Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 176 Life and Power

Big Fool seemed to have finally made his choice. His large hand slowly reached for the Life Warrior Potion. His huge palm and thick fingers could easily crush the small potion bottle with a touch, but at this moment, he seemed to be shrinking back, moving forward and backward with unusually slow movements.

Luger was somewhat surprised by Big Fool's choice.

He thought that Da Shaheng would choose to become a power fighter. Life fighters would accumulate a lot of life force in their bodies and fighter marks on a daily basis, and would have stronger endurance in battle. When injured, the accumulated life force would burst out continuously, and the injury would heal quickly.

As Da Shaheng's hand touched the Life Warrior Potion, Aiskin, who was standing to the side, had already picked up the Power Warrior Potion.

This was somewhat unexpected by Ruger, who had assumed that Aiskin would choose the Swift Warrior's potion.

“Brother Luger, I’ve chosen this one. My heart yearns for greater power.” Aiskin turned to Luger, holding up the potion, and said with a simple, honest smile.

Big Fool finally picked up the Life Fighter Potion.

"You rascal." Luger understood something when he saw the way Big Fool looked.

He couldn't help but tap Big Fool on the head again.

This big, clumsy guy seemed to instinctively feel that the Life Warrior was more suitable for him, but he also felt that his strength would be able to help Luger. Luger told them to follow their hearts and make their choices, which made the big guy hesitate.

Da Sha rubbed his head, grinning foolishly in a daze.

"Brother Luger, are we just going to drink it like this?" Aiskin asked, blinking.

Ruger nodded: "He was thinking about the thirst for power."

Recalling the things Old Lunther said while he was concocting potions, he kept talking as he worked.

Ruger added, "After you drink the potion, lift this stone and jump over it until you're exhausted."

This is a trick used by strength fighters: they can use lifting heavy objects to stimulate their desire for power and increase their belief in that desire. This is why strength fighters are the most successful.

Old Lunser even said that some Beast King Wizards would try to turn their magical pets into power warriors. As for some magical pets that had just been contracted or were naturally stupid and couldn't understand the descriptions, that wasn't a problem. The trick was to stimulate them to bite. Most common magical pets were naturally eager for power. After feeding them the warrior potion, you just needed to give them something to bite hard, and they would likely absorb the potion and condense the warrior mark.

"Don't be afraid. I made these potions myself. I can get more, and I'll also try to get potions for advancing warriors. There will be many more potions in the future," Ruger reassured the two who were a little nervous. "I will find a way to make everyone stronger and have longer lives."

Two tall, dog-headed men sat cross-legged beside him, obediently watching the shortest fellow, both completely believing his words.

Big Fool Heng was the first to drink the Life Fighter Potion.

The blood of the alien dragon has demonstrated amazing regenerative abilities in Da Shaheng, even surpassing those of Aiskin and Luger. Once the mark of the Life Warrior is successfully condensed, the accumulated vitality is indeed astonishing. Perhaps few bloodline modifiers below the level of a first-ring wizard can match him in terms of vitality alone.

However, there is a well-known joke among warriors: in various mercenary groups, life warriors are often more likely to lose their lives than strength warriors, because they are not easy to die.

Old Lenser said that the Power Fighter Potion and the Life Fighter Potion sell much better than other basic fighter potions. One is the Power Fighter Potion, which is most suitable for ordinary people, while the other is the Life Fighter Potion, which has a wider range of uses. Even some old nobles who cannot walk the path of the extraordinary will try to become Life Fighters. They do not use it for fighting, but for health preservation. Once they become Life Fighters, the life force they accumulate in their daily lives will make them less prone to illness and may even slightly increase their lifespan.

Rumble!
Aiskin drank the potion, lifted the stone bed that Ruger had once loved most, and began panting as she spun around, jumped, and bounced in the Abyss bedroom space.

Ruger went to the old recliner and read a book while watching the two kobolds.

On the other side, Da Sha Heng understood the guidance of belief that Lu Ge was talking about in a simpler and more direct way. He directly cut a big wound on his palm, felt the wound healing, and when he saw Lu Ge looking over, he looked up and smiled foolishly in response.

Amidst the rumbling sounds.

Ruger asked, "Why did you choose the Life Warrior?"

Big Fool looked at the wound on his hand, grunted twice, and said, "It's warm. It's warm after eating the fruit, and the dragon blood is warm too. This will be even warmer!"

Luger nodded; as expected, Big Fool Heng hadn't made a random choice.

The familiar recliner, the familiar feeling—Ruger lay on the old recliner and began reading a spellbook.

It was a Lesser Sharpness spell obtained from the apprentice Seeker Green.

