"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It was late at night, and everything was quiet.

Outside a certain door, a low sob suddenly appeared, like resentment and admiration, endlessly, and in the faint dark corridor, it seemed particularly fascinating.

Crack...

Suddenly, a harsh sound appeared, as if someone was stubbing the door with his fingernails, making a sound that made his scalp numb.

"Lincoln, Lincoln, I died so miserably..."

The ethereal and illusory sound was floating, but it was extremely penetrating and entered the ears of the sleeping people in the room.

Hurry!

In the darkness, Lincoln suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up, opened his blood-stained eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and his teeth creaked.

here we go again!

This is the third consecutive night!

Lincoln felt extremely upset and wanted to roar. However, the tenacious nerves that had been tempered over the past two years and the remaining reason told him that this was the other party's purpose.

The other party wanted to make Lincoln feel bored, irritable, angry, and lose his normal mind, so that he could defeat him more easily.

"Calm down, calm down, be sure to calm down!"

"Think about Goujian, think about Han Xin, sleeping on firewood and tasting gall, and enduring the humiliation under the crotch, and enduring what ordinary people cannot tolerate, you can become what ordinary people cannot accomplish. Everything that cannot defeat you will eventually make you stronger..."

Lincoln loosened his palm and closed it again. After repeated several times, his face finally returned to a little calmer, but the sleepiness that was not too much had disappeared.

“Woooooooooooooo…”

There were still cunning crying outside the door, and Lincoln continued to pretend that he had not heard it because he knew that it was all pretended to be a human, and there was nothing outside when the door was opened, and it would appear again soon after the door was closed.

Unless he is willing to spend a night playing hide-and-seek with the other party, he may wake up laughing when he is targeting him in his dreams.

And speaking of it, this is the creativity that Lincoln came up with himself.

One night before, when the other party was harassing him late at night, Leng Bufan Lincoln pretended to be a female ghost. His sinister voice and strange door scratching sounds scared the other party and fled to a good night's sleep.

As a result, the heavenly way is good for reincarnation, and the victim eventually returns to him. Is this considered to be self-inflicted?

Lincoln smiled bitterly, lay down again, covered the quilt, and couldn't sleep, he fell into memories again.

His real name is not Lincoln, but a time traveler, who comes from a place called Earth. He was originally an ordinary office worker. Without any accidents, he woke up and traveled through time.

I came to this world called "Manracha" and had the same name as the president of a country in my previous life.

Generally speaking, people will not name the world they are in. They may call the planet they live in the earth, but they will not call the universe they are in the earth, but the world of Manracha is different.

Manracha means the center of all worlds and the place where the world meets!

This is because in the Manracha world, there are some humans called [Soul-Slayer]. They are gifted and can use some way to make their souls travel to other worlds, and then by devouring and fusing the souls of other creatures, they can become stronger and have various incredible abilities, so they are called Soul-Slayers!

Take the souls of thousands of living beings and achieve yourself!

For creatures in other worlds, the Soul-Snatcher is undoubtedly evil, and is called evil spirits or demons, but in the world of Manracha, the Soul-Snatcher is absolutely orthodox.

Fortunately, after Lincoln woke up from time to time, he found that the original owner was actually a soul robber, and unfortunately, the word "reserve" was added to the following.

Or it is more appropriate to call it the Soul-Snatcher Apprentice.

In the world of Manracha, only a very small number of humans with powerful natural souls are qualified to become soul-takers. To become a true soul-taker, one has to pass a trial - the soul-taker trial!

You need to travel to any world, then successfully seize the soul and then return to become a true soul robber.

It seems simple to say, but it is not difficult to do. After countless years of development, the Soul-Snatchers have summarized a complete set of processes, and even opened a college to specialize in teaching to train Soul-Snatchers on a large scale.

However, the original owner's first soul-taking trial failed directly under the influence of certain factors, and even died in the trial world, resulting in damage to his soul. Only then could Lincoln successfully occupy the magpie's nest and take over everything that belonged to the original owner, including trouble.

Lincoln, to be precise, should be called Lincoln Patra, came from a powerful family of Soul Reapers. However, his father, Sith Patra, was opposed by the family because he fell in love with his mother, and eventually broke up and left the family.

The Siths and his wife were both powerful soul-takers, so the Patra family had no choice but to do anything about them. However, there was an unexpected situation. In an accident, the couple both died, leaving only Lincoln, who was still young at that time.

At this time, the Patra family appeared and wanted to take Lincoln back, but it was not because of pity for him, but because of the rich legacy left by the Sith couple. Even the Patra family couldn't help but covet. In the eyes of the Patra family, Lincoln was just a bastard with impure blood.

In order to keep the blood pure, the Patra family has always retained the ancient and barbaric custom of internal intermarriage.

Fortunately, the Siths left the legacy in a safe place, and one of his friends, before the Patra family, sent Lincoln to the largest Soul Reaper Academy, Vadron.

The Patra family naturally would not give up, so they sent people to the academy and targeted Lincoln everywhere, with only one goal, that is, to make him fail the Soul-Snatching Trial and become an ordinary person completely.

In the eyes of the Soul Reaper, an ordinary person naturally does not have the right to inherit the inheritance, so what the Sith left behind will naturally belong to the Patra family.

Every Soul-Savage apprentice has two chances to try, so Lincoln still has one last chance and waited for it for two years!

And just a few hours later!

Just today!

In order to interfere with his condition, the other party has been coming to harass him for three consecutive nights, and he must have failed the trial!

"So, I have to succeed, I have to succeed!"

