Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 375 God and Mao

Divine Artifacts.

Ruger lay on the bed, holding the notebook Kurt had given him, which he had been reading for days and was now almost worn out. The Blood Curse Doll perched on his forehead, looking curious, but Ruger had already closed his eyes and was slowly immersing himself in the spell. The successful casting of the Divine Object spell led him into another perspective, but it was just an ordinary item, and it hadn't been aged for much time, so it was hard to see any traces worth observing.

As Ruger had predicted, very little could be seen; all that remained was a fog.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

This notebook was indeed newly written by Kurt, and it was written in the blacksmith's shop.

When a writer puts down notes, strong emotional fluctuations may leave traces. But what amazed Ruger was that this god, this wizard apprentice, always seemed to be accompanied by the sound of hammering iron when he was in a hurry. Part of the notes seemed to have been written in his spare time during the day. When the old blacksmith Ethan scolded him, or when he was sent to work, the blacksmith apprentice always managed to leave a trace in the notes.

Ruger opened his eyes, grabbed the Blood Curse Doll, and kneaded it in his hands.

"Ee? Ee-ya!"

The Blood Curse Doll didn't struggle at all; it just tilted its head curiously.

Ruger thought to himself, "I feel safe using my own dog hair, so I'll choose between the Blood Curse Doll and the Mongrel Number One as my emotional anchor."

He was thinking as he fiddled with the Blood Curse Doll.

In the notes, Kurt emphasizes the most severe of the various taboos: Gods and faith are always the path of the wizard, a magnificent staircase trodden by supreme wisdom. A wizard is always a wizard, not a god; never lose your way.

Therefore, all paths of faith in wizards share a common point: the creation of a deity, not the wizard himself. The wizard stands behind the deity, not only to prevent being lost, but also to purify the power of faith through this creation and pass it on to the wizard.

For someone like Luger, who dabbled in the field halfway through, the object he chose served the same purpose.

"Yeah?"

The Blood Curse Doll broke free from Luger's hand and began to glide across his body, through his fur, sometimes leaping up like a surfer, sometimes diving into the thick fur and disappearing without a trace.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, raised his left hand, and held the back of his hand up in front of his eyes.

"My brave servant, do you wish to become a god?"

Ruger muttered in a low voice.

Since the last trial, in that demon's house, it stirred up the hidden knots in the heart of the scraggly creature No. 1. In the end, the creature twisted and screamed as it tied itself into several knots before falling into a deep sleep. But Luger knew that it had already woken up, and even the Blood Curse Doll had come to report it once.

The confession of Miscellaneous Hair Number One seemed endless, even including the fact that he was originally Miscellaneous Hair Number Two. In that strange place of the trial, all of this was revealed under the touch of that knot in his heart.

Therefore, this guy chose to pretend to be asleep after waking up.

Ruger knew that when the Blood Curse Doll secretly reported it, Miscellaneous Hair Number One must have noticed, but he still chose to continue pretending to be asleep.

"My loyal servant must be brave..."

Ruger muttered to himself. “Yes, yes, of course I am, dear master. I am your most loyal and bravest servant. I… I am Number One, or perhaps, perhaps Number Two. I am braver than before. I am no longer who I once was. The only thing that hasn’t changed is my loyalty to you! I’ve thought a lot. As a hair, I’ve discovered many shortcomings. Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you, master. Your nourishing magic has taken good care of me! Look how smooth I am. I mean, my inner self, wise master, you must understand what I mean…”

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" kept talking, and even stood up from the back of his hand, twisting it from side to side.

“What has happened cannot be changed, my faithful servant,” Ruger said with a smile. “The original No. 1 is gone, and now you are the new No. 1. You can accept it with peace of mind. Moreover, they have not completely disappeared. Perhaps some of them are still in the doll, already integrated with the Blood Curse Doll. The Blood Curse Doll is them, and they are also part of the Blood Curse Doll.”

Suddenly, Zamao No. 1 stopped twisting.

Ruger stared at it.

It gradually straightened up and became a straight hair.

"Master, are they not dead?"

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" suddenly said.

Ruger was taken aback. He hadn't expected that all the words of comfort or teasing would be less effective than the last casual remark.

If we consider life and death alone, those creatures that shouted with all their might to save him, exhausting their newly born and unstable spirituality, have indeed died. Even if they were to regain their spirituality, they would not be the same creatures they once were. The creatures that successfully awaken their spirituality are essentially half-fairies, possessing thoughts and self-awareness, and are alive. Therefore, Luger is very grateful for their sacrifice in his heart.

However, if we broaden the scope of the change in life and death and consider the issue of life from a different perspective, they did not completely disappear. Those furs did not only become blood curse dolls, but some of them remained on Luger's body. In that dark place, he wandered unconsciously. At that time, most of the time he was walking while subconsciously casting the Spirit Fur Nourishing Spell. Some of the furs that had successfully awakened their spirits had not yet detached before losing their spirituality due to the shouts. Therefore, they still exist. Their original forms have not completely disappeared, and new life may even be born from those original forms.

"You can bring them back to life, make them gods, not just Mongrel Number One, give them life again..."

Ruger looked at the straight, motionless hair on the back of his hand and spoke slowly.

With his powerful mental strength, he could feel that the straight hair was trembling slightly as he spoke.

"To be able to bravely serve my master, and to give them life again? My great master, you are the best master in the world! La la la! La la, la la!"

The scraggly creature, Number One, wiggled and sang excitedly.

Luger couldn't help but smile, and the Blood Curse Doll popped up beside his head, looking at him curiously.

"Scattered Hair Number One, my loyal servant, this might hurt a little."

Ruger said softly.

"Come on! My master, I am the bravest motley crew number one! The new motley crew number one, I will be braver than it, I will be even braver! I am also motley crew number one." Motley crew number one stopped singing, straightened its body, but its voice trembled slightly as it spoke.

Luger smiled.

Eighteen different runes flashed through his mind one by one.

According to the notes, these eighteen seemingly simple runes have a significant origin and are quite ancient. They have undergone several simplifications and were deciphered by wizards from the divine essence of so-called gods. Among them, some of the high-ranking members of the Supreme Council intervened to dismantle, modify, and transform the rune culture, and further simplified the runes to make them more stable and universally applicable.

(End of this chapter)