MTL - The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game-Chapter 1 The place where the dream begins... handsome guy who are you?

  Chapter 1 Where the dream begins Handsome guy who are you?

  The Kingdom of the Rhine, the capital of Catalina.

  Brilliant Avenue, Mansion No. 75.

   Early morning, four fifty-seven.

   "woo"

  A good biological clock allowed Lynn to slowly stand up in a hazy state, rub his eyes, and then use a big yawn with lazy stretching to kick off his day.

   Without trying to pick up the broken dream fragments, Lynn got out of bed under the trend of long-established habits, went to the bathroom, and turned on the tap.

   "Hoo—"

  As the cool water washed away the sleepiness, Lynn breathed a long sigh of relief, slowly raised his head, and stared at himself in the mirror.

It was a young man about thirteen or fourteen years old, with black hair and brown pupils. His facial features looked extraordinarily delicate under the illumination of magic candle lamps, but in addition to being delicate, they were slightly green, and the eyebrows and the lines of his face were in line with each other. The immature look he should have at this age falls into the eyes of those women who are full of maternal brilliance, and the evaluation should be "I love you so much", not "I can".

   Grinning at himself in the mirror and showing a bright smile, Lynn began to wash.

  Smiling to himself when he wakes up every day is something his mother taught him, and it is said that he can spend his day happily.

  Of course, whether it will be useful or not depends on whether or not you will meet some idiot who smells like the mud in the ditch beyond 17th Street in the rest of the day.

   After washing, Lynn picked up the small cloth bag next to the cabinet, changed into simple and light clothes, and then went directly downstairs.

  It's still early, and no one is in the living room, but there is a clanging sound coming from the kitchen. It should be that the servant is preparing the breakfast that the master will use later.

Lin En didn't go towards the kitchen, but directly pushed open the heavy and simple door with various patterns, and came to the large courtyard, then put down the cloth bag, and put the bag inside, which was only a bit shorter than others Take out the refined long sword.

   "钟—"

  The long sword was out of its sheath, and the sunlight pouring down from the sky fell on it just right. Before it could stop, it was immediately refracted and bounced off. Coupled with the young man's powerful slash, the silver blade seemed to be able to cut off the sunlight.

  Different from the swordsmanship handed down by other noble families, the Blazers' swordsmanship does not pursue magnificence and posture at the same time, trying to defeat the opponent with a perfect combo. In the concept of Blazer's swordsmanship, defense does not exist. All moves and changes are aimed at making the opponent lose the ability to resist. After the injury, there is still the ability to make the next sword.

   Judging from the moves, this is an extremely dangerous sword technique, but it can be regarded as the best match for the members of the Blazer family.

  As the sun gradually emerged from the horizon, the light refracted by the long sword in Lin En's hand became more and more fierce.

  Morning exercises were arranged by his father. Since he was four years old, he was required to practice the family-inherited swordsmanship every morning. It has been almost ten years since then.

   Lynn had a lot of complaints about this.

Although his aristocratic classmates also practiced, they never got up so early like him, and there were no servants to serve them. Moreover, if bad weather happened, the others could take a little vacation and sleep late. And his practice is under the request of his father, rain or shine, even if it encounters heavy rain and snow, he has to cut off the rain and snow first, and then talk about other things.

  Of course, complaints are complaints, and resistance does not exist.

Blazer's family is very strict. As long as Earl Blazer makes a decision on any matter, no matter how much other people have opinions, they can only hold back. Even Mrs. Blazer can't raise it in person, and can only give it to them afterwards. Mr. Earl blows the pillow breeze.

   "钟—"

   Put the long sword into its sheath, cut off your wild thoughts.

  Lin En stood firmly on the spot and adjusted his breathing. After his breathing became stable, he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, turned and went back to the room.

  Compared to when he went out, the hall is obviously much more lively now.

  The magic candle lights on the wall have been lit, bringing the morning light to disperse the remaining darkness; the servants come and go between the kitchen and the dining room, presenting delicious dishes with delicious colors and fragrances.

   On the main seat, Earl Blazer was already sitting on the main seat, holding the morning paper that arrived earlier than everyone else, carefully watching.

Of course, Lynn knew that his father never paid attention to the information in the morning newspaper, he only paid attention to the person who wrote the text, did he have the idea of ​​going to the Goddess of Starlight to report for duty—ah, in the eyes of his father, those blood vessels are full of dirty The black mud, the vision is blocked by the narrow IQ, and the dregs who are fat and fat like a breeding pig in captivity should not be qualified to meet the goddess.

  Lin En walked to the dining table, but did not sit directly on his father's right, but bowed slightly and saluted.

   "Good day, Father."

   "Good day." Cole Blazer revealed his serious face from behind the newspaper, and pulled out a smile that didn't look like a smile, "Finished the practice?"

   "Yes." Lynn said softly, "But I still haven't stepped into the situation you said, where you can use your sword like your arms."

"It doesn't matter." Cole waved his hand, "Swordsmanship is not a one-day practice. Besides, there is no opponent in your practice process, and it is normal for you to make little progress—the purpose of practicing all the year round is never to improve, but to prevent it. My own brain is foreign to the craft."

"yes!"

   "Let's tidy up." Cole put his eyes on the newspaper again, and said casually, "Also, remember to wake Rosa up."

