Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 133 Laughter and Weeping

Twenty-six different parts, large and small, were held up by a force and collided violently in mid-air. Miraculously, instead of producing a deafening roar, it emitted a melodious, rhythmic, and clear sound, like music. A more refined, girlish-shaped puppet was born before Luger and his companion. A peculiar pressure flashed by, a sublimation of life's level, a breakthrough of the soul and spiritual power reaching a certain limit, unintentionally influencing the lower-level creatures nearby.

This puppet's face was no longer as blurry and simple as the previous puppets. Her features were distinct and meticulously crafted, combining the exquisite eyes, noses, and other parts that the previous puppets had possessed. It shimmered with light, and the different colors of metal and strange materials on the puppet's body were all covered up, transforming it into the appearance of ordinary human skin.

She didn't make herself look particularly beautiful; she remained as ordinary as before.

“What did you do! Didn’t I say… protect her?” The old drunkard said to Ruger in a trembling voice, “Just a little bit more, every time, every time I do something I’m just a little bit away from success! We’ve found a solution, we’re almost there.”

Ruger knew he had messed things up, but if he hadn't used the demon dice to restrain her, allowing the lucid Dasoya to command the puppets and letting her run around, the situation would have been even more difficult for the two of them.

So, has this been a successful advancement? An unconventional first-ring wizard? Ruger stared at the puppet floating in mid-air.

Suddenly, the two of them noticed a problem at the same time.

The old wizard apprentice, with his rich experience in advancement, frowned even more deeply.

“The light stones of the underground city don’t seem to have been exhausted…” Rug said.

“Too fast, too fast,” the old drunkard said. “The ascension rites shouldn’t be this quick.”

Ruger suddenly felt the dice he was holding tremble slightly.

A faint blue line was visible, connecting the die in his hand to the puppet in mid-air.

“Look—” Ruger said.

The old drunkard nodded and said, "She'll be waking up soon."

The old wizard apprentice seemed completely oblivious to the line.

Ruger opened his mouth, frowned and pondered. In an instant, he put the demon dice back into the bedroom space. There was no resistance, and the blue line disappeared completely. Then he took the dice out again, and the line was still there.

After thinking for a moment, he used his mental power to connect with his demonic dice and gently tried to touch the line with his finger.

A sudden realization dawned on Luger, and in a daze, he seemed to hear the chuckle of the devil's dice. They were some of the most mysterious things in the world, things that even the strongest could not control—the elusive thread of fate.

Ruger paused, feeling increasingly that these things were not something a mere apprentice like him should touch. After thinking for a moment, he sent the Demon Dice into the bedroom space.

Big Fool and Aiskin had already been sent back to the Abyss bedroom by Luger at the first opportunity.

At this moment, the puppet Dasoya Starlight in the air also opened its eyes.

For a moment, she seemed to feel unfamiliar with this world. She turned her head to look around, then stretched her arms, raised her arms to look at her hands, and with a flick of her fingers, an ordinary wizard's robe appeared and lightly draped over her body. The robe was the most common style among wizard apprentices.

Ruger could almost hear the old wizard's apprentice's heartbeat, but it also sounded like his own.

"You...you succeeded?" the old drunkard asked softly. The old wizard apprentice's tone was a mixture of fear and joy, with a deep envy in the final syllable. After speaking, he stared intently at the puppet in mid-air.

Dasoya Fanxing, however, looked at Luger first.

“My dear neighbor, although your mysterious and inexplicable power helped me, even saving Star City a large portion of its light stone consumption,” she said slowly, looking at Ruger, “it’s a good ending, beyond anything I anticipated. Life is always full of surprises, and even the Underground City was preserved. But to make this ending even more perfect, I still have to kill you all, to draw the most perfect conclusion to this story, and to end this matter in a way that is far more perfect than I imagined…”

Ruger looked up and met her gaze for just one glance, and instantly burst into tears, an indescribable heartbreak tearing him apart.

He felt as if he was about to suffocate.

Dasoya Starlight was already looking at the old wizard apprentice, and in an instant, the old wizard apprentice had also knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. When Ruger saw his face again, the old wizard apprentice, who loved to drink, had his eyes rolled back, and began to shed bloody tears. His exaggeratedly wide-open mouth was like a silent wail, as if he was about to die of grief, and his previously youthful appearance was rapidly fading back.

Am I really going to die? Should I hide in the abyss bedroom space?

He gritted his teeth and persevered. He hadn't decisively gone inside before because he didn't know if Dasoya Fanxing, who was laughing wildly at the time, remembered the spatial gate, or if she could perceive more things after becoming a formal wizard. Secondly, when he touched that mysterious, unbreakable thread of fate, he inexplicably felt that he wouldn't die today. That feeling was similar to the feeling he had when touched by the spiritual light, or even clearer.

In just a few breaths, the old wizard apprentice was already kneeling on the ground, barely breathing, with blood flowing from his seven orifices, forming a pool on the ground that completely enveloped his kneeling figure.

Is this old guy about to die?
Ruger's mind raced.

Are formal wizards really this powerful? Logically speaking, Dasoya Starlight has just completed her ascension ceremony and hasn't had time to study the extraordinary knowledge that only formal wizards can access, let alone learn those first-level spells. But with just a glance, she can kill a fifth-level wizard apprentice.

Ruger thought of the golems that could be used to cast the Fireball spell. Perhaps the Grief Golem Ascension Ritual, when she became the Grief Golem, also solidified a first-circle spell. So it wasn't just a casual glance; even a formal wizard's gaze wouldn't be so exaggerated.

This spell should also be related to the grief in the recipient's heart. Although Ruger was also lying on the ground, he was pretending. He still had time to try to analyze the other party's spell. Although he was crying so hard that he seemed to be suffocating, with snot and tears streaming down his face, as the person who was affected by the spell first, he was actually not as badly affected as the old drunkard.

The old wizard's apprentice's lifelong regrets and resentments, along with all the unforgettable experiences, all transformed into thorns and sharp blades aimed at him under this spell.

Ruger took out the devil dice again.

He really didn't want to use it again, didn't want to rely on such a thing like the previous owners of the dice. He had already decided to try to stay in the lower-level apprentice circle as much as possible in the future, and try to stay away from things that were beyond his ability.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly realized that his various promises made made him sound more like a gambler.

But is this die really useful now?

Where is the hope?

"Dasoya!"

Thrown away at a distance, Lorigo Star, bleeding from his head, suddenly stepped forward and shouted.

(End of this chapter)