Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 127 The Future Great Alchemists (Third Update, 9,000 words)
The next day, Rean's studies went quite smoothly.

After all, with a teacher of Kuku's caliber providing one-on-one private instruction, and learning what is hailed as the simplest magic missile in the first ring, one might really consider changing careers if things don't go smoothly.

"The first thing to correct is the misconception that magic missiles are guaranteed to hit."

The magic missile seems to be guaranteed to hit, not because of any causal law, but simply because it is a tiny sphere like a bullet, which flies at high speed and can change course, making it virtually impossible for an ordinary person to avoid.

Their focus of study has always been on the "trajectory" of missiles.

The "bullet model" specifically designed for high-speed flight has evolved to the point where it cannot be modified in the slightest.

Therefore, even archmages find it difficult to increase the power of magic missiles.

Forcibly injecting more magic is easy, but if it expands to a certain extent, it loses its spell (bullet) model.

No miracles can happen here with sheer force; if the power increases, the spell becomes useless.

"If it really becomes a missile that flies like a tennis ball, it won't be fast, and its power will be just so-so."

Therefore, mages can only improve the quantity of magical missiles they launch at the same time, but the power remains the same.

In most cases, the choice of magic missiles is to take advantage of their range and speed to interrupt or disrupt the opponent's spellcasting.

Of course, nothing is absolute; some Enchantresses enjoy modifying missiles and transforming them into elemental magic.

Then, by using their expertise and bonuses in elemental magic as a shaper, they indirectly increase the power.

"High Rings have a similar spell, Arcane Missiles Storm, which is a different type of bullet. At that time, the power and quantity were increased."

After studying all morning, Rean felt his progress was encouraging; he was probably not far from mastering the magic missile.

However, it seems that the greatest improvement still lies in the Dragon Word spells.

Based on Rean's current understanding, the greatest practical advantage of Dragon Word spells is their speed and agility in casting.

"Dragon-speech magic doesn't need to worry about casting failure; it can be cast freely even through armor. After all, dragons are mostly heavily armored units."

The more Rean studied, the more certain he became that modern magic and dragon magic not only did not conflict, but could also complement and reinforce each other, especially in the case of a low-level spellcaster, where learning both could lead to mutual understanding and progress.

Kuku didn't have that feeling. He was already a super archmage when he was able to learn dragon language.

Once he was sure Rean had set off on his own, Kuku, being a very busy person, went about his own business.

Sallyman had promised to return to the city within two days, but it seems she'll have to wait until the second day.

The base is quite large, and it will take some time to hollow it out.

Kuku's first task was to thoroughly understand the local Mech technology and apply it to the maintenance of Ophelia. In his view, it would be a great pity if such an ancient Mech that had returned to the human world were to fall into disrepair due to its inability to be maintained.

The remains of those machine races were also reused and transformed into various parts for Ophelia's future use.

Without these components, Ophelia's survival and advancement would be a major problem.

If we miss this opportunity and try to find machine parts again, we might really have to go to another world.

"You'd better learn alchemy yourself, learn to repair and modify yourself. I know you weren't allowed to do this before, but now there's no Creator to do the maintenance for you." Judging from Ophelia's continuous recording, she had taken her teacher's instructions to heart.

Another spellcaster who seized the opportunity to learn from Kuku was none other than Sallyman, whom no one expected.

She wasn't without renowned teachers before; her mentor was a very famous archmage. But her major was still the mind mage, which relied heavily on talent.

Archmages like Kuku, who cultivate both sorcerer and mage skills, are extremely rare. Kuku was even able to guide her in the cultivation of mental power while teaching her to enhance her magic with psychic abilities.

"Little snake woman, you and I are quite compatible, but why did you think of advancing to the 'Medusa' level?"

Not every snake woman has snake hair, and most snake women don't have such an extreme appearance. It's just that Suliman has mastered an ancient evolutionary path, and while it consumes a huge amount of materials, it is indeed very powerful.

This is the standard aristocratic path, so expensive and rare that it's not cost-effective at all, but its ultimate goal and potential are promising.

Unfortunately, it seems that Suliman did not develop it very well.

The snake hair, which possessed a certain degree of self-awareness and independence, was completely used as decoration, and the very hard stone snake skin was also basically never used.

Kuku pondered for a moment and gave her some guidance on the evolutionary path. Being able to acquire "mythical traits" so quickly was enough to prove her potential and evolutionary compatibility, so there was no need to change the path.

However, its development level is too low, and it lacks supporting combat methods. Excellent hardware without supporting software is truly useless.

“You can actually learn melee combat as well, you’re very strong.” Kuku’s suggestion left Sallyman confused.

But to be fair, Medusa has thick skin, can petrify, and has snake-like attacks, so it would be a waste not to engage in melee combat.

