Chapter 104: Monster and Fear

Luge suspected that the female Wizard Apprentice might have left the Fendis Family long ago; after failing to invite her several times, the other party used her name to lure this simple and kind Kobold out, so in the end, from start to finish, he was the only one who had been telling the truth and had never told a lie.

A figure reeking of wine plopped down beside Luge.

"Need any help, young man?" the man said, letting out a burp.

"Didn't expect you to be here too," Luge said with a smile.

"I'm not following you. The Fendis Family is spending a fortune to find some death-defying Extraordinary ones to deal with a Wild Wizard with strange methods. Hehe," the wine-loving Old Wizard Apprentice said with a laugh, "heard there's money to be made, and there's wine here, so I came. Though their wine isn't as good as mine."

"Young man, you'd better be careful. I've recognized quite a few Wizard Apprentices, and some messy Extraordinary ones. There are definitely Fendis Family Strong Ones lurking in the dark," the old drunk warned.

"Then what about you?" Luge said with a smile. "Are you going to make a move on me?"

The wine-loving old man waved his hand, took the wine cup from Luge's hand, tilted his head back, and drank.

Luge smiled, raising his eyes to scan the surroundings.

Are all Extraordinary ones this proud?

They haven't swarmed in even now.

Luge looked at those eyeing him covetously in the distance, unable to suppress some curiosity.

"They're waiting, waiting for your poison to take effect," the old man leisurely sipped his wine. "Your constitution seems quite special. Ordinary poisons apparently have no effect."

"There's poison in the wine?" Luge looked at the cup in the old man's hand.

"Just a little, consider it seasoning," the old man said. "The wine I've drunk is even more potent than the poisons these Nobles managed to get."

Luge blinked, feeling he had broadened his horizons again.

He stood up, straightened his long robe, and with a wave of his hand took out seven more cups of wine and placed them beside the old man.

"Enjoy them slowly. I'll go handle things first."

He scanned the dim Hall, then began sticking close to one side of the Hall and walking forward slowly.

Luge didn't take the Stairs, but still drew closer and closer to Edgar, strolling along and even raising his head to look up at the Second Floor and smile at Edgar.

"This despicable, cunning monster — he definitely didn't drink!" Edgar said, glancing toward the old man sitting in the distance sipping wine. "Wild Wizards really are despicable, all of them despicable liars."

With Edgar's roar, the people in the Hall finally began to move.

Three humming glowing Arrows shot from the dark Corner. Luge's steps paused slightly; he instantly emptied his three Temporary Spell Slots, rolled on the spot, and vaulted past. He had actually seen the person in the Corner move long ago.

The maintenance of Foul Skin was deliberately controlled — activated for an instant, then stopped. The person in the Corner had already been dealt with.

Ever since his last battle with Ba'angte, he had been thinking. The first mistake back then was letting Ba'angte quickly find the effective range of Foul Skin. Although the opponent was experienced, he could also cast to maintain it sometimes and stop the Spell at other times, constantly changing the distance between the two and the casting timing to interfere with the opponent's judgment — just like what he was doing now. Sometimes he cast Foul Skin from very far away; sometimes he only cast it when very close — completely preventing them from finding any Regular pattern.

Luge still had the leisure to admire his Tall body. Boosted by Demon Body, he had grown taller once more; in this state he was already taller than Aijin, only slightly inferior to Dasha. The only pity was that he had forgotten to take off his robe just now; now only a tattered strip hung on him. He still liked this Clothing very much.

Watching the people in the Hall, bright and dark, fall one after another, Edgar stopped shouting and cursing wildly. First he took out a potion and gulped it down, then laboriously tore open a Scroll and threw it down Head On.

Luge had been keeping an eye on him the whole time, so naturally saw everything.

As the Scroll fell through the air, the surrounding Darkness twisted.

Luge retreated swiftly, but the twisting Darkness spread along with his movement, its area of influence growing larger and larger, finally forming a huge Cage that came down Head On.

Because he made the Cage very large, quite a few Extraordinary ones were trapped inside along with him.

"Stanson! Don't forget your daughter's illness. That's one of the conditions. Show your courage! Only the Fendis Family can help you!"

As Edgar's words fell, a middle-aged Knight trapped in the Shadow Cage alongside them charged at Luge.

His tall, heroic body was like an arrow leaving the bowstring, holding a Spiked Warhammer high.

"Vincent! The Fendis Family raised you! Don't fear this monster!"

Another figure trapped in the Cage overcame Fear.

Simultaneously, several Fireballs shot from gaps in the Cage. Luge was about to dodge, but under a wave of Spell fluctuations his whole body went numb and he could barely move. Even so, this Knight still collapsed halfway there amid gasps from the crowd, convulsing nonstop under the influence of Foul Skin, and the others in the Cage were the same.

For a moment, only one standing figure remained in the Cage.

The Hall fell silent as well.

Luge turned his head to look at the few people in the darkness. His earlier charging left and right was to lure out these Wild Wizards. This bunch might not have much other ability, but they're decent at playing it cool and reading the situation — they didn't show themselves easily even when baited.

Boom! He suddenly charged, a ferocious grin on his face, slamming into the Cage made of shadows.

The Cage shook violently.

More Arrows and Spells, mixed with the Casters' Fear, shot over.

Boom! The Shadow Cage shook violently again!

The shock struck the heart of everyone in the Hall. The old man drinking wine in the distance had long since stopped what he was doing; with a tremor, a little of the new cup of wine he had just picked up spilled out.

Luge whipped his head around, rage surging. Someone had used a Spell that could influence emotions on him, but he just grinned, letting the anger in his heart rise, crashing into the Shadow Cage like a madman. The Arrows and Spells flying at him were no longer dodged like before; he simply charged left and right. The people convulsing on the ground in the Cage were trampled by him until tendons snapped and bones broke, even skulls crushed directly. He seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast; under his ramming, severed limbs and fresh blood splattered outside the Cage.

This was an Experiment he took the opportunity to do. Even when he realized his emotions were being influenced by some Spell, he actively cancelled his own Spiritual Boiling.

Under the burning rage, with reason lost, he seemed unable to feel pain.

But loss of reason did not equal becoming Stupid. He felt his strength growing, his figure seeming to grow taller again, and the connections between several Spells deepening.

Two High Compatibility Spells, Foul Skin and Demon Body, seemed to be influencing each other as well.

He was still searching, searching for the source of his own Rage.

Even with Spell guidance, one still needs a Seed within oneself.

As the Cage collapsed with a thunderous crash, he finally found the source of his own Anger.

They're too weak! Wild Wizards are too Weak! It's him feeling Fear — in his subconscious, seeing these weaklings, he also Feared his own Predicemicament. The opponent's emotion-influencing Spell and Demon Body together turned that Fear into fuel for his own Rage. If he couldn't get a Passage Ticket, wouldn't he end up just like these guys — a Muddled Existence, Settling in a Corner, and in ten-odd years or decades, what difference would there be besides knowing two more Small Spells?

(Chapter End)