Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 385 Witnessing and Transformation

Zamao No. 1 looked around, then was stopped by Luger's hand. It immediately became obedient and focused on eating the snacks on the plate. After finishing, it stopped looking around and running around and just waited by the plate.

In the empty, dark hall, only the panting of the short demon could be heard for a moment.

Click!

The peculiar little demon tore off two fingers with his nails, and amidst the dripping sound of blood, threw the severed fingers into the plate.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and suddenly noticed a gaze filled with emotion; the two men on either side of him were both staring at him.

The diminutive demon cast a fierce and sinister gaze.

Kurt smiled and nodded slowly at him, then pointed to the table.

Ruger paused for a moment, then did what Kurt had always done with the table: he raised his hand and tapped it lightly twice with his fingers.

when! when!
The murky light that had been hanging in the balance fell upon the demon's plate the moment the sound appeared.

At the same time, the severed fingers also disappeared.

Luger found it amusing and looked at Kurt, who, seeing him looking over, nodded slightly again, seemingly praising him for doing a good job.

As the diminutive demon finished his meal, the broken god of sorrow began to tug at the heartstrings once more.

Ruger noticed that in the instant the god of sorrow made his move, there was a hint of fear in the strange, diminutive demon's expression, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a surge of desire and excitement.

Another dish was created, and at the same time, the eyes of the God of Sorrow, forever filled with tears, disappeared.

The ball of light split into three.

Zamao No. 1 lay silently eating by the plate, while Luger ignored it.

The diminutive demon, panting heavily, broke off two more toes and placed them back on the plate with a thud.

Ruger looked at Kurt, who was smiling and slowly shaking his head.

The strange demon glared at Luger, then stared angrily at Kurt, who was facing it from a distance, where the long table was bent.

But it only persisted for a short while before its gaze was drawn to the largest and most murky ball of light.

The demon cursed in a slang term, gouged out one of his own eyes, and threw it into the dish.

This time, Kurt finally nodded.

Luger smiled and tapped the table lightly.

Therefore, he was indeed not the most distinguished guest. In terms of both the amount of food served and the level of importance, this peculiar little devil was the most important guest at the banquet.

Luger's expression changed drastically as he looked at the mangled body of the God of Sorrow, and he turned to look at Kurt.

Kurt responded with a smile.

The eyeball that the demon had just thrown onto the plate now appeared in the eye socket of the god of sorrow.

Luger looked again at the hands and feet of the God of Sorrow, but the demonic fingers and toes were not present on the God of Sorrow.

Starting with those black eyes, the illusory god seemed to gain some sense of reality.

The short demon had clearly noticed this as well, and his expression turned very unfriendly.

But as soon as the next dish appears, it changes its tune in an instant, as if it becomes more and more addicted to each dish as it is enjoyed.

It is conscious, it is fully aware of all this, and at the same time, it is powerless to resist, and fully aware that it cannot resist.

Miscellaneous Hair Number One let out a burp that shouldn't have happened.

As dish after dish appeared, it finally got a little full. As a witness, apart from the initial appetizer which was almost evenly divided, it could only get a little bit each time afterward, but it seemed that even the No. 1 rag doll couldn't eat anymore.

"Master, I'm still okay..."

"Zha Mao No. 1 is lying on the edge of the plate with his fur drooping," he said.

Ruger didn't reply. The God of Sorrow before him had changed drastically. Most of his twisted and painful limbs had disappeared, leaving only a face full of pity and eyes that kept weeping. One eyeball was as black as the demon's eyes before, half-open and half-closed, shedding tears. The other eye socket was empty, the eyelid drooping slightly, from which flowed blood tears mixed with blood.

At this moment, the god of grief was twisting his body, as if trying to break himself, tearing at his own chest, and the pounding of his heart was becoming increasingly deafening.

A large, indistinct mass appeared, and the twisting chest of the God of Grief deflated.

The indistinct ball of light pulsed like a heart.

