Chapter 1021: The World Expands in an Instant (Part 1)

"As you can see, I was on my way to a dead end in the winter of 1991." The deep voice sounded again, and the tone still carried an indelible deep regret.

He sighed softly, as if he wanted to end this heavy topic deliberately, and said: "But what shocked me was that death was not the end for me. After a long period of darkness, I woke up again and appeared in an orphanage in East Berlin."

"I was at a loss and didn't know what happened, but later, I quickly accepted the reality and felt ecstatic because I had a second chance, and the better news was that the orphanage I was in was located in East Berlin, and the director of the orphanage was a KGB agent."

"This is the base where the Soviet Union secretly cultivated agents. These orphans are children who lost their families in the war. They were taken back to the orphanage for care and will eventually become firm fighters."

"I have the memory of my previous life and I am the oldest among the children, so I have the best grades. Logically, I could have stayed there and taken the same path, using my foresight to save my country."

"However, in the decades near the end of my life, I saw the truth of our demise, which is not something that can be solved by an excellent agent, a determined soldier or a smart scholar."

"There is something wrong with all of us. This country is terminally ill. Even if I return to my childhood, it is not enough to become an agent to solve this stubborn disease."

"And during this time, I found that I was different from my previous life."

Accompanied by the voice's narration, the picture unfolded again in front of Schiller's eyes.

The sound of "da da da" came from the end of the alley. A child dressed in a typical German working-class family ran out of the alley, and behind him, there were several older children chasing him.

"Wild child! Wild child! Wild child in the orphanage! You stole parts of our bicycles and want to run away?! Give them back to me!" The oldest of the children behind shouted.

The child running in front turned around and saw the face of young Schiller. He showed a sneer that was not in line with his age, and then said: "You stole the dean's bicycle parts. If your parents don't want to teach you, I will teach you a lesson!"

The children running behind blushed. The tallest one rushed up and grabbed the shoulder of young Schiller. Young Schiller turned around and hit him on the chest with his elbow, causing him to retract his arm in pain.

Unexpectedly, two older children suddenly turned over from the wall in front of young Schiller. They hit young Schiller on the back with a stick and knocked him to the ground. The leader came over and said: "Damn little thief, do you think we are not prepared for anything? You are dead this time!"

Young Schiller tried to turn over and let the front of his body face the child. He felt a sharp pain in his back. It should be that the previous blow broke his ribs.

But he refused to show weakness, glaring at the child who was approaching, and when the stick fell, he instinctively blocked it with his hand.

With a "bang", there was no pain in his arm, but a scream came from the opposite side.

As sparks flew, the stick broke in the middle, and the flying wood chips scratched the eyelids of the child opposite, causing him to scream "Ah", step back a few steps, and cover his eyes.

When young Schiller looked at his arm, he found that there was a strange light flashing on it. At the moment he concentrated, his hand ignited a flame, and the other children were stunned and ran towards the exit of the alley screaming.

Enduring the pain, young Schiller climbed up from the ground and looked at his white fingers. There was nothing on them, as if the flame just now was an illusion.

The scene around him began to change gradually, from the alley to the room. His fingers were still white and tender, but this time, he was holding a thick book in his hands. The face of young Schiller, who had not yet lost his childishness, had a seriousness and heaviness that only adults have.

At this time, a fat old man came over and said to him with a smile: "Why are you reading here again? Or are you reading those biographical novels about gods and ghosts? If you have this time, you should read more literary classics. Do you like to read Gorky?"

"Yes, Mr. Dean, I like to read his "Childhood" the most. His childhood experience reminds me of us. Although the orphanage is still a little difficult now, it will always get better, right?" Young Schiller looked up at the dean from the thick book and said.

The dean smiled and said, "You are the best at making me happy. You can read it if you want. The bicycle parts you brought back can be used. I have to deliver goods to the factory later..."

After that, the dean left. Schiller turned his attention to the book in his hand again. After a while, he felt a little sleepy. He closed the book and put it beside him. He curled up in the same place and wanted to take a nap.

And on the book under his head, it was written-"World Magic Mystery Legend".

