white-haired goddess again, still so heroic, the only thing that worries me is why the goddess is so familiar with the devil, I hope it is my delusion, the goddess will never become the devil.

One hundred and thirty-five days:

If anyone accidentally sees this journal, please forgive me for this text, this is written by Rubick's book. I'm lying in bed with weak hands and feet, the amount of training today has greatly exceeded my limit, I don't know how long I can last, I just want to lie in bed until I die, good night, and hope that tomorrow will never come.

One hundred and thirty-six days:

Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! Help me! No matter what sect of God, if you can save me, I will believe in you completely, Uncle Sean will never break his word.

One hundred and forty days:

It's over! Uncle Sean actually survived, and Uncle Sean should never be punished like this again. Long live, Uncle Sean is going to get a good night's sleep, and if anyone dares to wake up Uncle Sean tomorrow morning, Uncle Sean will dare to die with anyone.

After a month of militarized training, Sean spent a brutal month with a large army under the command of the devil. In the first two days, when Sean was barely able to keep up with the progress of training, Sean was still glad that he had not been left behind and had not received additional punishment, and looked at the dead-looking tavern steward who was asked to clean the messenger shop that had not been cleaned in 10,000 years. According to the Tavern members, the boss lady does not always stay on the battlefield, but on the continent outside the battlefield is a fairly famous female general and captain of the Mo adventure team, and is welcomed by various countries.

Whenever the proprietress returned, she trained the tavern people harshly, according to her, "These lazy people will only pollute my eyes, so you must be trained by me to become a true warrior." ”

That's what she said, but this time the return brought not only the most rigorous training, but also the punishment that had never been seen before, and even Brauney, Bane, and Jackson, who had been the most welcome to train in the past, were frightened by the horrific punishment. In private, Sean learned that the final punishment in the past was just carrying a huge stone on his back, and then frog jumping around the entire camp a hundred times, and no one knew what happened, Sean could only listen silently, and he had an answer in his heart but did not dare to say it. In addition to the disgusting job of cleaning the messenger shop, all kinds of painful punishments fell on Sean one by one, and yes, Sean became the biggest victim of this training, not one of them.

An eight-year-old child has to keep up with the amount of exercise from adults, and Sean has managed to survive the first few days. After the warm-up training in the first few days, Sean completely fell behind, and not being able to keep up with the progress was not the main reason why Sean was punished. Once, Sean questioned the unfairness of the amount of training, why Ivan only had a quarter of the project he needed to do, and it was clear that both of them could be counted as children, and the questioning devil rejected the complaint, so he punished Sean who questioned the instructor with a hundred impeachments. In the central square of the camp, Sean, who had his pants pulled out, accepted this punishment in shame, not because he did not resist, but because he resisted and did not beat, the punishment was mentioned one hundred and twenty times. Feeling the malicious gaze of the crowd of onlookers, after that, Sean always felt that someone was staring at his once-flowering buttocks.

It's hard to say more about the rest of the punishment, Sean's singing has not been able to save himself, cleaning, streaking, and abandoning treatment only make the punishment more violent like a storm, Sean feels that if he dies in that mysterious place or dies on the battlefield, it is not a terrible thing, and the most terrible thing is that in a month of training, Sean can't raise the courage to kill himself. The whispers of those souls in the body are like tickling, and they will not cause a greater blow to Sean's life, and Sean can confidently say that no more than a hundred souls in his body can compare to the pain caused by devil training.

Name: Sean Ferlie II

Age: Eight years old

Gender: Male

Power: 15.5

Dexterity: 7.5

Intelligence: 9.2

Gold: 6 gold coins, 59 silver coins, 59 copper coins

Experience: 24/500

Level: 2

Domination of the Necrons - 12/12

Looking at the identity card with higher attributes, the biggest increase is strength, I have to say that the boss lady really has a set of training, but the development of intelligence is mediocre, no wonder Ivan is always stupid, he will be tricked into eating kobold's meat, and he has developed incredible attributes, falling in love with kobold's meat. He is really worthy of being the son of the devil, and he can't be looked at with ordinary eyes.

Poor boss, what about the battlefield Grim Reaper? What about the Storm Fist that made a name for itself on the battlefield? The cowardly man didn't dare to speak out loud in front of that woman, look at our goddess, who was able to talk and laugh with the tyrant that day, and deserved to be the woman we fancied.

Sean was a little suspicious of the orientation of the Rubick Book, Sean was sure that the Rubick Book was public, and judging from its always upturned feet, it seemed that the Rubick Book could no longer control the power of the wilderness in his body. But the gender of the target of its violence, Sean has never been sure, and he doesn't know if the Book of Rubick can be transformed into a human form in the future, so that it can live happily with Ivan, which is gratifying.

Dragging his tired body, Sean heads to the World Tree, where new abilities must be obtained. A month of devil's training had dragged on for a long time, and everyone in the tavern had given up their morning meetings and were recovering from their tired bodies in bed one by one.

Familiar operation, put in the identity card, the dim icons began to shine, one by one in front of the eyes, staring at the bloodshot eyes until an unfamiliar icon stopped in the ability bar, Sean let out a miserable scream.

"It's a dead life, Uncle Sean is no longer a man·······"