Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 131 Sorrow and Pain

This old wizard apprentice's spells were primarily a combination of his earliest mastery of the extraordinary spellcasting and gem summoning techniques. Considering he had already been a skilled gem summoner for ten years before entering the wizarding world, this is understandable. Furthermore, his summoning gems were quite unique, likely modified using his acquired extraordinary knowledge and spells after becoming a wizard apprentice.

Ruger noticed Dasoya Star's unusual behavior, and the old drunkard naturally noticed it as well.

But the old wizard's apprentice did not stop what he was doing, and Ruger followed suit, carefully continuing to complete his spell.

Dasaya, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly drifted away into the distance.

She smiled as she downed a bottle of colorful potion and began casting a spell, which was then applied to herself.

Ruger's knowledge couldn't discern what kind of magic she had cast on herself, so he became even more cautious, not daring to get too close. The stench of her skin wasn't enough to make a decisive difference to her, not only because of the intensity of her malice, but also because of her strong endurance, which was incomparable to that of a wild wizard. She had the same feeling as Baant back then, but not as effortlessly as Baant.

As the fireball in Luger's hand whistled out, he felt increasingly uneasy.

The brief exchange had already left her covered in wounds, but she kept protecting her head and other vital areas, looking exhausted. The potion she had just drunk was clearly a recovery potion, and a high-end one at that.

The old wizard's apprentice also fired a fireball, but inside was a burning red rhombus-shaped gem.

Ruger glanced at the old drunkard, who seemed to be a little confused himself.

Ruger's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered a contract spell that he hadn't used in a long time.

Hair removal!
Since malice isn't enough, let's try to provoke them!
To be honest, he didn't practice this contract spell much. Firstly, because his compatibility was high, he only needed to practice occasionally to reach a certain level. Secondly, its usefulness was not great; Ruger didn't even have a beard to shave.

He raised his hand and shouted, unleashing two consecutive hair removal spells. Since the purpose was to provoke her, he naturally wanted her to know who did it, and Dasoya's beautiful hair fell off in response.

Using such a useless spell in a crucial battle is a blatant act of humiliation.

There is really no other explanation.

His outrageous behavior startled even the old drunkard.

Dasoya Starlight clearly hadn't expected him to do such a thing. Her bald and eyebrowless face glared at him angrily before collapsing again. However, she only glared for a moment before laughing again.

"Your spells are quite interesting. Do they only work when they provoke the enemy's anger?" She rose to her feet, her leg, which had been frozen at the knee, now broken by the old drunkard.

After she managed to get up, she was in much worse shape than before. It was clear that even if she could put aside her anger, she couldn't control the unintentional malice in her heart.

An invisible pain was tormenting her.

Taking advantage of her being controlled by Lugh's magic, the two unleashed a barrage of spells upon her, causing blood to splatter and bones to fly everywhere, but they were unable to completely finish her off. She seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of healing potions, and these were clearly not ordinary ones. During this time, she also managed to cast several spells, all of which were cast on herself.

Dasoya was instantly sent flying into the air, tumbling and flying like a rag doll, being struck by magic.

But she always manages to protect herself at the last minute and withstand a fatal blow.

Ruger's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He really wanted to use Big Fool's heavy hammer to rush over and smash this strange torment to pieces. He knew the situation was very strange, but he still couldn't come to a conclusion. It was torturing the patience of both of them. However, when he saw that the old drunkard was just walking around nearby and always kept a safe distance, he could only hold back.

Pain and smiles bloomed simultaneously on Dasoya's face.

Ruger's mental energy was already more than half depleted, something that had never happened before. It's important to remember that although he hadn't completed his fourth magic mark, his mental energy level had already reached the qualifying standard for a fourth-level wizard apprentice. At this moment, he realized that the old drunkard's combined casting method was extremely efficient in conserving mental energy.

The old wizard apprentice suddenly turned and rushed towards the glowing, strangely shaped structure, as if all his previous actions were merely to force Dasoya Star away. "You hold them off, I'll disrupt her ascension ritual. Her true form is definitely down there—"

As the old drunkard spoke, he used the gemstone to break open a hidden door and jumped down.

The old fellow had been casting spells while wandering around that area; apparently, he was looking for a way in, Ruger thought to himself.

But seeing the old wizard's apprentice's actions, Dasoya did not show the slightest panic.

Ruger knew in his heart that something was wrong.

But the witch apprentice in front of him only focused on protecting her vitals, and her attempts to fight back were perfunctory. She was as slippery as a swimming fish, as if she were an enemy without any fighting spirit. This kind of enemy cannot be dealt with quickly unless the difference in strength between the two sides is too great, or unconventional methods are used.

He drew a short sword and charged forward. This eerie feeling made him restless, as if unknown dangers were always hanging over his head. He had decided to roll the dice and gamble on his luck, hoping that those clever demons wouldn't have time for a brief visit.

“I quite liked your playing, I never expected it to turn out like this,” he said.

"Sign that contract, and I can still play for you when I have time."

Despite having only one leg and a missing arm, standing on the back of a pulling force, the pale-faced Dasoya Fanxing still managed to laugh, and it was a genuine laugh from the bottom of her heart.

Ta-la--

As Luger charges forward, the dice land and roll forward with the momentum of his charge.

It stopped at four o'clock.

Dasoya Fanxing's smile faltered, her expression changed slightly, but before she could say anything, she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

She laughed so hard that blood gushed from the corners of her mouth and nostrils, as well as from the wounds on her body.

Ruger had already picked up the dice and come to her, raising his sword high. Since she could always resist magic, he would do the simplest and most direct thing, which was also the kind of physical labor that the old drunkard despised.

"don't want--"

Bang! A gray gem struck the raised sword blade.

The old wizard's apprentice scrambled out of the hidden door in a disheveled state.

“We can’t kill her. She’s using our power to complete the ritual, sacrificing her body in pain and sorrow,” the old drunkard gasped. “She’s not lying; this really is her true form.”

Ruger stared at him blankly, unable to comprehend for a moment that there was such a strange and sinister way for wizards to advance.

“Don’t look at me like that. I don’t know the specifics of the ritual either; it’s just my experience,” the old drunkard said. “I’ve been watching her closely. The more I think about the various spells she cast before, the stranger they seem. Even though they were somewhat disguised, they should have included some things that enhance perception and cause emotional outbursts. She used them on herself to make herself suffer more and to make her emotions fluctuate more violently…”

The Grief Puppet Ascension Ritual requires grief? Is she in grief? Ruger turned to look at her as she laughed maniacally.

Why was she grieving, and where did her grief come from? Was it for her deceased family members, for this soon-to-disappear cavern, for the child who knocked on her door and brought her candy? Or was it for Lorigo, the only one who cared about her?
Ruger felt that perhaps none of these were true. Perhaps she had been living in grief since she was very young, right up to this day, right up to this moment, and she didn't lack any of these things at all.

All she needs to do is grieve for herself.

(End of this chapter)