Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 376 Wizards and Gods

Moreover, these eighteen final runes were not derived from the divine essence of a single god, but from a large number of gods, gods from different domains, gods at different levels, gods of different types, and a large number of divine beings, some born gods and some acquired gods. The wizards found the commonalities among these different divine essences, and then, based on their envisioned path as believers, they selected or modified them to their satisfaction, and finally created the rune culture, thus finalizing these eighteen unique runes.

It can be simplified into something that wizard apprentices can use, allowing them to start their path of faith in wizards from the very beginning.

As Ruger read the notes, he could already imagine how many interesting stories, big or small, earth-shattering or quiet, must have arisen over those eighteen runes.

Of course, this might not be very interesting to the gods.

Most of the wizards who made contributions, or the pioneers who paved the way, even the most powerful ones, are probably no longer in this world. The river of time can take away all traces, but these runes remain, passed down, embodying their efforts, their blood and sweat, and their wisdom, and also telling the story of their strength.

Ruger glanced at the night view outside the window.

He intends to enjoy the fruits of the wisdom of his predecessors tonight.

“Master, merciful master, powerful master, master who is always foolproof, I am ready! I, the number one scraggly one, am the bravest!”

The scruffy creature tried to straighten itself, but the straighter it stood, the more its trembling was exposed.

Luger smiled and pointed.

With a surge of magical energy, Miscellaneous Hair Number One let out a scream.

"what--"

The scraggly number one screamed and collapsed.

The way it trembled was as if it were enduring immense pain.

"That's just a secret mark."

"Ruger said softly."

Although it didn't know what the arcane mark was, Miscellaneous Hair Number One could still sense that something that was supposed to make it display its heroism hadn't even begun yet.

Ruger curled his lip.

He also had to thank Mahama, that big guy. The long and drawn-out beating he had just endured not only exhausted him and gave him a good outlet for his frustration, but also allowed him to complete the inlaying of runes and arcane marks, which would have taken him another two days, in just one day. The planned arrangement of the runes in the correct order, connecting them with his arcane marks, was something he gradually figured out while he was throwing punches. For a considerable period, he was in a state of complete absorption while throwing punches, not even knowing what he was venting. In short, he was subconsciously thinking as he threw punches, and the moment his thoughts were clear after he finished venting, he understood the problem and completed the deduction.

Hearing Luger's words, his brave servant, Mongrel Number One, stopped screaming and stood up.

"Master, I was just, just marveling at the power and beauty of your magic, yes, its beauty. I was captivated by its beauty, a single hair bent under its weight," Mongrel Number One muttered again.

Ruger ignored him; he knew the guy was just trying to relieve his tension by muttering to himself.

Courage is not the same as being fearless.

Another pure arcane mark descended.

Luger smiled as he watched the trembling monstrous figure No. 1, continuously empowering the spell model, with one arcane mark after another landing on No. 1.

Just as the freak No. 1 stopped trembling violently.

Gradually, Luger began to incorporate the runes he had outlined into the falling arcane markings. But theory is just theory, and at first he was very unaccustomed to it. Several of them caused the first scraggly creature to tremble violently. Only when he was able to slowly and better do what was described in the notes did the first scraggly creature's pain stop, though it was still trembling slightly.

But the brave little rascal number one never barked again from beginning to end.

A single, strong hair.

Ruger looked at it with admiration.

When he consulted Kurt, Kurt explained in detail that these runes were embedded in meditation techniques by apprentices of the orthodox faith wizard path. Different meditation techniques applicable to faith wizards had different embedding methods, and the embedding positions and orders were determined by themselves. The gods they created would then carry the power of these runes and resonate with the meditation techniques.

For someone like him who dabbled in the path halfway through life, choosing a sentient being would make it easier to mold into a deity. Of course, they would only be something akin to a god. Even Kurt, a seasoned apprentice of faith, after successfully advancing to become a formal wizard, only elevated the god he created to a false god.

Every ten pure arcane marks, Ruger would sketch in his mind and create an arcane mark with special runes during the spell.

The numerous spells cast and the strange runes created a peculiar atmosphere around Luger and Zamao No. 1.

At first it was just a feeling, but as the number of runes increased, a faint light gradually emanated from the body of the scraggly one, and a straight, slightly trembling hair floated up from the back of his hand.

Luger didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of accidentally blowing away the scraggly No. 1.

If you blew it all the way under the bed, this rudimentary, degraded version of the ascension process would be hilarious.

As if sensing Luger's feelings, the Blood Curse Doll floated to the bedside and spread its arms to block him.

Ruger smiled; he was surrounded by some well-behaved little ones.

Of course, this might only be true for now. As the Blood Curse Doll's spirituality increases, it will gradually shed its current state of being ignorant and curious about everything, and develop more of its own thoughts. However, it will still prioritize its master.

“My brave servant, what are you thinking right now?” Ruge asked softly.

"I, I, I was thinking about how much it hurt, I... I was thinking that I could finally help my master. I was so scared, but I did it. I can be like them now..."

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" spoke haltingly, while trying to straighten his body even more.

Ruger nodded and smiled as he offered some words of encouragement.

"Now, add a sentence to your mind and keep recalling this sentence—'The God of Spiritual Hair loves all spiritual hair in the world.'"

Ruger tried to keep his sentences as short as possible.

The so-called God of Hair was not greedy, or rather, he decided to choose a smaller, more secure starting point. When he was making up and boasting before, he claimed that the God of Hair cared for all hairy creatures in the world, which seemed a bit too ambitious, or rather, that could be considered as an alternative, a direction that the God of Hair might take next. Kurt had also advised him against it in his notes, fearing that he wanted to get rich quick.

Luger, of course, wouldn't be so reckless.

He knew what he wanted, and securing the capacity to bear the burden was his top priority.

Miscellaneous Hair Number One obediently began to silently recite it in his mind, or simply mutter it aloud.

As the arcane markings intertwined with runes continued to fall, a unique aura gradually emerged from its body.

"Ee? Ee-ya?"

Not only Luger, but the Blood Curse Doll beside him also tilted its head, clearly sensing this aura.

It's an aura that isn't particularly powerful, but is certainly of a high caliber.

The scraggly creature began to writhe violently, and its incessant muttering had stopped at some point.

Luger felt a warm sensation emanating from the mental space.

Just like the dishes I ate with Aunt Jenny last time, but this time it was a little different. It wasn't just the increase in mental strength, but also some strange changes that were quietly happening.

“Master,” said the first scraggly hair in a soft voice, trembling, yet carrying a profound sense of grandeur, “I’m in so much pain, but I think I understand now, I feel… their encouragement, their gaze, I hear their voices, they are praising me… This feeling is so good… They have forgiven me, sob sob sob…”

As he spoke, Zamao No. 1 burst into tears.

The last arcane mark, inlaid with strange runes, also fell at this moment.

In an instant, its brilliance shone brightly.

(End of this chapter)