Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 378 Master and Believer

Ruger blinked and instantly understood that "Scrap Hair Number One" must be referring to the zero-ring spell, Hair Removal.

Back when he was at Old Lenser's apothecary, he had already researched that hair removal spell was also a spell that imbued hair with spirituality, but unlike the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, it was a brutal and damaging one, designed to remove hair. Hair removal spell was not a spell that brute forcefully pulled out hair, but rather a spell that forcibly imbued hair with spirituality in an instant, causing it to fall off on its own. But in that instant, the hair would be drained dry and lose its own spirituality.

But it must be admitted that in that instant, their spirituality is stimulated to an extremely high level.

"Are you sure, my brave and wise God of the Spirit Hair?"

Ruger said with a smile.

Zamao No. 1 was taken aback for a moment, but it seemed that Luger's praise encouraged it.

"It should be fine, my master. Here, here, and here... these are the most active little guys."

As he spoke, "Scratched Hair Number One" bent over, trying his best to guide Luger.

Ruger raised an eyebrow.

He had been taking good care of his hair for a long time, and he had never stopped using the Spirit Hair Nourishing Technique every day. He had even unconsciously developed the habit of using the Spirit Hair Nourishing Technique when thinking about problems.

But unexpectedly, according to what Miscellaneous Hair Number One said, it seems that there are big differences between those hairy creatures.

"This area, within this range?"

Ruger drew a line on his leg with his finger.

“Even smaller, my master, yes, there…they, yes, those, they…I’m more confident then, my master.”

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One said happily."

Ruger pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

The hair removal spell model was fully activated, and he extended his fingers, precisely controlling it to avoid damaging other hairs.

He was happy to have followers, but he didn't want to become a bald dog yet.

His compatibility with hair removal techniques is very high, and his precise mastery is evident at this moment.

After a magical fluctuation that was almost imperceptible to anyone but himself, a beautiful bald patch appeared on Ruger's leg, clean and neat, with a small tuft of hair drifting slowly to the ground.

The small body of Zamao No. 1 was bent over, as if it were exerting its strength, and a faint light shone around it again.

Suddenly, a noisy chattering sound broke out.

A large amount of hair floated up, clumsily hopping and jumping, and under the light, it came to the side of the scruffy hair number one.

One after another.

Ruger watched from the side, looking at his own legs and then at the frolicking fur.

Zamao No. 1 seized that fleeting opportunity and, combined with the original accumulation of those little guys, maintained their spirituality at a good level, reaching the baseline for successful spiritual awakening. However, it still seemed far less agile than Zamao No. 1, and this was Zamao No. 1 before becoming a god. After all, this guy was originally a genius mole who knew fear and bravery and chose to retreat.

This time, its ability to overcome fear can be considered another transformation.

A single hair drifted to Luger's face and nuzzled his cheek, seemingly quite fond of its owner.

Luger smiled, raised his hand, and teased the little hair.

"Master, I...I tried my best."

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One, or rather, the current God of Spirit Hair," he said somewhat dejectedly, his hair drooping at one end.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and looked down at the floor, where some of his hair was still clearly visible scattered around the bed.

Fortunately, there weren't many.

“There are a total of 530 Spirit Hair believers, and their faith is very devout, my master, but... but the faith power they can provide is very weak.”

After completing the transformation, Zamao No. 1 has learned a lot and has a basic understanding. Those runes, instead of transforming the objects they represent, are more like transforming divine beings and connecting them with the wizard. As a divine being, Zamao No. 1 has naturally come to understand what the power of faith is.

"You have done well, my valiant servant."

Ruger said softly.

Upon hearing this, "Hairy Number One" puffed out his chest, straightening his hair. Luger smiled as he watched everything unfold before him; true faith simply stemmed from choosing the right target.