Lincoln knew that if he failed this trial again, it would be a trivial matter to lose the inheritance right. Once he lost his identity as a Soul Reaper, the Patra family would never allow Lincoln, who had impure blood in their eyes, to continue to live!

At that time, the Patra family killed him was no more difficult than killing a chicken, and it would not cause any trouble.

"Only by becoming a soul robber and truly mastering the power, I can survive!"

Lincoln felt like a flame was burning in his heart, so he simply sat up, washed his face with cold water, and waited until dawn.

The rising sun rose, and the sound outside the door disappeared without realizing it. Lincoln carefully tidied up his robe in front of the mirror and smoothed his collar. What caught his eye was a pale face, quite handsome, and the kind that could cause screams in his previous life.

Lincoln's skin is still very good, but unfortunately, my eyes are densely packed with blood, and it looks a bit more neurotic and terrifying.

Two years of low-key hibernation, this is here!

Lincoln suddenly pushed open the door, faced the rising sun, and walked towards a continuous ancient building in the distance. High towers stood around, and even the stone bricks under his feet exuded the mottled atmosphere of time, old and long.

This is Videron Academy, the oldest academy of Soul Reapers. None of them, and it has an important position. Even the Patra family dare not act recklessly in the academy. They can only secretly make some small moves to target Lincoln.

Some early-waking students around were passing by, but overall, the number was not large. After all, to become a soul robber, the first thing to look at is talent. At the peak of the entire college, there will be no more than a thousand people, and the implementation of elite education is also carried out.

Of course, Lincoln felt that the tuition was expensive was definitely one of the reasons. Most of the money left by the Sith had been filled in over the years.

Lincoln remained silent and walked towards a high tower. Suddenly, footsteps approaching from behind him. Before the person arrived, the sound began to sound.

"Lincoln, my dear cousin, how did you take a break last night?"

A hand fell to his shoulder, Lincoln twisted and avoided, and a figure followed behind him.

A boy with a look similar to him, but a stronger figure grinned. After seeing the blood in Lincoln's eyes, he smiled extremely brightly.

"It seems that I haven't had a good sleep. I suggest you go back and have a sleep first, otherwise you will be a poor loser in this state, otherwise you will be in the same way as last time!"

He tutted his mouth, and Lincoln's eyes turned cold and he spitted out a name from his teeth: "Saron!"

This is what the Patra family sent to the academy to target Lincoln's mastermind. Judging from the blood relationship, he is still Lincoln's cousin, but in his eyes, Lincoln's existence is simply a shame.

"You don't need to worry about it!"

Lincoln replied coldly, ready to leave, but who knew that Saron had stepped in front of him and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"This is the last suggestion, Lincoln, give up this trial and go back to the Patra family with me. I promise you are safe. After all, we are also bleeding the same noble blood, aren't we?"

His expression seemed to be very sincere, but Lincoln not only had no fluctuations in his heart, but he even wanted to laugh: "I heard that there will be many problems with getting married in close relatives, so I suggest you check your head."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Salon's reaction and turned around and left.

Instead of believing what Saron said, Lincoln would rather believe that the sun would come out from the west and be square in shape!

Salon's face suddenly became extremely terrifying, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat, but in the academy he didn't dare to do anything, so he could only stare at Lincoln's back with a cold look: "Very good, very good!"

In the past, Lincoln mostly avoided Salon, but now he has no scruples and is even quite wanton.

After today, either he will succeed in the trial and become a soul robber, and enter a new world from now on, or the trial will fail, and the ending will be predictably miserable. Since that is the case, what else can you be afraid of?

Anyway, even if he just knelt down and begged for mercy, the Patra family would not really let him go, and would only let him bear more humiliation.

When I stepped into the tower, the first thing that caught my eye was the spiral upward staircase. There were more than a dozen students wearing black robes standing in the hall, surrounded by a middle-aged man wearing a gray-black mentor robe and brown pupils. This was Professor Lange, who taught them.

Lincoln walked over silently, inconspicuous in the crowd. However, Saron arrived and attracted some attention. The Patra family was still quite famous among the Soul Reapers.

Soon everyone arrived. After Professor Lange counted the number of people, he did not delay any further. Instead, he led them up the stairs to the end of a black room with some kind of hideous monster carved on it.

Professor Lange pushed the door, and the monster actually opened his eyes. He turned his eyes and looked at everyone, and the door was slowly opened.

It was as bright as the starry sky, and there was no boundary inside, as if it was leading to another unknown world, and everyone's eyes were focused on a black hollow sphere floating in the center.

"Black ball..."

Lincoln saw someone's eyes fascinated and exclaimed, but it was the first time he saw such a scene, and a shocking look appeared in his eyes.

This black sphere is the core of the entire Manracha world. Through it, the soul robbers can travel through the vast world. It can be said that if there were no black robbers, Manracha would be just an ordinary world, and there would be no existence like the soul robber.

"Now put on the soul ring and enter according to the team we divided before. I hope that when I see you again, you have become real soul robbers."

Professor Lange stood by the door, waved his hand, and silver rings emerged from his sleeve, floating in front of everyone, and spoke.

In order to increase the success rate of the trial, the Soul-Snatchers invented the Soul Ring, which can allow several Soul-Snatchers to descend in the same world, unite and help each other, and the success rate is greatly improved compared to the past solo entry.

The students in front of Lincoln immediately walked into the door in groups, and immediately turned into streams of light and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​stars. The scene was amazing, but except for Lincoln, most of the other students were already familiar with each other.
To be continued...