"I see."

   Lynn nodded, turned and went upstairs.

He first returned to his room, washed his body with the hot bath water soaked by the servants, then changed into a black uniform with a circular star logo, walked out of the room, walked through the corridor, and finally stopped at the door of the innermost room forward.

   Raised his hand and knocked on the door three times, Lynn called softly: "Rosa."

no respond.

   Lynn, who seemed to be used to it, didn't try to continue calling, but reached out and unscrewed the handle, and pushed the door to enter.

  The room is large, and the interior decoration is also very gorgeous, but compared to the almost untouched books on the bookshelf, the big bed and the person on the big bed are more attractive.

  It was early in the morning, but the lights in the room were all on, but the girl's soft cheeks were hidden in the darkness formed by the pillow and quilt, as if unwilling to face the dazzling sunlight outside.

  In order to avoid his sister making a fuss, Lin En didn't go to the other party's bed, but stood by the door, adjusted his breathing, and then.

   "Rosalind!"

Filled with the majestic voice of the elder brother, the **** the bed bounced up immediately, her disheveled blond hair covered her clear blue eyes like the ocean in summer, and her snow-white skin shone brightly under the sunlight. It is so transparent that the blue blood vessels under the skin can almost be seen.

  When the girl recovered from her shock and saw the person coming, her little face immediately collapsed.

  As the most favored of the three children in the family, Rosalind did not use this favor to run wild unscrupulously.

   There is no other reason, but there are two people pressing her down on her head.

   Coincidentally, Lynn is one of them.

   "Brother Lynn!"

   Rosalind grabbed the quilt and gave a weak cry.

  Lin En nodded and said, "Father is here today, come down early."

   "Father is there?"

   Rosalind's face turned pale, and she didn't say another word. She immediately jumped out of bed, went into the bathroom and wiped it off, and then rushed out.

  When Lynn slowly went downstairs again, the girl was already pouring black tea for her father in a fawning manner.

  In addition to his younger sister, Lynn's mother, and another younger brother, Reg Blazer, had already sat in his seat.

Compared with his younger sister's jumping-off and Lynn's composure, Reg's personality is more dull. Even in front of his father, he keeps his head buried and does not speak. Only when his sister pours him a cup of steaming black tea Only then did he raise his head and show a not-so-good-looking smile.

  When everyone sat down in their seats, today's breakfast at Blazer's family officially started.

  However, compared to the noisy left and right of ordinary people's meals, the dining table in Blazer's house is obviously a bit too quiet. Apart from the sound of knives and forks hitting dishes, there is no other sound.

   This is not because Blazer's family rule stipulates that "no food, no words, no sleep", but that the father sitting on the main seat is too powerful. Under his serious face, almost no one will speak first.

   Only Mr. Earl can break this atmosphere.

   "Lynn."

  Lin En looked up and looked blankly at his father who called him: "What's wrong, Father?"

  Mr. Earl looked at his son's face, and said succinctly: "You can do your best today. Very few people can establish a connection with [Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers] in the first communication."

"I see!"

   Facing his father's early relief, Lynn's response seemed normal, but he vaguely noticed that Reg, who was sitting on the side with his head buried in his meal, suddenly stopped moving.

  Although Mr. Earl is strict, he is not an upright piece of wood. He will also say words of praise or comfort, but not many.

   Most of these words were given to Lynn, and for Reg, the second son, he didn't even face him with a smiling face.

After saying that, Mr. Earl ate a few more mouthfuls, leaned on a cane, and left the house amidst the blessings of his wife and children. As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the restaurant became much more relaxed. up.

   "Regg, I want to eat this!"

Rosalind grabbed the table and held the fork, trying to get her hands on the grilled sausage on Reg's dinner plate, but the corner of her eyes kept falling on Lynn, as if she was afraid that her elder brother would be dissatisfied with her behavior, and Reg obviously didn't either. Meaning of refusal, he just silently pushed his dinner plate towards his sister.

  Mrs. Blazer didn't respond to the small fight in front of her, she just shook her head helplessly: "Rosalind, how many times have I told you that you can't be so rude if you want to call Reg your brother."

   Rosalind glanced at Lynn who didn't respond, then puffed up her little face propped up by the food, retreated to her seat and didn't make a sound, while Reg lowered his head again and didn't speak.

  On the other side, Lynn wiped his mouth, ready to say goodbye to everyone.

Today is the day when Rhine College organizes qualified students to communicate [Sea of ​​Imaginary Numbers]. We will sum up the experience and continue to try the next day.

   All in all, regardless of whether the communication is successful or not, Lynn will be very busy today.

  However, just as Lynn was about to say goodbye, a few lines of strange words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

【Finally you are here! Fire Tong Liu Ming! 】

  【My wife Irene can finally move! 】

  【Irene Iron Green Tea! Rosalind is number one in the world! I said! Even **** can't stop it! 】

  【Yvette! (love.emoji), Yvette! (Love.emoji)]

  【Galgame animation, will there be a lot of exciting parts? Well, this galgame element is okay, there is not even a bobo plot, and there is nothing that can be fooled. 】

  【Where the dream started, wait a minute, I'm super! Where is this? Who is the handsome guy? ! 】

  Lin En tilted his head, and slowly typed out a few question marks.

  (end of this chapter)