Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 234 Destiny and Spirituality

Ruger smiled, realizing he was perhaps troubled. The golden key, rooted within him, was stirring restlessly—a new use he hadn't considered before. It could detect subtle changes in his own emotions and use them as a warning. Of course, it was also a picky little thing; it wasn't interested in negative emotions like anger. But when you think about it, anger is often accompanied by trouble, while pure sadness or anger is rare. The more he thought about it, the more interesting it became. Perhaps the tangled web of emotions was what made people human, the true embodiment of humanity. The golden key's pickiness in the face of the world's richest feast must be related to that river whose full view he hadn't seen. Ruger thought it should be called the River of Trouble or Confusion.

Is that golden world, that river, somewhere in the spirit world?
Luger leaned against the well, sorting out his thoughts.

More and more interesting things are happening, and what he needs to do is become stronger and stronger along with them.

He composed himself and quickly decided on the second question he wanted to ask.

The second question is simple, yet very important.

He leaned against the well and gazed intently into it.

Guided by his spirit, and following the invisible and intangible guidance, the questions in his heart were cast into the well. With his own spirituality bearing his personal mark, he communicated silently with the well. Naturally, Luger closed his eyes.

When he was a wizarding apprentice, during the first time he solidified a spell in a zero-ring spell slot, he saw a bare tree with a holy aura. It was a pure white tree with five branches, without a single leaf. But later he discovered that it seemed to be a hand, a pure white skeletal hand without flesh or blood.

He had always wanted to know what it was.

Deep down, he always felt that from that time onward, that thing had a strange connection with him.

At the same time, this was also related to his magic; the self-modification of his foul-smelling skin was because he was observing that pure white bone hand. At this moment, he instinctively felt that this question might be too much. After a moment's thought, he tried to express his request to lower the standard when asking the question. The lower standard would naturally be the response that Jing could give. Although this might not get a definite answer, it would be much safer. Even if he got a related hint, it would be better than getting nothing at all.

Well's response did not appear immediately.

Ruger waited expectantly, but as time went by, his heart unconsciously grew more and more anxious; something seemed amiss.

Just when he thought his question had failed, a scene of someone arriving late quietly appeared.

A figure, a familiar figure.

Despite the unclear image, Ruger recognized the person in the picture; it was the very familiar Karyu, or rather, the half-human.

What does this mean? Is that skeletal hand half-human? Or was it killed by a half-human?

In short, there is some connection.

Just as he was thinking this, the scene changed again.

The image of Karyu disappeared, and a new image slowly emerged, seemingly trying to show something different, a different hint, to outline the answer for him. Unfortunately, it was blurry and the image was ultimately difficult to show, and finally vanished into nothingness.

Ruger opened his eyes.

He didn't know whether it was a success or a failure. He even briefly considered that it might be a half-human's real body, but then he felt that things wouldn't be that simple.

After asking that question, he actually felt a little tired.

After meditating and resting for a while, I stood by the well again.

He hesitated slightly, then decided to keep his promise. Actually, this wasn't really helping, since he had already received payment; it was a fair and normal transaction. Moreover, he didn't want to leave the decision of what spells to put into his temporary spell slots to a well. He preferred to let the well advise on strange, inexplicable, or truly perplexing and difficult decisions.

Yes, these are just opinions. For example, regarding guidance on the sublimation ritual, the well itself provides two directions. Therefore, Ruger believes that there must be many more paths for him to take. He marvels at the wonder of the well, but he will not be limited to just those two directions.

Thinking about the last condition or the last step for the rabbit Tuzel to escape, he slowly closed his eyes, his hands gripping the edge of the well.

An old man's silhouette appeared before Ruger's eyes, and he was still moving, seemingly busy with something.

“It seems Tuzel has finally found the last trustworthy young man,” the man, dressed in a wizard’s robe, of ordinary build, seemed to be busy at a table. “I don’t know how much time has passed, but I have a feeling you will succeed, my little bunny… because your lifespan will outlive the complaints of your rabbit mouth…”

The man kept talking to himself as he worked, without turning around.

Ruger was surprised; this time, a sound came from inside.

"I just don't know where I'll be then. This well is quite tempting for those confused young wizard apprentices, so I guess it will be a long time. Only your complaints will keep you company. The rest is up to fate. Some say that the power of the spirit world is connected to fate, but I disagree. Wizards need to imagine, but they also need to be rigorous. The fact that I can seal this small entrance to the spirit world and turn it into a well, letting it slowly heal... is enough to show my understanding of the spirit world. The existence of the little rabbit is also a great piece of evidence."

As the old wizard spoke, he moved his feet, and this time not even a glimpse of his profile could be seen; only his purest back could be seen.

But Ruger noticed his movements and the things on the table, which seemed to be brewing some kind of potion.

"Spirituality, that ethereal spirituality, compared to the capriciousness of fate, I think spirituality is still lovely. At least it won't play tricks on you. Remember, spirituality is spirituality, and it has absolutely nothing to do with the power of fate," the old wizard continued. "The little rabbit is quite lucky. I've given it enough leverage to fight against the tricks of fate. The rest is up to it..."

"I've said so much without realizing it. I'll leave all of this in the well. It's a pity that the rabbit can't see it, but it probably doesn't want to see me either. It always thinks I'm long-winded. According to my calculations, this video should be able to be preserved for a long time, long enough to be useful. Perhaps I'm no longer in this world. You can choose to say some of what I said to it, or you don't have to go through all that trouble... As for the final condition."

The old wizard suddenly stood there, motionless for a long time, letting the reagents on the table bubble and fizz. He slowly raised his head, seemingly lost in some inexplicable thoughts.

The ordinary-looking figure finally moved, but only tapped the table with its fingers, still looking up.

"My little rabbit, I'm happy for your first words, but also annoyed by your incessant chatter... Now all you have to do is... learn to lie once! Then you'll truly be alive! And my experiment will be a success!"

"Good luck, my little bunny, the first experimental creation that helped me pass my apprenticeship assessment. Hmm, that was so long ago, back when your fur was still spotted..."

(End of this chapter)