Chapter 16: Senior and Spell

In his own safe nest, transparent on all sides — front, back, left, and right.

He had just finished a round of meditation. Using review of the first six Runes he had already mastered as a warm-up, and attempting to master the six new Runes that had appeared as the main focus, he waited until his Spiritual Power was overly consumed and he felt tired, then went to trace Runes above the Magic Mark to accelerate recovery, and then continued on to wait for the next round of wonderful fatigue.

After several such rounds, even if Spiritual Power could keep recovering, it was still necessary to pause and rest for a bit.

Pillowing his arm, he gazed at the already bare Cave Wall depression, his mind recalling the words Old Gold Tooth had spoken.

There is sunlight, there is the turning of sun and moon, and in that distance there are huge cities where humans gather. Since these exist, there must surely also be delicacies, fine wine, sturdy city walls, warm quilts, noisy bustling markets steaming with heat, and perhaps on the market ground there would even be a small puddle of filthy water, into which playing, running children would stomp hard, splashing it all around.

But, humans.

Human? Can I still be a human? Become a human again?

An ordinary lone Kobold doesn't even count as a fierce beast; if a human encounters one, they probably won't even look at it properly, but rather quite relaxedly use a bow or a large pitchfork, chatting and laughing with companions while casually disposing of it.

So wearing this face, one cannot rashly go to a human city; this isn't appearance discrimination, this is full-body discrimination, not a single hair on the whole body is spared.

A Kobold's appearance, in human eyes, is prey, is an ugly pest.

Moreover, Old Gold Tooth hasn't even seen the Underground City, let alone the so-called Ground Cave Domain; that is definitely extremely far away, and with his current strength, even if he knew the Road, he might not necessarily be able to reach the place.

There must surely be a Tu Shu Guan in that vast Underground City.

He sat up and took out those four books, beginning to select a Spell to self-study.

The two Depilation and Spiritual Boiling Inheritance Scrolls had already been used by him; two Spell Models, one with nineteen Nodes, one with twenty Nodes, were currently floating around the Magic Mark, circling tirelessly.

Four exquisitely bound books of different binding styles corresponded to four Zero-Circle Spells respectively; the authors stated their intent in the opening words, taking concise and complete explanation of the Spell as their purpose; the books would not contain any Reform content, teaching only the most Basic stable versions.

The four Spells were respectively: Fireball Technique, Magic Skin Technique, Ear Planting Technique, and Freezing Ray.

He wanted the Spiritual Light to guide him once more, but alas, there was no reaction. It seems even the tallest among dwarfs cannot complete it.

Clearly that old brother is not one who comes at call.

In principle, he wanted to learn Magic Skin Technique first, because it is a damage-tanking Spell, but thinking that he currently has no Spell that acts directly on a target besides activating Bull Strength to charge up swinging a stick, and Foul Skin also isn't applicable in all situations — as long as one lives, one will always encounter some strange circumstances.

He looked at Fireball Technique, and finally chose Freezing Ray.

Freezing Ray, Zero-Circle Spell.

Legend says the first to invent this Spell was a Great Wizard who went mad and stupid from Reforming the Meditation Method; he claimed he had found the annoying wind-rheumatism sprites, blue-white specks of light would leap rapidly from his hands, flying all over the sky like worms, specifically burrowing into the joints of those elderly Wizards in the academy.

Alas, later his manuscripts were destroyed; people found them and restored them, only managing to dig out this kind of blue-white straight ray that doesn't seek targets on its own. Fortunately, the Caster can still use it to aim at enemy joints, and the ray form guarantees the original sustained stacking design concept; as long as a single instant of hesitation, the stacked freezing cold can give the enemy an unforgettable Huichu.

He held the book in his hands, satisfiedly looking through it, casually putting away the other three.

This thing might be able to cooperate with Foul Skin, although he hasn't yet encountered a creature that can endure Foul Skin for a period of time.

But better safe than sorry.

This Spell can also be used to help hoard and preserve food; dig a Pit, freeze it, then carefully bury it, and it can definitely be stored for a long time.

This Spell's frontal destructive power doesn't have the deterrence of Fireball Technique, but it cooperates well with both Foul Skin and Bull Strength these two Spells; for example, a shield or sturdy iron door that Foul Skin is powerless against — Freezing Ray gives the shield and door a cold compress, then Bull Strength swings the arm round and smashes down with a stick.

Speaking of it, this is his first time truly attempting to master a Spell through Learning.

Actually, through Kalu's Diary, looking at those Apprentices in the Wizard Academy, they also often self-study; but the difference lies in that when they encounter key problems, they can consult predecessors, quickly straighten out their thinking and cross the bottleneck.

This is a very important point, and is also the fundamental reason for the inheritance of organizations like the Wizard Academy.

He thought that he himself seemed to have such a person too, a friendly predecessor.

No, should be half a person.

Half-Man, during this time, must have already waited until doubt arose in his heart, thinking of a face full of puzzlement.

Luge believes he also cannot leave Half-Man hanging too long. First research it himself, write down what he doesn't understand, then find time to go ask Half-Man for guidance. Even if he understands it all, he still has to go through the motions. Let this currently still warm-hearted senior good person have peace of mind; getting anxious and heated up is bad for the head.

Foul Skin has always been in the second state; he can meditate and rest with peace of mind. Those who can find this place are either enemies who accidentally intrude, or the simple-minded Aijin. So he completely doesn't fear accidentally injuring others. Interestingly, he later saw Dasha once more; this big blockhead actually had not a shred of malice toward him.

If Old Gold Tooth knew the matters inside here, he would definitely tease — Look! This is the magnanimity of royalty!

The hardworking little Kobold completed another round of meditation.

"Big Brother, you've become better-smelling."

The little Chong Ren's tiny body sat in the depression of the opposite Cave Wall, swinging its legs, staring at him without blinking.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw this scene.

Simultaneously with a start in his heart, he recalled the Spell he had been maintaining, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"This time you didn't smell the Spell's stinky smell again, right?"

He did not open his mouth to scold this scary worm.

The Crybaby worm didn't shed tears this meeting, but its eyes were still watery, as if touched once, tears would flow out the next moment.

The little Chong Ren shook its head at these words, saying: "Next time I'm going into the City; this is the last time I'm coming to see you. My younger brother just said he likes you a lot."

Luge looked at the Cultivation Bag at his waist; the bag had no movement, and the bag mouth hadn't opened.

"Failed?" he said.

The little Chong Ren showed a dejected look in an instant.

"I reached the City, but wandered for a long time; I didn't find the entrance, but it's soon, I'm about to find the entrance," the little Chong Ren rallied again, swinging its legs, "Don't worry, I found a safe good place to sleep my fill; woke up and came to see you; in a bit I still have to go back and continue looking for the entrance."

"What can it eat? When can it break out of the eggshell?"

He shook the Cultivation Bag.

"It says, it doesn't want to come out yet; when it comes out, you can feed it that kind of white worm that's everywhere outside; it should be very willing to eat." The little Chong Ren said.

Luge was quite surprised hearing this, but thinking carefully, ordinary worms by the roadside also eat worms; worms and worms are not the same.

Old Gold Tooth was trapped by himself.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask some things, the little Chong Ren's expression changed, and in a flash it vanished without a trace.

Luge didn't even daze; very directly he took off running; the moment he took the first step, Bull Strength had already activated from the Magic Mark and successfully buffed him; no matter what it was, and not caring about the reason, run first, talk later.

(Chapter End)