Spells named in this way are generally simplified versions of higher-level spells of the same type, except in special cases; they are called "secondary" spells.

Ruger wanted to observe the two kobolds, so he didn't use his artifact magic to read the book.

Reading in a relaxed, normal way can be quite enjoyable. Lesser Sharpness, Zero-ring spell.

Its spellcasting principle is similar to the Light spell; the more mental energy consumed during casting, the more powerful it becomes. However, don't have too high expectations, as it has a relatively low upper limit. If you ask why, please look at its name again: Lesser Sharpening. Even the true Sharpening spell has its limits. In my opinion, the greatest advantage of this spell is that its name directly reflects its effect: it can make the area to which the spell is applied incredibly sharp for a short period.

As the official spell copyist of the Temple of Knowledge, I feel it is necessary for me to include the background of the spell's creation in the book. Although some old-timers object, I am not young anymore, and I believe that doing so will improve the sales of spellbooks. It will also allow those who learn spells to experience the mindset of the spell's creator at the time, which will help them understand the spell, such as the creation of the Sharpening spell.

She was a beautiful witch. It is said that her partner betrayed her, so she decided to give him a surprise and a little lesson. But the guy's body could withstand even magic. His only weakness was his tongue, which was his love of food. Thus, this magic was created, which also created its characteristics. Its magical effects can be attached to the weapon in hand. With practice, it can be applied to the hand, foot, or even the tip of your nose, making the tip of your nose extremely sharp. And originally, it was created just for a passionate kiss.

Ruger looked away from the book. Both Da Shaheng and Aiskin were frozen in place, the difference being that Da Shaheng was sitting there blankly, while Aiskin was standing there with her hands above her head holding a boulder.

Ruger was surprised to sense a faint magical fluctuation emanating from them.

This further confirms the view that many strange and extraordinary paths are traces left by wizards, some created for their vassal followers, and some unintentional byproducts of experiments.

Two different fighter marks slowly formed on Aiskin and Big Shaheng.

The moment the warrior's mark was formed, the two kobolds opened their bright eyes simultaneously, and Aiskin excitedly tossed Luger's stone bed aside.

Hopefully it wasn't broken, Ruger thought.

Aiskin obviously realized what was happening, and carried the stone bed back to Ruger's side, gently placing it down.

"Brother Luger, I'm much stronger now!" Aiskin said excitedly after checking the stone bed.

Big Fool also grunted twice, his fighter mark solidifying in his previously cut palm.

"Belief, the imperfect path of the extraordinary warrior, has been able to endure for two reasons: first, it is quick to achieve and cheap enough in the early stages; second, it is unique enough. Belief is the source of a warrior's power. The more you yearn for it and the more firmly you hold onto your belief, the stronger you become," he said.

Of course, everything has its limits, just like the sharpening technique, Ruger thought.

However, the potential of the Dragonborn kobolds is naturally much higher than that of the mercenary fighters, both in terms of strength and vitality.

The three dog-headed men then frolicked and demonstrated together again.

When Ruger finished his deep meditation and left the Abyss Bedroom, it was almost dawn outside.

A short nap will allow you to enjoy a pleasant breakfast time.

Ruger was in a pretty good mood as he thought about it. As for becoming a fighter, if he had to choose, he would like to become a Swift Fighter. But the need wasn't that strong right now. He could wait until he got more methods for advancing as a fighter. Besides, he was afraid of encountering a sublimation ritual or spell that he liked and that had special requirements, which would be difficult to handle.

Seemingly to make up for yesterday's mistake, Jaxeter once again paid out of his own pocket to make this breakfast more lavish.

But this earned him two eye rolls from old Lenser.

After a meal.

Ruger hummed a little tune as he began to shuttle between old Lunser's cultivation room and the small refining room.

A fulfilling life will bring joy to a kobold.

"Go and call Jaxet over. You can watch the shop for a while in his place," old Lenser said sullenly.

"Okay uncle."

Ruger hummed a little tune as he walked downstairs.

Layer upon layer, the small trees passing by seemed to sway and twist in his direction.

He walked with a cheerful pace, taking his time, until he met Jaxet, whose face was gloomy.

He couldn't help but stop humming.

Jaxel, who was minding the shop, stood ramrod straight behind the counter, his face terribly grim.

A tall, slender young customer, dressed elegantly as if in a formal gown, stood before Jaxet. The sound of Ruger humming as he descended the stairs made the man turn around. The moment he saw Ruger's features, his eyes turned bloodshot for a fleeting instant, but quickly returned to normal. The smile never left the young man's face; upon seeing Ruger, he nodded in greeting and then casually walked out of the shop.

(End of this chapter)