Faced with the sincere advice of her mentor, she could only murmur her agreement and go back to give it a try.

Kuku sighed and shook his head; he knew the other party was just going through the motions.

This isn't a question of whether or not to believe in Kuku, but rather that Suliman's status and circumstances prevented her from being prepared to pursue power at all costs.

For someone who lacks nothing, there's really no need to force it.

Kuku was actually more concerned about the Mech Race Ophelia and the Mushroom Man Mushroom.

The former seems to have perfectly integrated with the Lich's Life Box, and its talent as a spellcaster is beyond doubt, as the overflowing soul energy has too many paths to take.

Mushroom Man Mushroom simply combined his mushroom alchemy with his own alchemy skills on his own initiative. Kuku is looking forward to his future with this flexibility and decisiveness.

These two were also destined to embark on the path of alchemy.

One was probably a mechanical alchemist, and the other was definitely a potion alchemist specializing in elixirs. Looking at his two diligent and sincere juniors, Kuku felt somewhat gratified.

Compared to "the stupid self" and "the unenlightened snake," these two are truly diligent, hardworking, and exceptionally talented disciples.

Even during the teaching session, Kuku didn't stop his scavenging, perfectly demonstrating what it means to multitask.

Even so, he spent most of his time teaching.

This isn't really considered neglecting one's duties, after all, Suliman, Ophelia, and Mushroom are all candidates this time.

With the help of the mushroom companions, the task of cleaning up the base went smoothly.

Some of the original artifacts that barely survived the passage of time were discovered, and some books that were not completely weathered were restored as much as possible.

With the help of Purple Rose, all the knowledge that could be recorded was entered into Kuku's notebook.

This ever-heavy "pil of heritage notebooks" has already filled Rean's space bag.

Some of the new records and notes have now been placed in Suliman's bag.

Once things really start to get competitive, time flies by.

Throughout the entire day, the group continued to stay underground, studying and excavating the heritage site.

"No rush, we agreed on two days anyway, and tomorrow is no exception. It's only one day short, nothing serious can happen." Sallyman was also happy to relax. Although she didn't plan to pursue the arduous path of close combat, she could still learn a lot from Kuku.

"Let them wait a little longer."

As the party with the upper hand in the negotiations, Rean was actually not in a hurry.

By giving your negotiating opponent time to rest, you can gain more benefits in subsequent negotiations.

Everyone in the ambassadorial delegation was very satisfied; everyone had gained something from the day.

Larry also earned the honor of slaying the undead.

As for whether the Dark Elves are in a hurry or not, that's none of our business.

Let's set off tomorrow morning.

Finally, at dusk, Rean hosted another barbecue party.

Although even with the partitioned areas, the smoke from the grilling still makes it a bit smoky, it's actually one of the few places in the underground world where you can grill meat.

After all, there's no need to worry about the smell of barbecue attracting demons and monsters from the underworld.

Night fell, marking the third night at Valhalla.

This time, however, there was a rare moment of calm.

It's clear that after last night's refinement, the candidates' attitudes have become more correct.

Kuku didn't undergo any further dream-based training. In such a short time, it wouldn't have gained much; it could only have given it a slight understanding.

The course returned to the first day, and Kuku once again taught in his own clones, which relieved all the candidates.

The dream experience was very rewarding, but the repeated "deaths" were really unpleasant.

Faced with the reopening of the courses, Rean and the other members of the ambassadorial delegation were a bit overwhelmed.

After all, attending classes during the day and then continuing to study in one's dreams at night is really too much of a chore.

The two dark elves were still a bit anxious, but since they didn't point it out directly, they probably weren't in such a hurry.

Those who hadn't finished learning on the first day, and those remaining challenges, were further overcome, and everyone gained a lot that night.

The overly peaceful life made Rean a little uncomfortable.

The delegation completed its integration early the next morning (the Mushroom People had already packed their luggage that night) and began its return to Mosodirka.

On the way back, Suliman was still simulating the scene of seeking an audience with the city lord and the key points of the conversation with Rean.

But soon she realized that her preparations had probably been in vain.

Before even reaching the city, just seeing the city walls, the group was completely bewildered.

"Boom!"

A giant deer, the size of a mountain, kicked the towering city wall to pieces.

Its body was pure white, its hooves trod on the ground, and its white fur fluttered in the wind.

At first glance, it is a beautiful and magnificent beast, as if it has returned from a myth.

But if you look up, that "face" ruins everything.

The grotesquely swollen brain exposed to the air above the neck is terrifying.

Tentacles extending from inside the brain fluttered in the wind along with the white fur, but no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a super demon that had walked out of a nightmare.

"Uh, haven't we only been traveling for two days? If we haven't gone to the wrong city, have we been traveling for a month or so?!"

(End of this chapter)