The moment this special ball of light appeared, the diminutive demon felt both fear and excitement.

Ruger examined it. The missing fingers and toes of this strange creature didn't seem to matter much, and they were even growing back now, though they were still very immature, like smaller toes. But as it continued to peel itself away, its aura gradually diminished. Even if the fingers and toes grew back, it wouldn't make a difference. Moreover, the missing eyeballs were still empty, obviously not as easy to recover as the toes.

Kurt's demeanor suddenly changed. His previously rising momentum plummeted the moment the God of Sorrow's chest was hollowed out.

According to Ruger, Kurt was almost falling below the level of a fifth-level wizard apprentice, looking quite weak.

This puzzled him. His relationship with Zamao No. 1 was similar to that of Kurt and this created god of sorrow, but in his perception, even if Zamao No. 1 was injured, he would never become weak.

Perhaps this is the path Kurt chose, and he naturally wouldn't tell others about his uniqueness; it might also be related to this strange dinner ceremony.

The demon was breathing heavily, his hands gripping the table, staring intently at the flickering light.

The ball of light split into three again.

Kurt's condition improved after he accepted his share.

Miscellaneous Hair Number One also climbed to the edge of the plate and began to eat.

The diminutive demon stared wide-eyed at the pulsating, murky mass before him, his empty eye sockets practically bleeding.

It looked at itself, its expression shifting with grief. Naturally, it was constantly changing as well. Looking left and right, it realized it had nothing left to throw away. It still had one curved horn on its head, no longer had its spiked tail, and only one lone wing on its back. The key was that even if it put these things down, it might not get what it wanted. Unconsciously, it had adapted to this situation and accepted this strange exchange.

The strange, diminutive demon let out a painful cry.

It dug out its own heart.

The diminutive demon did not die. With a gentle flip of its hand, the beating demon heart fell into the plate with a muffled thud.

Kurt's eyes shone brighter than ever before.

Ruger looked over and nodded in acknowledgment immediately.

As Luger gently tapped the table.

The ball of light in front of the demon began to slowly descend.

Boom!Boom!
Luger raised an eyebrow.

Within the withered chest of the god of sorrow, a faint heartbeat could still be heard, while the demon's heart was still in the dish, and the ball of light had not yet fallen.

"As long as one's mind is steadfast and one's faith is singular, the joy will never disappear; it will rise again. Faith and ideals are endless seeds..."

Kurt, who had remained silent throughout the entire dinner, smiled and spoke.

At the same time, the ball of light fell, and the bleeding dwarf demon began to feast on it. The demon's heart disappeared into the plate, and the God of Sorrow's chest instantly calmed down.

Under Ruger's watchful gaze, the newly born Heart of Joy began to merge with the demonic heart.

Kurt's aura began to rise steadily, like that of a god of sorrow.

"Thank you for the good fortune you've brought me, Lord Ruger... This is the best choice. While the aura of sorrow is loved by all demons, there is one type of demon that is most obsessed with it. They take pleasure in the sorrow of other beings, just as different wizards choose different paths. This kind of demon who loves the aura of sorrow may have a particularly corrupt heart. I will take the part of it that feeds on sorrow and merge it with my own heart of pleasure. From now on, my god of sorrow will not be so twisted and corrupt..."

Kurt spoke softly, as if he could see a large amount of purer faith power flowing towards him in the near future.

This guy has been boasting about feeding on grief, but is he always suffering from indigestion?
Luger was lost in thought, only paying a third of his attention to Kurt's words. He was more focused on the changes in Kurt's body. The transformation of his life had already begun quietly with its rising momentum. From spiritual power to vitality, he was about to cross the invisible boundary that countless people pursued throughout their lives.

The transformation from a first-circle wizard to a second-circle wizard is not as dramatic. Becoming a full-fledged wizard from an apprentice is more like transforming from an ordinary creature into a truly extraordinary being.

(End of this chapter)