Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 226 Spells and Exploration

The Lesser Sharpness spell concentrated in his hand had already been somewhat depleted when it shattered the opponent's magical claws, but Ruger still believed he could smash the opponent's face, or even slice off a large part of their head. Since it was a matter of killing, there was no need to hold back. Even a wizarding apprentice with a certain reputation would die if a piece of their head was missing. Every self-proclaimed wizarding apprentice here had their own special skills and unique spells. Similarly, Ruger thought his foul-smelling skin was no less impressive; it was a modification spell derived from seeing the mysterious skeletal giant hand.

At the same time, Ruger also knew that these excellent wizard apprentices were not the most outstanding. Although Vito had not explicitly said so, the casual conversation around the campfire that night revealed a lot of information. This rift was a place unknown to ordinary wizard apprentices and rarely visited by truly top-tier wizard apprentices. Firstly, its opening only once every hundred years meant that many people would not wait for it. Secondly, every time there was a competition for the right to stand by the well and ask questions, it would cause a certain degree of casualties.

The endless sea, the path of the wizarding faith, nightmares and demons—all these things strongly aroused Luger's curiosity. Some say that curiosity and the desire to explore are the most precious qualities of a wizard. Luger not only wanted to explore their territory and see more interesting things, but also wanted to fight them and experience it firsthand.

The words of many people he had met along the way echoed in his mind. He was still that little dog-headed man, but he was no longer that little dog-headed man. The path of a wizard is endless. Old Lenser once said that even those incomprehensible adults who reached the pinnacle of wizardry, those who were beyond the vision of ordinary people, never said that they had reached the pinnacle of wizardry. The path of a wizard is endless. The so-called pinnacle that one looks up to is only the pinnacle in the hearts of many low-level wizards, the pinnacle of their vision.

Ruger felt that his future was endless. After meeting many wizard apprentices here, he never changed his mind. On the contrary, the more he learned, the more determined he became, as there were endless unknowns waiting for him to explore.

Just like the punch he's throwing now, it's all just the beginning; he will become even stronger in the future.

Just a short while ago, he was a furry kobold hiding in a cave, secretly eating insects and lurking in unknown dangers. Now, he can swing his fist at the student of some demon wizard, using the very hand that ate insects back then. His fist is even imbued with Lesser Sharpness. Listen to that beautiful name—Lesser Sharpness. It was a name he could never have imagined when he was still eating insects. A wonderful spell, it is the culmination of the efforts of many wizards. Some created it, some perfected it, some copied it, and some spread it. And he is now one of them, his hand imbued with this spell.

Theoretically speaking, he has rewritten the trajectory of his original kobold fate. He has walked out of that cave, that large cave that is open on three or four sides, out of that fate of lacking food and clothing, having to be bait when hunting, and being bullied by strong kobolds of his own kind. Aiskin no longer has to drool over sharing a piece of stinky roasted meat with him.

His punch wasn't just about breaking the opponent's face or head, nor was it about the chase and being chased in a rabbit game. It was an affirmation of his own strength, a satisfaction of his curiosity, and a response to the desire and excitement in his heart.

With a punch thrown, accompanied by a fleeting glimpse of the second form of his foul-smelling skin, Ruger was brimming with confidence that this punch would surely land.

Even the most powerful wizard apprentice is still just an apprentice. Like that wizard apprentice who used the freezing ray to an astonishing degree, even though his final blow had reached the standard of a first-circle spell, and even had the destructive power comparable to a first-circle spell like Fireball, he still couldn't contend with a first-circle wizard. This is because wizards are not like extraordinary knights; they are never about simple destructive power. Wizards are good at many strange, unpredictable, and unpredictable abilities, and those who don't understand them will never know what happened until they die.

Luger's punch, amplified by numerous spells, was swift and powerful. His thick arm, brimming with demonic energy and wreathed in a sharp luster, was imbued with a demonic aura.

With his highly focused mental energy, the instant his fist made contact with his forehead, he could already feel the change in his opponent's skin, which was torn open.

Then comes hardness, or more accurately, toughness.

The black-robed demon wizard apprentice was sent flying by a punch. Ruger's heart stirred. The spell model he had been empowering since Lesser Sharpness was indeed coming in handy. From the feeling from the fist, the opponent's head began to undergo strange changes the moment it hit, constantly fighting against Lesser Sharpness. Although it was still being cut and shattered, it was obviously not completely resolved.

Many large trees had their branches broken off along the way. Luger pushed off the ground and used his wings to flap and pursue, as if it were an instinct. Although his Nightmare Organs were not yet strong enough, they were already barely usable.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pursued after them while unleashing the stench of their foul skin.

The black-robed demon wizard apprentice's physique also began to change. His originally ordinary height and body, no different from that of an ordinary person, suddenly swelled up. Even clutching his head in pain did not delay his transformation. However, his transformation was short-lived. Although he was slightly taller, he was still not as tall and strong as Luger at this moment. It seemed that that was not the point for him. The biggest change was that his short hair turned into a faintly burning flame, and the aura of a demon gradually intensified.

At this moment, Ruger also saw his face clearly. The black-robed apprentice's forehead and one cheek were broken and collapsed, but now, after his body changed shape, they were healing rapidly.

His originally ordinary appearance now appeared particularly ferocious as he grinned, his grayish-blue skin adding to his menacing look.

The large crater on the upper half of his face, and the ruptured eyeball that was recovering, added to his menacing appearance.

Two wizard apprentices, who looked almost like demons, stared at each other for a moment. One was strong and tall with wings on his back and sharp claws. The other was slightly tall and thin, with half of his head collapsed and strange flames of ever-changing colors burning on his head.

Ruger was surprised; this guy's malice towards him wasn't enough, or rather, it had lessened.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have recovered so quickly.

Why is this happening?

Despite his thoughts, he didn't stop moving. In an instant, he darted to the nearest point, and the miserly technique he had been preparing came crashing down on him.

The silent, subtle magical fluctuations once again made the demon wizard apprentice's eyes flicker; he had previously been controlled by this unknown spell.

Compared to spells like Fireball and Freeze Ray, these minor spells, which have a slight magical fluctuation but no outward appearance, are the most troublesome. Ruger has already used two distinctly different spells of this type: Foul Skin Second Form and Stinginess. Moreover, the magical fluctuations of these two spells are unfamiliar to most wizarding apprentices, including this veteran demon wizard apprentice.

(End of this chapter)