Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 210 Soup and Roast Meat
Because the book was relatively thin, although finding it took quite a while, Ruger still had plenty of time to flip through it and make a complete copy. Looking at this seemingly real yet unreal thing in his hands, he suddenly felt as if he was bringing something long forgotten back to light.

The Primal Instinct Ascension Ritual allows the ascendant to trace their primal instincts during meditation, thus better unlocking the bloodline abilities of the Bloodline Wizard.

Therefore, this sublimation ritual is mainly designed for bloodline wizards. After successful sublimation, the sublimated person can find a middle ground between rationality and madness, actively pursuing some of the original instincts in their bloodline, accepting them without losing themselves. This can solve a problem for the path of bloodline wizards to a certain extent, but it only makes their minds less affected by bloodline influences. It has no direct effect on the physical collapse caused by bloodline fusion. However, the clarity of mind and the pursuit and acceptance of the bloodline will have a slight indirect impact on the physical collapse.

The ascension ritual, which involves tracing back to primal instincts, is something that requires consistent practice in meditation. The exploration of one's bloodline will also gradually make related abilities and spells more powerful.

Ruger put away the copybook and continued searching on the bookshelf.

This discovery solidified his resolve to remain focused on this area.

He was conflicted. On one hand, he wanted the old woman's experiment to succeed quickly so as not to affect himself, but on the other hand, he hoped that her progress would be slower so that he would have more opportunities to visit this ancient library that seemed both real and unreal.

Suddenly, a book came into his view, with relatively clear words and triangular patterns on its spine.

A collection of poems about dreams and death.

He then hooked the book with his finger and took it in his hand.

The words on the very first page gave him a jolt.

—If I were dead, my obsession would remain. It would be another me, living a different life, seeing the world with different eyes. I don't understand myself, but I understand the one I've never met. It will do everything in its power to become the real me. The jealousy in my heart makes me tremble. All my predictions will come true because I understand myself.

"What a terrible poem," Luger thought to himself.

It looks like it's describing that wrinkled old woman below.

Ruger turned the page and continued reading.

The town of my childhood has become increasingly blurred, for it has become more and more beautiful in my dreams. I linger there, but I will eventually wake up. My unwilling heart tears my consciousness apart. The dark tower belongs to me, and the false beauty belongs to it. I am the one who can never satisfy my mentor, and it is it that makes the town increasingly unfamiliar and blurred. Every time midnight comes, we will become one, so we have never met, but I know it exists.

As a wizard who touches fate, I naturally understand that fate is irreversible, so I must die once, truly die. I envy it, but at this moment I am also grateful for its existence, so that I can complete my plan. It is me and yet not me. Perhaps the string of fate will be plucked from its side.

As long as it exists, I have hope for rebirth.

Having completed all the arrangements, I gazed silently at the strings of fate.

As someone who has touched fate, I should leave the final outcome to fate. I place the book on the bookshelf, letting it travel with my dreams to a place I no longer recognize, and give it to you who sees it. I don't know if that place is still beautiful, but it's no longer the town of my childhood. To the destined one who happens to see this book, I have been waiting for you. It may still be striving. If it makes you unhappy, please show it the image on the spine, let it truly see that it is the key to my rebirth. Similarly, if its efforts succeed, then everything I have will end here.

The power of fate is unpredictable and uncertain. The person I have been waiting for, please do not reveal the existence of this book before fate makes its final decision.

Ruger raised his hand to steady the bookshelf, took a deep breath, and resisted the drowsiness that was rising within him.

On the other side, Leiden was still watching him curiously, not understanding why Ruger was suddenly struggling so hard against sleepiness.

Although he could take the book with him here, Ruger still carefully traced the triangular pattern on the spine. The pattern wasn't complicated, but he traced it with extra care.

In a daze, light and darkness shifted. Ruger returned to the camp, and then the campfire exploded, and Leiden emerged from the flames.

Ruger looked around.

“Don’t worry, once a Nightmare Demon appears in a certain place, it won’t be seen there for a long time,” Leiden said.

After he finished speaking, he started adding fuel to the campfire, making it burn brightly again.

Ruger nodded. Actually, he was checking to see if the black-clad apprentice named Mutress had returned to the camp. Of course, she might have appeared somewhere else, but Ruger was more inclined to believe that she was still chatting with the wrinkled old woman.

Leiden began preparing the food.

The two shared their experiences from the two trips over the campfire.

As expected, what Leiden found were also things related to his advancement to a formal wizard.

Ruger first shared the two books he had copied down related to the sublimation ritual. Leiden's stirring spoon was also a ton. Although he would not use these two sublimation rituals, he could refer to the experiments and debates in them. Moreover, the two unrestricted sublimation rituals were also quite valuable.

Leiden's side involved some exploratory experiments during the promotion process, such as maintaining mental state before promotion and the impact of different states and environments on the success rate of promotion.

Meat began to be roasted around the campfire, and Luger had already noted down everything that interested him.

As for the book with the triangular entanglement symbol on its spine, after some thought, Ruger decided to temporarily follow the book's advice and not mention it to Leiden.

Without the dripping of grease, the campfire crackled much less.

Ruger pondered the symbol of the two intertwined triangles, and for a moment he was also somewhat undecided.

Will following the book's instructions guarantee success? Will the old woman perish? Will the original owner be reborn in the underground world, or will they simply possess the old woman's consciousness? All of this is uncertain, and even if we were to acquire another original owner, it might not be better than the current old woman.
Therefore, Ruger preferred to end this relationship peacefully with the old woman.

Since we're talking about fate, let fate decide this matter.

Looking at the roasted meat and smelling its aroma, Ruger made a decision.

He continued to explore the library, waiting for the old woman's experiment to progress. If things got to the point where he was desperate, he would have no choice but to take the risk. If he could successfully end this encounter, that would be even better.

"The soup is ready too." Leiden lowered his head and put away the notes he had been organizing.

Ruger didn't rush to pick up the bowl; instead, he smiled and accepted the roast meat that Leiden handed him.

He decided to push this boundary of fate a little further forward. If Lord Leiden were to fall into a near-death situation first, then he could also take the risk and try using the triangle symbol.

(End of this chapter)