These spiritual hairs' devotion to the God of Spiritual Hair wasn't solely due to this creature, Miscellaneous Hair Number One. They naturally adored Miscellaneous Hair Number One, and the God of Spiritual Hair also attracted them. Moreover, Miscellaneous Hair Number One shared the same origin as them. But beyond that, there was another crucial reason: Miscellaneous Hair Number One, though called the God of Spiritual Hair, was ultimately just a proxy. Luger was the source of everything, and he was also the master of these hairs, their constant enlightener and nurturer. Strictly speaking, these hairs were once part of his body, only now separating from him to become unique selves, unique and wondrous beings.

The combination of these many reasons made them very devout.

Moreover, their simple thinking makes this piety even more deeply rooted and pure.

“My master, I don’t think I’m ready yet…”

The scruffy-haired number one, who had just straightened his chest, drooped his head again.

Ruger understood that the guy was referring to another piece of fur, the one he had previously mentioned that could be quickly transformed.

"My faithful servant, there is no need for self-reproach. You can rest now. Try to teach them and make them wiser. You are their forerunner, their guide, their brother, and their god. It is your duty to help them have more spirituality and wisdom."

As Ruger spoke, he waved his hand, casting one Spirit Hair Nourishment spell after another, targeting all the furry creatures present, including Miscellaneous Hair Number One and Blood Curse Doll.

All the furry creatures were overjoyed.

The same applies to the Miscellaneous Hair No. 1 and the Blood Curse Doll.

Luger smiled, standing by the bed, casting spells with abandon. This situation, though uncertain of how it would unfold, was almost perfect for someone like him—a homeless man eager to quickly gain a foothold in the world, someone who wanted to explore the path of a faith-based wizard. In Karyu's words, it was the best choice.

Luger paused for a moment.

I didn't realize it before, but after experiencing the Nightmare World and witnessing the birth of Miss Nana, recalling Karyu's gentle smile and the words Karyu often said, I inexplicably felt a sense of destiny.

"Owner?"

"Zha Mao No. 1 called softly."

All the furry creatures gathered around, staring at him in a daze.

Ruger smiled. Each spiritual hair was very faint, but when they came together, one could feel a sense of care and a clear emotional fluctuation emanating from them.

At the same time, Luger can also sense through the connection that Miscellaneous Hair Number One is truly caring for these spiritual hairs.

He used his magic again to appease the many furry people who cared about him.

These little guys are like innocent little imps who haven't grown up yet.

This guy, Zamao No. 1, has now become a divine being. I wonder if he can become a fairy in the future. That has always been his dream. After this incident, his mental flaws have been somewhat repaired. However, he is still a furry creature with many thoughts. Having too much spirituality is not necessarily a good thing. Perhaps his chances of becoming a fairy are far less than those of the ignorant little guys around him.

"Master, I can't hold on much longer..."

Suddenly, Miscellaneous Hair Number One spoke.

The fur floating around Luger was kept afloat by the light bestowed by Miscellaneous Fur Number One; otherwise, it would not have been able to fly. Even Miscellaneous Fur Number One, which was much more spiritual than them, could not do it.

Luger smiled and opened a spatial portal with a wave of his hand.

"Take them inside first and let them get used to the environment. There are two big friends inside. You have to listen to them. They are my family. You have to obey them in everything you do, including things you can't touch and places you can't go near," Ruger said softly.

"Yes, my dear wise master, I like those two big friends very much, and their fur is very nice too."

As Zamao No. 1 spoke, he bent slightly, as if bowing to Ruger.

Luger gently waved his hand, helping them drift into the abyss bedroom space.

He could have carried them with him, but after thinking it over, Ruger decided to keep his beloved followers out of sight for the time being.

Whether it's Wizard Zorn or Lord Kurt, they can easily see through his true nature.

"Ee! Ee-ya?"

In an instant, the once noisy scene was reduced to just the Blood Curse Doll.

It was already late at night when I looked out the window.

Ruger glanced at it, then leaned back and threw himself back onto the bed.

(End of this chapter)