Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 345 Knots and Excellence
Ruger wasn't surprised by what this bastard said. In fact, he had suspected it a long time ago. After all, according to what the first scraggly hair had said, those hairs that had just developed a faint spirituality exhausted their own faint spirituality when they tried to wake him up. Only he survived, which was very suspicious. However, Ruger had only thought that this slippery guy was being lazy at the time.

Those hairy creatures that are in the early stages of their development and whose spirituality is unstable will die once they exhaust their spirituality. They will give up their hard-won intelligence and become an ordinary hair again. This situation is irreversible, so Miscellaneous Hair Number One is very afraid that even if these hairy creatures regain intelligence in the future, they will no longer be the same as before.

However, this also shows that the current "Miscellaneous Hair No. 1" and the former "Miscellaneous Hair No. 2" were originally a miscellaneous hair with many ideas and remarkable intelligence, a hair that was blessed by the spirit.

What Luger regrets is the original, true Number One, the little guy who disappeared from this world without ever having a formal interaction with him. Perhaps that guy was also quite intelligent, but his personality was very different from the current Number One, which is why he stood up when Luger was in danger, organizing those weak little brothers to try to save his master.

So, this guy actually took credit for something, Luger thought to himself.

But now is not the time to talk about these things.

As he was thinking this, he also looked around. It seemed that the crying of "Scrap Hair Number One" had not caused any bad changes.

Or is this negative change affecting the first misfit?

He's been here long enough. This is all so inexplicable. When is the best time to end this?
Ruger's heart stirred, and he calmed down the Blood Curse Doll that had just emerged. He had originally ordered the Blood Curse Doll to subdue the madness of the first scrambled hair, but now he changed his mind. Since it hadn't caused any changes, he might as well focus on observing the first scrambled hair and use it as a signal for him to leave. When the first scrambled hair couldn't hold on any longer, or when there were other bad changes, he would turn around, push open the door, and walk out.

Is the reason why the first scrambled hair has only become like this now because it is more powerful than those wizard apprentices?

This is obviously impossible.

At the same time, there was also the Blood Curse Doll, which was fast asleep before being commanded and was completely unaffected.

Perhaps the answer lies here.

Is it related to mental strength? Is it related to the simplicity of the heart? Is it related to inner shadows, that is, to an insurmountable mental illness?

Overall, the Blood Curse Doll's intelligence is currently inferior to that of the Hairy Doll No. 1. Its mind is much simpler than that of the Hairy Doll No. 1. Furthermore, the Hairy Doll No. 1 has always been hiding such a secret in its heart, which can be considered a knot in its heart that it has nowhere to confide in.

This bastard wants to become a fairy. In various legends, fairies must be pure of heart to succeed. Some spiritual beings will naturally become strange fairies one day because they are beings that suddenly gain intelligence, so their minds are relatively simple.

Zamao No. 1 also knew about these things, so this was a double knot in his heart, like a thorn stuck in his throat. He was in pain because he hadn't contributed in the first place, and at the same time, being slightly smarter, he also realized that he could not become the fairy he dreamed of. This formed a nested knot in his heart.

In general, these guys, like the first one, are relatively intelligent compared to the Blood Curse Doll, but they are not mentally complex at heart.

It may have more desires, but they are all relatively simple and straightforward.

Just like the initial fear of death, but knowing that it was wrong, the struggle of lying, and the pain of being far from one's dreams, this strange place amplifies the pain in one's heart, and one can't help but cry out.

Ruger then thought of the burly man he had seen on the road, who was sobbing like a child. Perhaps that man was also crying, perhaps because of some unresolved issues from his childhood.

The reason Ruger judged that something in his mind was being amplified was because his previous anxiety had inexplicably intensified several times over.

What kind of place is this?
What exactly is its function?
Ruger rubbed his chin as he soothed the Blood Curse Doll, trying to lull it to sleep.

"Waaaah, my great master, I am a foolish Mao... I understand, I understand many things, I understand that in that dark place, if you get lost there, I won't fare well either... I understand, but I still hesitated. I am loyal, I am your most loyal Mao, but when I shouted with all my might... I felt my spirit being lost... That fear made me unable to think, a great terror. I called myself Mao Number One because I wanted to be as brave as my elder brother... Waaaah..."

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" kept rambling on and on, his voice louder than ever before.

Ruger raised the back of his hand to his eyes and saw a distinctive, upright hair that was trembling incessantly.

He couldn't help but reach out and flick his finger. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but he couldn't very well mess with the other wizard apprentices on the way.

Suddenly, before Luger's raised finger could fall, the scruffy number one began to writhe violently, whimpering and even tying several knots in its fur, making its once smooth fur look lumpy and messy.

Ruger felt that if it were a person, it would be rolling on the ground in agony, clutching its head.

It's been long enough.

He took one last look, then turned and pushed open the door to leave.

He always felt uncomfortable staying there, just standing blankly at the door for the sake of the so-called merit stone.

"What about you?"

It sounded like the voice of that middle-aged wizard.

"I was so bored, so I came out."

Someone nearby answered.

Ruger blinked. The surroundings were shrouded in mist, and only three wizard apprentices, including himself, were present.

And indeed, in front of him was the middle-aged wizard who had appeared several times before.

The middle-aged wizard seemed satisfied with the man's answer, and forced a smile onto his face.

The two wizard apprentices were a young man of average height and appearance, with a slightly handsome air about him, and a short-haired woman in her twenties with a sharp and focused expression and exceptionally bright eyes.

Ruger pursed his lips, as if he were the only one who was special, with his furry appearance.

Everyone is ordinary, but handsome; "ordinary" can also mean "normal."

“Based on the time span, you are third,” the middle-aged wizard said with a smile to Ruger. “But it seems that none of you have given your all. I can sense that, so there’s no need to be modest. Therefore… you are the three best. The rest of the wizard apprentices have already received their rewards and are free to leave.”

As the wizard in front of them spoke, his gaze swept over the three of them.

Ruger listened carefully, while raising his hand to stroke the back of his hand.

Zamao No. 1 has fallen into a deep sleep. It is unknown whether the experience was good or bad for it. It seems that some of its spirituality was lost when it twisted at the last moment, but it also made this simple yet cunning fellow reveal his true feelings. In the long run, it may be a good thing.

"Now, we've reached the final step. We need a wizard apprentice with unwavering will, stable mental strength, a pure heart, and no obvious flaws in her character, to accomplish one thing... to meet a demon..."

The middle-aged wizard said solemnly.

“You are not perfect, but you meet the requirements,” he added immediately.

(End of this chapter)