Chapter 30: The Wizard and the Road Ahead

After this trip here and a series of upheavals, he believed there were broadly two situations worth noting.

One was a rather embarrassing point; he harbored sincere regret for it — he had traveled a thousand li to inherit a legacy, only to find the person wasn't dead at all. Fortunately, he still barely managed to inherit successfully in the end, avoiding both embarrassment and a wasted trip.

The second was the inexplicably changed Foul Skin, which had an effect on this kind of seemingly formless enemy, but wasn't strong enough; perhaps it was due to the enemy's special state, or perhaps because the other party was an Apprentice Limit Wizard Apprentice — after all, veteran apprentices with such a title all have considerable means, and their Spiritual Power must certainly have reached the Apprentice Limit.

Of course, the guy inside the Jing Zhu certainly wasn't in perfect condition; perhaps his strength wasn't even one-tenth remaining, only his Spiritual Power strength still counted as a Fifth-Rank Wizard Apprentice.

He ultimately turned into a generous silent man.

Luge, meanwhile, raised his head to look at the Donor embedded above, and for a moment was at a loss; in the end he had to rely on brute force, driving the Black Claw Saint Lord's claw into the Cave Wall, chiseling out several holes, and using the Short Spear as a ladder in cooperation, before he laboriously pried this unnamed senior of unknown origin out of the wall.

"Your life ends here," he murmured, looking at the two corpse sections with some sighing — this was his first time helping someone collect a corpse — "The little Chong Ren's aunties are more formidable than imagined, striking viciously, turning a person directly into two sections; just a pity about the clothes! No, it should be just right……"

Luge picked up the half robe and measured it; the upper half had only a little blood stained at the break, also convenient to clean.

A half black long robe, with a section of sleeve cut off.

He put it on and it fit just right; the robe length passed the knees, nearing above the ankles, and he had to admit his knees were very close to his ankles.

What he was most satisfied with about this Black Robe was that it had an attached Hood.

He tried putting on the hood, and put on the Old Boot, and looked the part too.

After a simple tidying, he first buried the other party, then found a flat good place, sat down to rest, and then solemnly took out the Storage Bag, preparing to witness a Miracle and obtain the nameless senior's true Gift.

He let out a long breath.

Activating Bull Strength, he used both hands to forcefully tear.

Sizzle—!

The sturdy Storage Bag followed its master in finishing its life.

Accompanied by a barely perceptible spatial distortion, a messy pile of things scattered across the ground.

Only those Wizards who specialized in Storage Bag rupture experiments back then could statistic that kind of data; like him, he fundamentally didn't know how many things the other party had put in the bag, and thus had no way to know how much was lost to the rupture.

Kobold Creed: not knowing the loss means gaining one hundred percent.

Mainly peace of mind.

He began rummaging; even Magic Stones held little value in his eyes — only Inheritance Scrolls and books filled with Spell Knowledge were what he truly wanted, or even some Biography Novels to pass the time would do, letting him learn some facet of this World.

His hands didn't stop moving, but his heart grew colder and colder.

All kinds of unrecognizable bottles and jars, filled with disgusting things — he wouldn't dare use them even if given, and couldn't use them either, and moreover had no way to exchange them for Magic Stones. This kind of stuff occupied a large amount of space.

Also various experimental Notes with disjointed dates that were incomprehensible.

There were some Magic Stones, a small pile he sorted out and set aside.

In the end, only three books specifically teaching Spells were found; to his surprise, two of them taught the same Spell.

So in the end he only found two Spells, both Zero-Circle Spells: Writing Technique and Light Body Technique. That a Limit Wizard Apprentice carried these two Spells already surprised Luge somewhat; after all, in his thinking, apprentices reaching this stage should attempt researching some One-Ring Spells as preparation, and the things they carry should at least be modified Zero-Circle Spells they excel at and are powerful.

And the two books explaining the same Spell — it was actually Writing Technique. Skimming through, one was this senior's research Notes, and judging by the look of it there wasn't just this one Note; the rest might not have been brought along, or were lost during the bag rupture. From this it could also be inferred that the Light Body Technique kept close by surely also had several research Notes, or other Wizards' relevant works. This Grey Shadow senior, for some purpose, had set about researching these two Spells.

Just with Luge's meager knowledge, he couldn't figure out their value for the moment; perhaps reading through these few books carefully back home would bring some new understanding.

After all, both these Spells look like their uses are very simple.

Writing Technique, Zero-Circle Spell.

As the Incantation is recited, the pen before one comes alive as it were, commonly used as a small Spell to assist recording during Experiments and Coursework.

Light Body Technique, Zero-Circle Spell.

Can effectively prevent the Caster from falling to death; in the Di Ku Shi Jie where terrain changes unpredictably it is a very practical Spell, but that is all. Note: it is not the One-Ring Floating Technique; there are always fools who mix them up.

Two isn't bad; having is better than not having, he comforted himself in his heart.

Since even a Fifth-Rank Wizard Apprentice was researching those two Spells, there must be merit to them.

Perhaps they can open up new lines of thought.

Perhaps some Wizard Apprentices don't like carrying Spell-related books when going out, instead carrying accumulated Magic Stones and valuable goods, or only what's relatively important to themselves, like Experimental Materials being researched.

Luge's trip this time aimed at two relatively nearby targets — not just because it was near the Kobold's Lingdi, but also because the two targets were very close to each other.

He leaned back resting, looking at the gray Translucent Crystal Stone in his hand.

This was also the senior's Gift.

At the time he wanted to throw it into the senior's luxurious big tomb, but the Spiritual Light seemed to flicker, and inexplicably he changed his mind.

What use is this exactly? Do I have to go back and ask the Half-Man? He thought.

Click! Crack! He was just holding it and fiddling when a sudden crisp sound rang out.

"Friend, you've cracked again……"

The cracked Grey Crystal, like a crisp pastry, crumbled into a deformed mess with a light pinch in his palm.

He suddenly felt these scattered fragments seemed familiar; the feeling they gave him was similar to the things attracted when recovering Spiritual Power using the Magic Mark Meditation Method.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and he immediately began Meditation.

Normally in this state, he would feel himself absorbing imperceptible things through the Magic Mark, promoting Spiritual Power recovery. This time, just as he started tracing the Rune, he saw a swarm of large, clearly visible motes emitting various colored lights appear and surge into the Magic Mark.

As Spiritual Power recovered rapidly, scene after scene also surged into his mind.

Like opening a long-awaited Biography Novel, but even better — he was reading a story immersively, as if present at the scene.

Like an unknown, silent observer.

Luge even saw a fleeting glimpse of himself within — seemingly all the most deeply impressed scenes from this senior's lifetime memories; he hadn't expected his brief appearance would still earn a place in a scene; the impression left must have been extraordinarily deep.

Gradually, the scenes rotated; Luge saw this senior's youthful vigor, saw his ferocious side as his body modification gradually became Inhuman, saw all kinds of unimaginable pain, saw the Wizard Tower he belonged to despised by other Wizards for various crazy actions, saw the light of youth already lost from his eyes — but the various pains weren't the clearest, deepest scenes; the path to promoting to Official Wizard being blocked, unable to cross that threshold for a long time, was his deepest anguish.

The scenes gradually turned again; different scenes flashed by one by one, flashing to middle age then to youth, finally stopping at adolescence.

That day he received the first Gift of his life — a book.

The book told legend stories of the Surface World he longed for beyond measure, and all kinds of fantasies about the Surface World; on the last page of the book, a sentence was written — Only Wizards Can Walk on the Surface.

That was the first time the young him learned the word Wizard.

(Chapter End)