Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 159 Posture and Angle

Meditation seems to be a kind of enjoyment in itself. He has never been exposed to other meditation methods and does not know what it is like for others to meditate. But even in the deep meditation training of exhaustion, he can still be immersed in it. He understands that everything in the outside world, whether it is learning how to make extraordinary potions or interacting with people to understand the world, is essential. If he did not think this way, he was afraid that he would become addicted to meditation and never leave the house. But this is also the truth. There will eventually be a day when his mental strength reaches its limit. At that time, not understanding the world will only make him more confused.

However, being trapped here has helped Ruger clear away all the trivial matters of the outside world, leaving him with nothing to do and no choice in what to eat or drink. He can finally focus solely on the practice of meditation.

Based on the conditions here, Ruger made some adjustments to his meditation practice. After all, the mental energy quietly consumed by the Black Prison still had some impact on deep meditation, and he needed to pay more attention to recovery.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but ever since he put down the spellbook of divine artifacts, he had been meditating incessantly, watching the runes come and go.

Ruger opened his eyes when his stomach started growling loudly.

“You’ve been meditating for five days now. While I was staying in the shop’s backyard, I was out most of the time. Now that I think about it, you probably meditated all day long like this. You’re one of the most hardworking wizard apprentices I’ve ever seen,” Green said, handing over two oval-shaped green fruits and dried meat strips. “This should also be one of the purposes of your bloodline wizards’ transformation. Another very hardworking guy I’ve seen isn’t as hardworking as you, because if he meditated like this for five days straight, he might faint from exhaustion or hunger.”

Ruger was confident that his food and daily necessities far exceeded those of Green, but he still accepted the green fruit and shiny black meat strips offered by Green.

"Lord Ruger's meditation posture is quite peculiar, and it looks very comfortable. You're even smiling while meditating..."

Green picked up a small, blood-red pebble and put it in his mouth.

“As for food, you can eat as much as you want. I have plenty here,” Green said, popping another small stone into his mouth. “And I’ve found that these small stones are more suitable for me. I use them most of the time to fill my stomach. They save time and effort and also help my mental energy recover.”

Upon hearing this, Luger quickly finished eating the green fruit and meat strips, and also picked up a small pebble and tried putting it in his mouth.

"How was that spell? It's the unclassified spell you've been waiting for, although it's not the one you're looking for." Ruger savored the peculiar pebble.

Green's smile changed slightly upon hearing this.

“This one spell alone should be worth the merit of ten spells, enough to make me a formal Seeker of Spells,” Green said. “Spells are indeed difficult. I can learn them, but it will take some time, perhaps longer than I imagined.”

Green ate a few stones himself and piled some of the stones he had collected next to Ruger.

“Learning magic is just the beginning. Although I don’t know what that lord will ask us to do,” Green said, taking out some wine and food and placing them on the stone. “If we want to safely take the magic out, we still need to help him complete that task. Since that lord has high hopes for you, you just need to focus on meditation. I will take care of the small things.”

Ruger smacked his lips, thinking that these two had overestimated him, but the pebbles tasted pretty good.

“With my limited knowledge,” Green said, holding up a small, blood-red pebble, “the fall of higher-level beings has had a wondrous impact on this land, even a transformation. And this pebble is a specialty of this wondrous place. It is something that emerged after the environment was gradually changed by the influence of that Blood Fortress ancestor, reaching a delicate balance and stabilizing. If someone were to break this balance, these pebbles might never appear again.” The two chatted for a while.

Ruger poked his head out and glanced at the large hole. The old man was sitting on a rock, holding an open book and looking down at it. His posture was exactly the same as it had been five days ago.

“He’s always like that. I went to pick up pebbles nearby without disturbing him.” Green sat with his back against the stone wall, raising his arms and putting his hands behind his head.

Ruger glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and then retreated to the most comfortable position for himself.

From the unclaimed Blood City, where blood is regularly paid, to the strange wasteland, to the vampires of Blood Fortress, to this Black Prison, and to the territory of the unseen infected bloodline.

It seemed that everything in this land was strange, or perhaps his knowledge was too shallow; the world of wizards was just like this, there was no normal place.

"Lord Green, during your long journey, have you ever had any strange thoughts about this world?" Ruger, who had been lying there in a daze for a while, suddenly spoke up.

Green, who had already opened the book and was about to get into it, paused and began to think upon hearing this.

“As a traveler, I did have that thought in my first few years of traveling; everything seemed strange,” Green said. “But one time, I stayed at a family’s house, shared a simple but delicious meal, and seeing their smiling faces, it suddenly dawned on me…”

"It is our differences that allow us to see the strange side of this world. For example, here, on the edge of the wasteland, I have seen villages and towns mainly inhabited by ordinary people. They have lived here for generations and greatly admire the people of the City of Burning Blood. In their words, they enjoy the light of the Blood Sun without having to shed blood. According to the legends of the villages, the City of Burning Blood is inhabited by a group of devotees who offer their blood to light up the Blood Sun, and they even worship you as gods. They do not know why the extraordinary people gather there. Perhaps a wizard's failed experiment took decades, and two generations have changed in the village. They feel that they have lived their lives peacefully."

Green finished speaking and looked over with a smile.

"Perhaps, when we become true wizards, or even high-level wizards, we will find this world even stranger, while the things that seem strange now are just ordinary, perfectly normal things..."

Ruger's eyes lit up when he heard Green's words. He nodded and adjusted his lying position to be more comfortable.

This was a new perspective. Just like before in Star City, in the eyes of his neighbors, it was just an ordinary day, but it was enough to make his heart pound and let him witness many unforgettable things. Ruger even felt that the matter was not over yet.

After relaxing his mind by alternating between daydreaming and random thoughts, Luger looked at Green beside him, who was already immersed in learning magic.

After a hearty meal, he began a new round of meditation in the most comfortable lying position. At least until he reached his limit, everything was wonderful, even a pleasant time.

(End of this chapter)