Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 155: The Senior's Education

Wu Chen opened his mouth.

Wu Chen kept silent.

He took a deep breath, picked up a piece of meat floss bread from the Hero's Feast on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it vigorously and swallowing it, he finally felt much calmer.

A gap appeared on the table, and the silver-gray dragon priest mask appeared there—for him now, it could only serve as an embellishment. Because Wu Chen with the mask on was not much different from Wu Chen without the mask on.

It can no longer significantly improve his spell casting accuracy.

It also did not unlock any more powerful spells for Witch Dust.

Since unlocking the three high-level spells of ice, fire, and lightning before setting off, the Dragon Priest Mask could no longer provide Wu Chen with a greater or stronger boost. Even though Wu Chen regarded it as a second-stage switch in the final battle of the Holy King's Ruins, its amplification for Wu Chen was no longer significant.

With or without a mask, Wu Chen's combat power is no longer significantly different.

More importantly, without anyone noticing, putting on this mask no longer makes Wu Chen more efficient or more indifferent than usual.

The new self has already killed the old self, silently and without a sound.

The powerful Wuchen has long since replaced the weak Wuchen, and the iteration may happen on an ordinary morning or afternoon.

Ah, yes. Just a short while ago, outside the ruins temple, hadn't he marveled at how much he had changed, and resolved to embrace it?

"Too fast," Wu Chen sighed. "I've changed too fast, grown too fast. The me now is a completely different being from the me a month ago. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. But I'm not sure how much bigger the gap will be between me next month and the me now..."

"Senior, I'm feeling a little uneasy."

"Why are you so uneasy?" Hera rested her chin on her hand, fiddling with a silver cup in front of her—it was also one of the effects of the Hero's Feast, but it wasn't classified as food.

“I don’t know either. Maybe… it’s just too fast.” Wu Chen rubbed his temples. “From the time I started using magic until now, I haven’t even had a month… I feel like this is a bit abnormal…”

“But that’s normal.” A faint light flowed from Hera’s fingertips, and silently, silver turned into gold, while the Heroes’ Feast remained unaffected.

"Huh?" Wu Chen blinked. "Going from zero to elite mid-level wizard in a month...is that normal?"

The next moment, the golden cup in Hera's hand transformed again, becoming a crystal inlaid with gemstones.

"Academically speaking, there are no insurmountable barriers between apprentices and beginners, or between beginners and intermediates, that can't be overcome with potions. As long as a sufficiently intense training ground is prepared, even the worst talent can digest the potion residue in less than seven days. The corresponding spell structures can also be encapsulated using special methods, allowing a novice spellcaster to master a number of spells that meet the advancement standards in a very short time."

She set down the crystal goblet, which, the instant it touched the table, took on the structure of a pitcher. Fragrant liquid filled it, the very wine of the heroes' feast.

"Without consuming precious resources that cannot be quickly replicated, and without diminishing the target's potential, I can train an elite mid-level wizard capable of using the Incinerate Fireball spell from scratch in as little as fifteen days. Of course, this quick-made product will definitely be weaker than you, but on paper, her stats will be on par with yours."

Wu Chen blinked.

He was about to retort when he saw hundreds of different alchemical ingredients gather under the guidance of his mind, being blended, concentrated, and transformed in the alchemical fire. In just a moment, four bottles of alchemical potions of different strengths and specifications appeared before his eyes.

One potion turns a Muggle into an apprentice, another into a beginner, and the remaining two are exactly the same as the two that Wu Chen drank not long ago and just now.

She could indeed do it, and she had compressed and encapsulated magical knowledge and spell models more than once, then directly implanted them into Wu Chen's mind. So…

A thought floated into Wu Chen's mind.

[I'm just making a fuss over nothing.]

His face suddenly felt hot. He had always thought that he was much better than everyone else in the world.

“You are indeed stronger than most people,” Hera said with a smile. “Forced growth is not a normal practice. But even by the academy average, it takes an apprentice about six to eight months to go from the basics to the advanced level of an intermediate wizard. Of course, before that, the apprentice may have taken several years of academic courses. But considering that your academic achievements are basically zero, you are not much stronger than the average.”

