Chapter 62: The Mouse Kid's Tribal Era

The night was dark and windy, and a deep silence prevailed.

In the long, tangled black alley, Ji Ming was swiftly weaving through it.

Glancing at the newly added 【Ignition Technique】 on his panel, he couldn't help but sigh again.

Good news: the trip wasn't in vain; the new thing was indeed learned.

Bad news…

Just now, when she saw him suddenly use the same little spell as hers, Buluowa clearly froze for a moment.

She sprang up with a whoosh, without even leaning on her staff, limping over.

"When did you learn it?"

Ji Ming kept his upward‑curving mouth corners in check, feigning humility.

"I glanced, thought about it, and just felt like I could do it."

Heh, standing there like a constable for so long, finally this book has something understandable!

In a special vision, every flow of magic within Buluowa's body was crystal clear,

so as long as he copied the cat‑painting‑tiger, Ji Ming could reproduce the exact spell with ease.

Looking down at Ji Ming, Buluowa's eyes widened a bit, suddenly feeling she was digging into a dead end.

He clearly has excellent wood‑element affinity; why does she keep wanting to teach him martial skills?

Just teach a few suitable spells, and that would be enough, right?

So she brewed two cups of barley tea and invited Ji Ming to sit on opposite sides of the square table.

"If you can learn magic, that's not bad either."

"Come, I'll first teach you the advanced Ignition Technique—Fireball Technique."

Although he again snapped his fingers, Ji Ming could clearly sense that this time Buluowa's magic was truly being mobilized.

Such an investment far exceeds the scale of a mere trick; it aims to display a genuine first‑grade spell.

In an instant, a fist‑sized fireball began to burn slowly in her palm, then, after a flick of her wrist, it burst with a boom—.

"How is it? Did you notice anything?"

First like this, then like that, finally…

Wait, what was it before O. o?

The reverted Ji Ming fell silent for a moment, smiled, and shook his head.

"I…"

Ice Arrow! Earth Shield! Wind Blade!

Buluowa, refusing to believe it, cast each of the four elemental basic spells once.

But…

What what what, what's written in this book?

Putting it together I don't understand, taking it apart I still don't get it, it's just trying to trip me up!

All Ji Ming can do is shake his head, shake his head, and keep shaking his head.

Rubbing his temples, Buluowa slowly exhaled.

No grasp of basic combat skills, basic magic remains unmoved.

Yet when he sees someone casually spark a flame, he can instantly replicate it perfectly.

Although the old woman's expression didn't change much, the experienced Ji Ming knew she was starting to lose composure.

Holding the tea cup, after a while Buluowa gently waved.

"I'm tired; I'll think more about the teaching later, come back another day."

"Alright."

Ji Ming had to leave after expressing his thanks.

But actually there's nothing much to regret.

Anyway, I've long gotten used to playing this abnormal lousy hand (great sorrow).

Even feeling the slight surge of magic within his body, he gradually became excited.

In any case, this is real magic.

It's not pounding someone's head, nor cursing them to fart.

It's a proper, meticulous manipulation of magic, building a model with precision, sealing it tightly for operation, and giving everything to output the released magic!

Back at the Clinic's doorway, Ji Ming quickly opened it and slipped inside.

Locking the main door, he took three steps at a time, dashing into the potion‑brewing room.

"Mouse Kid, I can do magic, you know."

But when he pulled open a drawer and peeked, he almost thought he'd entered the wrong Clinic.

Somehow, this shabby drawer had undergone a complete transformation, as if it had been expertly renovated!

A beautiful but cracked tea cup held clear water, and a delicate yet fissured small bowl contained curd.

Amid the array of delicacies, Mouse Kid lay on his back on an embroidered little pillow meant for cushioning luxury items.

His brows lowered, eyes squinting, nose slightly twitching, looking like a deep sleep.

"I've been pulling all‑night marathons, and this brat is sleeping soundly at home!"

Ji Ming, furious, seized Mouse Kid from the drawer on the spot and tortured him mercilessly.

Mouse Kid, shaken wildly in his sleep, squeaked and opened his eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to guard the house? You actually slept here— is that how you guard it?"

Trying to figure out what happened, Mouse Kid was so angry he wanted to bite, but then he saw the flickering fire on Ji Ming's fingertip.

……

Haha, motherf***er.

The ferocity in its eyes vanished in an instant, restoring a clear gaze as if a Sichuan opera face‑change.

It dared not resist, could only struggle to twist its neck, signaling Ji Ming to look to the side.

Ji Ming only then realized that the gray mouse he had seen earlier was squatting by the window, nervously standing guard.

No, not just here.

Every window and every possible entrance in the Clinic had been set up with hidden sentries by Mouse Kid.

It seemed that while he was unaware, Mouse Kid had unconsciously become the absolute ruler of a tiny mouse kingdom.

Thinking of that, Ji Ming inhaled a sharp gasp of cold air.

This damned mouse, with only three intelligence, has already learned layered outsourcing.

If its intelligence rose to six, I can't even imagine what it would dare to do!

Yikes, could it be that someday I'll see Mouse Kid lending high‑interest loans to others?

No way! No way! That's too terrifying!

However, if Mouse Kid could indeed recruit a few more underlings, it would still be somewhat beneficial to me.

Thinking of that, Ji Ming instantly brightened his expression.

"I'll let you off this time; be careful next time."

He placed Mouse Kid back onto the drawer, then turned and went back to the second floor.

Still shaken, sitting on the mat, Mouse Kid twitched his little mouth and emitted a burst of bird‑song and floral fragrance.

He tucked in some midnight snack, then burst out of the drawer to beat the gray mouse, venting his anger, and only then fell into a sound sleep.

After closing the door, Ji Ming couldn't help snapping his fingers again.

Feeling the ever‑twitching spark on his fingertips, yet the flame caused no burning, he picked up a sheet of paper and placed it on it.

The fire tongue just touched the paper, and the whole white sheet instantly ignited.

Although the form is unusual, the flame is certainly not fake.

Just imagine, if later I attend some alumni gathering or a company team‑building event.

If someone offers a cigarette, when they pull out a lighter, you just say "No need", then casually extend your hand, and with a snap…

Wait.

Ji Ming scratched his head, suddenly noticing two very important questions.

First, he doesn't smoke.

Second, can magic be used in the real world?

Shh.

He immediately exited the game and returned to his own room.

Calmly, he extended his hand and slowly snapped his fingers.

With a crisp "pop", nothing happened.

At that moment, a notification sound came from the computer.