When a woman with an impeccable figure and appearance pounces on herself with an ambiguous scent. Even if most men are able to refuse temptation, they will inevitably fall into hesitation at the first time, which is a very normal physiological reaction.

- Male humans are like that.

However, this normal reaction did not apply to Yang Siming at this time.

Everything, everything.

It's happening so fast!

Before hormones or dopamine take effect in the body, incredible changes begin to appear.

In the last moment, the whisper had not yet faded.

The gentle body of the 'girl' lost its original form in an instant.

Colorless as air but incomparably bright, soft as colloidal but indestructible, cold as ice but fiery as fire.

All kinds of contradictory factors are perfectly and neatly blended in everything, and the 'existence' that is difficult to express in words replaces the previous Villanica in front of him.

This thing......

It can simply meet the weird design requirements of Party A's 'colorful black'!

"This ......"

"This is Lao Tzu's golden finger coming?"

In the period after confirming that he had crossed over, he had already made a lot of psychological plans for himself. But such a strange scene was directly attached to his face, and he still couldn't make a decisive judgment immediately.

Is Villanica's change due to the fact that she has completed some kind of test?

So now is the time to claim your prize?

Or is it going to move on to a whole new phase?

One thing to note –

This time, there was no thunder!

At the same time, no matter how calmly Yang Siming thinks, the encounter that is completely beyond common sense continues.

"Accept the gift."

"Huh?"

Buzz!

The maid's last murmur sounded directly in her mind, and Yang Siming instantly lost her sight.

No, it's more than that!

Including vision, the touch of the body, the smell of smells, and the hearing of sounds......

All the feedback from the senses is stripped from consciousness.

Only the brain's thinking is still going on normally.

This feeling is like being beaten by a Virgo Saint Seiya.

In my head—

It's the buzzing of wandering back and forth, like an electric motor in the skull, pushing the mind to accelerate.

Immediately after that, some kind of 'indescribable information' began to break into the brain.

This peculiar sensation is like a soft silk that slips into the brain from the right ear and then from the left ear, and under its influence, consciousness begins to evolve gradually.

Finally, a string of antiquity-filled lead-gray characters emerges into the brain.

Yang Siming can guarantee that he has never learned this kind of character.

But the meaning is inexplicably understood.

【29086、37】

That's all he can analyze and understand in this message.

Time passed little by little -

I don't know how long or so it took for the wonderful changes that language could not describe to be entangled in my mind, and the mystical but strange knowledge completed the transformation of the breadth of thinking.

Yang Siming sat on a chair.

Things in my mind gradually dived, and my perception of the world began to return.

Something that felt rough to the touch and was cold like a lump of mud appeared in his hand.

“.......”

"Looks like my feelings have been quite accurate."

"That's my 'playthrough reward'?"

Look down, just like he felt.

An earthy brown slate with an area about the size of 4A paper and a thickness like a gum box lies between the palm of the hand and the embrace, and the combination of straight lines and arc patterns occupies almost all the space of the slate.

"Sure enough, it's cuneiform."

This time, Yang Siming was more sure of his previous inference.

The text on the slate is an extremely early graphic text.

In order to work, he happened to do a little basic homework on it.

In Sumerian culture, it would take about 400 years for this graphic script to be simplified and become known as the cuneiform script of the Code of Hammurabi.

Temporally, the slate corresponded to the period of the Iscul faith.

Even this kind of detail is perfectly corresponding, what is there to doubt about it?

Subconsciously, as if reading any other text, Yang Siming put his finger on the slate, which might be called a 'cultural relic'.

"Huh?"

After a closer look, Yang Siming's eyebrows raised again.

He could once again be assured that he had not studied cuneiform in depth in the past, and at best had done research within the scope of his work, and that it was already the limit of his ability to distinguish the period when this script appeared.

But the problem is that he can read the words on the slate!

Are you kidding?

Not to mention this kind of early graphic writing, even the cuneiform script that matured in the later period can only recognize 'stars' and 'gods' like ordinary people.

What is it to understand directly?

Could it be that he is the reincarnation of King Uma of Uruk!

The turbulence in his heart did not affect Yang Siming's reading, and while he was silent, the content on the slate was also understood by him.

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"The Hammer of Rain and Mist"

The sky is clear and clear,

The earth is separated from the margins,

The name of the Son of Man has not yet been established;

Anu for the sky,

Revelation is the earth,

Ereshkigal fell to Kur;

Before He sets sail,

Before the Father sets sail,

After He set sail,

After the Mother Goddess set sail;

The king of the clouds, the strongest god!

The light that shakes the earth is thrown into the mortal world,

The wind is fierce, the mountains are trembling, the earth is burning,

Death cries out in silence, and the keel of the ship rolls down;

Furious Light! Divine Light!

Swift Light! Light of Destruction!

Thunder of the Pole of the Day!

Overlord of the dry skies!

The majestic shore is heroic against the atmosphere,

Like a lion tearing apart the enemy,

The dazzling light obscures the sun,

Like hyenas gluttonous prey;

......

There was not much content on the small slate, and Yang Siming read it thoroughly in a few minutes.

Apparently, this is the ancient Sumerians who wrote poems in praise of the gods.

It may also be a ritual for sacrifices.

But in any case, there is no doubt that it is Iskul, the Sumerian god of thunder, who is sung in praise.

"Is this what it's called a gift?"

"The reward of the trial?"

For a while, Yang Siming was a little surprised.

He thought that according to the routine, he should get some golden fingers, or the talent that can allow him to live in another world.

But in the end, a 'cultural relic' was delivered.

Can cultural relics on Earth be valuable in another world?

Or is it that you are actually the type of person who went back to the ancient Western Middle Ages, and then made a living as a dealer in cultural relics?

"Ahh

With a complicated sigh, Yang Siming immediately put aside his distant reverie and began to consider the treatment of the slate.

The preciousness of the slate is absolutely very important, and you must carry it well.

But neither the size nor the weight is an exaggeration.

But to carry a slate like this for an activity is definitely a big problem in terms of attracting attention and hindering movement.

It has to be addressed first......

Sudden change!

The idea came to light, and the stone slab in Yang Siming's hand seemed to feel his thoughts. Without any external force, it instantly dissipates into the air.

With this change, a lightning-like mark flashed from Yang Siming's wrist.

In his hands, there was no trace of any stone slabs!

Not even the slag of the slate.

......

After hesitating for two breaths, Yang Siming hesitated and whispered:

"Come out?"

The slate appeared, holding it right in the hand.

"Disappear?"

The slate vanished, and the markings on the wrists flashed and disappeared.

“......”

"It's pretty convenient."

Quickly accepting this convenient fact, Yang Siming immediately prepared to get up from his chair......

Wait a minute!

Why should I get up?

Wrong!

Why am I in the chair?

Yang Siming remembers it very clearly.

Before he lost his senses, he was standing at the door of the room and interacting with Villanica 'kindly'!

Look up.

The candle on the desk was still burning.

Its length –

It's exactly the same as when Yang Siming woke up for the first time!