“You are special, but your specialness does not lie in your magical talent. The magic system of Mondas has been updated and transformed over thousands of years. Many obstacles that were difficult for predecessors to overcome have been solved safely and conveniently by successors. Therefore, you do not need to worry, you have not taken too fast a step.”

“But why haven’t I seen many capable wizards, or even warriors, on my way to Windhelm?” Hera waved her hand, moving the potions away. “A magnificent era is about to begin, and before that, all things will lie dormant in the dust—only when the peace is broken, and disaster and destruction threaten everyone’s safety and destiny, will those with potential rise up to prove and practice their own path. In other words, only when the world needs to be saved will someone want to become a savior.”

"You should be very familiar with this situation, shouldn't you?"

Wu Chen's eye twitched.

He raised his hand, covered his face, and rubbed it vigorously. Only when he lowered his hand did he finally exhale.

"Senior." His voice regained its composure, no longer sounding lost and unsteady. "You've really hurt me."

“But it’s very effective,” Hera smiled. “You’re not on the wrong path. In Nirn, mediocre people may waste decades, but geniuses can indeed achieve more in a few dozen days. You do have considerable talent in the field of magic, but there’s no need to worry. Your path to growth doesn’t need any extra corrections.”

"Or do you need me to give you a blow, to let you know that you're not as outstanding as you thought?"

Wu Chen waved his hand. He didn't care at all whether it took Hera weeks, days, or hours to go from zero to his current level of power. However, a question did arise in his mind.

It is said that Hera has not yet embarked on the path to becoming a great mage?
In other words, she is currently only at the pinnacle of a high-level wizard. In the context of the Ainz Ooal Gown universe, that's around level 69?
"Senior sister..."

"The time isn't right yet." The witch before me was exceptionally skilled at mind reading and quick-response. "I have my reasons for staying in this position. You'll understand when you become a high-ranking wizard. Hmm... perhaps you already know the answer. You just haven't seen your own question yet."

riddle.

But Wu Chen seemed to have realized something.

Not just the future, but also the present. And at this moment, he is no longer lost on the path forward. Although he has not yet found his own Source Theory, at least for now, he knows how to search for it and has no doubts about finding it.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

He then picked up chopsticks from who-knows-where and began to enjoy the hero's feast before him while telling Hera about his experiences in the world of Ainz Ooal Gown—some key details were omitted as they were not important, since Hera enjoyed listening to any novel story.

And this sharing quickly yielded results. When he recounted the story of the three sisters of the Holy Kingdom to the part about the Celestial Transformation Ritual, he saw Hera raise her hand.

"Senior?"

"Hmm, Dust. You still have no clue how to develop your summoning abilities, is that right?"

“Uh…” Wu Chen scratched his head. “I guess I really don’t get along with this field…”

He was indeed difficult to deal with; aside from binding weapons, he basically couldn't learn or use any summoning spells.

“Very well, then I happen to have a solution.” She raised her hand, and an invisible force pulled Wu Chen’s hand, which had been imbued with the Alliance Mark, up into the air. “Did you know? The Alliance Mark has some advanced features. When you become a high-level wizard, you can directly summon your allies, even those located far away, to your side.”

"But before becoming a high-ranking member, they are not powerless to do anything. Because their data records exist within the Alliance Mark."

A wisp of foreign magic seeped into Wu Chen's alliance mark, instantly outlining a complex operation.

And the next moment——

The magic within surged forth.

Accompanied by a swirling vortex of summoning light, three slender humanoid figures suddenly appeared!

The familiar golden and brown hair, the familiar exquisite armor and robes, the familiar holy sword, the familiar golden crown. And those three equally familiar, yet now stiff and indifferent, beautiful faces.

Calja, Quai, and Remedios—these three, no, their summoned projections were directly displayed in this library by Hera, relying on the data information within the Alliance Mark!

“You have quite a discerning palate, Dust.” Hera raised her hand and poked Calja’s soft cheek.

(End of this chapter)