Chapter 103: Test

Luo De smiled but said nothing.

He was a man of propriety; he couldn’t boast in front of strangers.

“Master, what is that?”

The Banshee, seeing a sand tornado for the first time, asked in confusion.

“A terrifying ritual, created by a sorcerer fueled by hatred, designed to suck in low-tier creatures like you and hurl them into the hell below.”

Luo De made it up on the spot, just to scare her.

“I’m already fifth-rank; I’m not low-tier.”

Krist was a rural Banshee with limited experience, and she actually believed his lie.

She drifted stealthily behind her master, signaling her desire to stay far from the desert.

Tally had transformed into a catgirl, with cat ears and a fluffy tail, utterly adorable.

She smiled: “Moreover, to lure spirits toward it, this evil ritual confuses their minds at night, making them willingly walk into the desert—no one can stop them.”

“Really? I don’t believe you.”

Krist stubbornly retorted.

But her fearful expression was now clearly visible.

“Mr. Luo De, you really have wide-ranging interests.”

Sharon’s gaze was strange; she finally couldn’t hold back.

She had visited the Windwall Forest several times, encountering tree spirits, centaurs, elves, orcs, ghouls, and half-deer beings.

Now, add catgirls and Banshees.

Hmm. Is this forest warden, far from the emperor’s reach, trying to open a harem in the woods?

She’d heard some humans had strange preferences.

But be aware that, according to Atheron's laws, certain races are forbidden from mating with humans due to intellectual limitations.

She thought about it.

Sharon quietly jotted down a few notes in her notebook.

Luo De laughed heartily, utterly unconcerned.

He followed her as she inspected the sand willow area.

They discovered that only near sand willows infused with [Life Essence] did the so-called ‘malignant factor’ concentration drop significantly.

“It seems the improved sand willow developed by Miss Dimea and her team does indeed suppress the ritual’s further spread.”

Thirty minutes later.

Inspection complete.

Luo De refused Sharon’s request to prune the branches.

After all, this was the research achievement of Kalist and the witch Dimea.

Though he wasn’t a sorcerer, he knew magic research required secrecy—even if this sample had succeeded only with his help.

If they wished later, they could of course submit the sample and data to the Magic Control League.

Luo De did not use [Tree Walker]; instead, he rode with her on horseback to the farm outside the forest.

There stood a small stone shed for storing farm tools.

Since the farm had long been abandoned, the wooden door was covered in a thick layer of white dust.

Sharon took a circular device with colored dials from her file bag.

She slapped it onto the wooden door with a snap.

Then she turned the dial, locking the color to a vivid red.

Meeting Luo De’s puzzled gaze, Sharon smiled:

“The [Dark Vortex Rift] of the Death Desert has been classified as an A-class magical disaster. After application, a temporary teleportation point may be established nearby.”

Teleportation point?

He’d heard of it before—the Magic Control League’s foundation: an incredibly powerful teleportation artifact.

He hadn’t expected it could be used like this.

Click—

After a faint flash of magical light, Sharon turned the doorknob and opened the door.

The cramped space once filled with farm tools had transformed into a three-square-meter elevator interior, surrounded by brass-colored metal walls.

“Elevator?”

“What?”

“Uh, nothing.”

This time, Krist and Tally did not follow.

Luo De bid a reluctant farewell to the succubus just before the door closed.

“Please note, Mr. Luo De, teleportation may cause brief discomfort; please endure it.”

“No problem.”

Sharon nodded, tapped the nearby array, and activated the teleportation elevator.

According to her, it was called a shaft.

After a brief dizziness, Luo De saw the brass metal door of the shaft open automatically.

Before him was a grand hall with a transparent glass ceiling.

Through the ceiling, he could see a massive magical barrier enveloping the building.

Inside the hall, numerous staff members dressed like Sharon moved about their duties.

It looked exactly like scenes from his past life on Earth.

“This way.”

Sharon led Luo De through the hall to a vast crystal chamber.

This was the Magic Control League’s testing zone.

At the room’s center stood an alchemical machine composed of countless tiny crystals and micro-arrays, emitting a soft blue glow.

“Please wait.”

Saying this, she stepped outside.

Luo De saw her exchange a few words with a young sorcerer.

“Sharon! Why are you bringing someone in during shift change again?!”

“Sorry, sorry, Levin, please help me out.”

Sharon pleaded with a smile.

She continued: “This A-class matter is crucial for me—it affects my promotion. I must complete every procedure flawlessly. You know how the higher-ups always find faults.”

The young sorcerer gave her a disgusted glance.

But he finally agreed.

“Don’t make it a habit, but next time you must come to my daughter’s birthday party.”

“Of course! Thank you, Levin. Perform a mental control and mental resistance test.”

Saying this,

she used a voice-transmission spell to instruct Luo De to stand in the proper position.

Sorcerer Levin bent over the control array.

After a brief flash of magical light, Luo De inside the crystal chamber showed no reaction.

“Mental control: none. Next, mental resistance…”

The machine inside the crystal chamber continued emitting blue light.

“Normal human mental resistance is 10—no issue. Increase to 20… 25… 30… hey, for a spiritual warrior, his mental resistance is quite impressive.”

Sharon was surprised.

She had reviewed his medical records—though they were a year old.

She clearly remembered his mental resistance had been around 15 to 18.

As Levin gradually increased the test values,

30, 35, 40, 45, 50… 70!

Both their expressions changed.

From surprise to shock.

It wasn’t that Luo De’s mental resistance was seventy—it was that this machine’s maximum test limit was seventy!

“My god, Sharon, what kind of monster did you bring back?”

“Seventy… have you ever seen a number this high?”

“I saw one once on an eighth-rank spiritual warrior specialized in countering mental sorcerers.”

Sharon’s face darkened with concern.

“He’s just a forest warden. Recording such a high value here might put him in danger.”

She knew what sorcerers were like.

Even within the Magic Control League, there were fallen sorcerers unable to resist the temptation of forbidden knowledge.

“Actually, it’s not that bad. Mental resistance isn’t a sorcerer’s usual research focus—we prefer studying spells themselves. That eighth-rank warrior I mentioned? He’s been locked in a deep-sea prison, and hardly anyone has even applied to study him.”

As a sorcerer, Levin offered his perspective.

But with such an exaggerated data reading, he’s bound to be invited by the Magic Control League, given that there are still many psychic-related issues unsolved.

I remember wizards have spells that enhance mental resistance.

Sharon, how many wizards have you seen willing to go on field missions?

Hmm, it really does seem like there aren’t many.

(End of Chapter)