Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 368 Wizards and False Gods

Guardian? Demon hunter wizard?
Ruger considered the matter for a moment, not that he was particularly worried, after all, on this island, in a yard three streets away, there was a drunkard snoring rudely in a living room chair.

"I won't force it, but I still want to try. My ascension ritual is to simultaneously allow the thing I create to ascend to godhood when I become a formal wizard, becoming a pseudo-god, which would be considered truly stepping into the ranks of the gods... That would be better for me. Although I'm not a genius, I want to go further and see the scenery from higher and farther... They say that when you become a formal wizard, when you reach the third ring of the origin wizard, your perspective on the same spell and on this world will be different..."

Kurt still wore a faint smile, and with his extremely ordinary facial features, his gentle demeanor seemed to show that he took everything lightly. However, his tone revealed an undisguised and highly infectious longing.

Of course, it's also possible that Ruger subconsciously empathized with the situation, which is why he found it so moving.

"Not now, not today, and not tomorrow. I need to prepare some more. I will give you what you need first. You can use this time to try to embark on that path. By the time I advance to become a wizard, you should be basically ready. I believe I can succeed. At that time, I can give you some pure faith power, which will save you a lot of time."

Kurt said, glancing back at the old blacksmith.

Ruger raised an eyebrow.

"Does Your Excellency mean that only by becoming a formal wizard can you bestow the power of faith upon me?" Ruger asked.

Kurt paused for a moment.

“Apprentices cannot casually give their faith power to others. I apologize, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just thought you would know this,” he said, picking up the axe beside him and fiddling with it as if a customer were asking a question. “I think I need to get busy. Old Ethan just took on a big job the day before yesterday. I will give you the notes I’ve compiled, along with a contract. Apprentice Witcher Wizard, if you’ve thought it over, we can finalize the agreement then.”

“Ruger, you can call me Ruger, Mr. Kurt.”

Ruger replied casually.

The man raised an eyebrow.

“Very well, Lord Ruger, I look forward to cooperating with you, especially a true witcher like you. I really can’t talk any longer, old Ethan’s mustache is already twitching.” Kurt said, waving his hand and striding towards the backyard of the blacksmith’s shop.

Ruger looked at that retreating figure and couldn't help but purse his lips.

Another weirdo.

However, the pancakes did taste quite good.

He looked at the people coming and going outside the blacksmith's shop, then slowly stepped out and merged into the crowd.

A small amount of faith power, along with the piece of skin given by the wizard Zorn, was enough to replace the mutated skin of the Evilmouth Demon Fish in the ascension ritual.

Very good, there's still time.

Luger suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, which was the dome of this endless sea.

Just as Kurt said, although it was meant as a joke, it was also true. He still had plenty of time. His bloodline power involved dragons, so his vitality and lifespan would definitely see a significant improvement.

But I don't know when it started, although I didn't reach the point of anxiety, I still felt a sense of urgency.

Luger paused on the bustling street, gazing at the sky. Sadly, there were no clouds. Rain did fall in the Endless Sea, but it seemed that the wizards had inscribed natural magic circles in certain locations on the dome. No magic stones needed to be replaced; everything happened naturally. When the accumulated energy reached a certain level, rain would fall within a specific area, much like the construction of underground cities in other underground regions. Whenever a new sea area was discovered, wizards would appear, including those who would activate new rain points near new islands. It was said to be relatively simple, requiring only a resonance connection with the distant main magic circle from who-knows-how-many years ago.

But one thing is undeniable: the dome here is extremely high, many, many times higher than the one in the City of Burning Blood.

Luger tilted his head back, scrutinizing the indistinct dome and gazing at the distant Tianzhu Mountain.

Desire and eagerness.

It is both from the inside out and from the outside in.

The desire for power and the yearning for advancement in life are intertwined with the inner world, and what we see and hear in the outside world also influences the fluctuations within us.

It was his own insignificance that was urging him forward invisibly.

The person who collects leftover meat late at night and works hard to make delicious flatbreads is insignificant.

The person buying the pancakes is insignificant. The loud-voiced old blacksmith on the street corner is insignificant.

Even a god who is busy being scolded is insignificant.

Listening to the distant, ceaseless roar of the waves, everything on this endless sea seems insignificant. Compared to the boundless knowledge, the mysteries of life, and the long river of destiny and time, this endless sea is equally insignificant.

Perhaps part of what we meditate on day after day comes from this intangible sense of urgency.

This awareness of one's own insignificance.

Luger stood there for a long time.

He stood there from early morning until afternoon.

He moved his feet again; there were still some things he needed to confirm.

He cannot base everything on Kurt.

The so-called consultation will continue.

I should at least consult that big guy Mahama first, and ask him how many merit stones are needed to exchange for a low-level vessel. He should know about something that isn't too obscure.

As for the god of sorrow, it would be best to tell the wizard Zorn what Kurt said.

Kurt is probably a man with few friends here, in this sea area.

However, he will need the assistance of a witcher, whose advancement may involve not only a lack of trustworthy friends but also some demon-related matters.

Ruger took a stroll around, estimated the time when the wizard Zorn would wake up, and strode back to his residence. The wizard was pulling a furry little thing out of his chest and casually wiping the drool that had flowed from his mouth while he was fast asleep.

The little black thing let out a low, trembling cry, and after wiping its drool, it was casually stuffed back into Zorn's chest.

That last long note sounded exactly like the scream of a kobold.

Ruger shivered.

"Looks like you've already made some progress?" Zorn stretched and sat up straight in his chair.

"Yes, sir, and thank you for your reminder and guidance."

Ruger said meticulously that although they may seem similar, guidance does not necessarily include reminders; it all depends on the guide's subjectivity.

He continued, "I have already had a preliminary conversation with His Excellency Kurt, and he said there are two methods—"

"Choose the second option!"

Zorn interrupted Ruger abruptly.

"The first method should be to buy that kind of thing. You don't have enough merit stones... Don't waste time. A long lifespan and wasting time are completely unrelated. Wasting time is wasting time, regardless of whether you have enough time. Besides, learning more things is not a bad thing..."

Zorn the wizard chuckled as he spoke.

Seeing that the wizard was still sitting in his chair watching him, Ruge had an idea and continued speaking.

Perhaps that was what the wizard truly desired, Ruger slowly revealed Kurt's request.

The wizard Zorn looked at him with sparkling eyes.

(End of this chapter)