Soon, the sky darkened, and the children who went out to work in the orphanage came back one after another. They played games in the living room in front, while young Schiller was still hiding in the room alone to study the book.

After a while, he ran to the shelf, took a few remaining chalks from it, and began to write and draw on the ground.

After drawing a mysterious pattern on the ground, he closed the door of the room while the orphanage caregivers were not paying attention, and then put his ear to the wall to listen to the movement next door.

Finding that the director had not returned yet, he assuredly projected his attention on the pattern on the ground. Suddenly, a cluster of flames rose in the center of the magic circle pattern on the ground, and a phantom swayed in the center of the flames. A low voice echoed in the room: "Why wake me up, child? What do you want?"

However, young Schiller quickly wiped off the magic circle, stood there and panted, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him, but soon, he widened his eyes and looked at his hands, and another light flashed in his eyes.

"Just when I was about to graduate from the orphanage and enter a more professional training institution, I found that I could use magic."

"In the previous life, in the decades before my life came to an end, I was a staunch materialist, and I am still a materialist now, so I regard magic as a tool, a tool that can be analyzed and used."

"I did not give up my career as an agent. I successfully graduated from the orphanage with the best grades and entered the most professional and secret agent training institution in East Berlin."

"It is different from the British Butler School. It is specially used to train young staff and leaders of the National Security Council."

"In the training school, I focused on learning the knowledge related to intelligence work, but I did not intend to be just an agent.

"In these years, I have been studying magic tirelessly, and then I found the truth of this mysterious power."

"Magic is not a kind of energy, but a talent. Magic talent is like a ticket, giving you the opportunity to borrow energy from various powerful creatures. Magic is essentially a transaction. ”

“Knowing this, a plan gradually took shape in my mind, but before that, I successfully entered the Soviet State Security Committee with the best results that the school had ever achieved in the past ten years. ”

“In the First Bureau of the KGB, I made many achievements and performed well. Whether it was counterintelligence work at home or as a special agent abroad, I completed it very well, so I was highly valued. ”

“After that, I was sent to work in the Fourth Bureau and became a decision-maker, but I knew that this was not enough, so I worked more actively, showed greater ability, and used my advantage of foresight to provide a lot of help for our intelligence work. ”

“Therefore, I rose rapidly until I was transferred back to the First Bureau and became the deputy director. On that day, after the joyous celebration banquet, I found the director of the First Bureau. "

Accompanied by a burst of noise coming from the house, the smell of vodka wafted out, a young agent helped an older agent out of the house, and the two came to the lounge next to it. The older agent sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

"Director, thank you for holding such a warm welcome ceremony for me. I didn't expect that I could return to the first game so soon."

"I didn't expect it either, Comrade Schiller, but being just a deputy director is indeed a bit of a waste of your talent. You can't give full play to your revolutionary enthusiasm and ability, but I believe that sooner or later you will have a broader stage..."

The young agent Schiller smiled and shook his head, then he looked at the director and said: "Indeed, Director, not only me, but we will all have a broader stage. "

The director of the first bureau looked at Agent Schiller with some curiosity. He heard that there was something behind Agent Schiller's words, but the next second, he was stunned there, because a cluster of flames appeared in Schiller's hand.

The flames reflected on his gray eyes, like a beach reflecting the light of the setting sun. Agent Schiller looked at the director of the first bureau and said, "Perhaps, you have known about the existence of magic for a long time, but I am a magician."

Schiller's voice came again: "Maybe, you will feel a little confused. Such a big country will not lack people with magical talents, and the top leaders should not realize the existence of magic now."

"But, according to my previous research, the influence of thoughts on a person's magical talent is very large. Simply put, as long as you don't believe it, it can't work, and my motherland does not believe in any monsters."

"Therefore, I became the first person who can use magic skillfully and have the ability to participate in research work. "

"Perhaps, the agents of the 11th Bureau have found you. This 11th Bureau, which you have never heard of and has never appeared in the public eye, is also known as the 'KGB Magic Energy Investigation and Research Bureau'."

"In other words, the 11th Bureau is the Soviet Union's department responsible for investigating magic and mysterious events, and I am the director of the 11th Bureau."

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