Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 396 Rise and Fall

For ordinary wizards, the bizarre and varied demons are merely materials they occasionally use, much like the various subterranean beasts ranging from weak to powerful. But for wizards passionate about this field, demons are like fine wine, worth savoring. They don't necessarily research more powerful demon species just because their strength increases. In fact, some high-level wizards will delve into the most inferior lesser demons. As long as they go deep enough, they will still open new doors, discover new things, see more secrets, and even explore areas that even the demons themselves are unaware of.

As Ruger watched the lively little creature nervously wagging its tail, he couldn't help but recall the words his teacher had spoken when he first met the animal, when the teacher was still a human apprentice.

Of course, he couldn't do what a high-ranking wizard could do, but that didn't stop his eyes from shining.

The little devil, with a fierce look on his face, had just slowly steadied himself when, before he could even remove the sticky stuff from his body, he was stared at by Luger and shrank back.

After a while, seeing that Luger did not pounce, it turned around and crawled to grab the remains of the maggots on the ground, stuffing handfuls into its mouth.

Ruger watched with great interest.

Then I looked down at the ground beneath my feet, a strange expanse of land that was healing.

But this so-called healing is not universal; he has seen many cracked lands along the way.

The notes mention that, according to legend, the first demon in the world was born from a river. Could this be related to that river?

Luger was lost in thought.

The scene beneath our feet looked more like a bleeding abyss.

He shook his head and walked towards the little devil.

Demons grow rapidly. In just a short time, the little demon had only picked up some scraps of flesh that other large insects were fighting over, and it was already able to stand firmly. Its slightly hunched back gave people a feeling of power. Although it was not tall, it had already exuded an aura that could awe people, like a ferocious beast.

Hearing footsteps, the little devil, with bits of flesh hanging from the corner of his mouth, abruptly turned his head to look at Ruger.

Besides the ferocity of a wild beast, there was also a glint of intelligence in his eyes.

Ruger smiled.

The little devil was pretending, but he was actually secretly observing Luger while picking up food.

As expected, the fierce threats didn't work, and the little devil turned and ran away.

His hunched back and short legs looked quite comical when he ran.

The little devil took a couple of steps before its feet became unsteady. Although it was a newly born devil, this was not due to its immaturity or new life. The devil's strength had given it the ability to run for a long time. Nor was it cheating; even innate cunning requires strength to support it.

Luger stepped forward with a smile.

He hadn't used the first form of the Foul-Smelling Skin for a long time. Actually, the effect was quite good. It was only because this little devil had good resistance that the spell seemed somewhat weak, and it even appeared as a strange sight of feeding within the Foul-Smelling Skin's range.

Ordinary demons might not be very sensitive to this type of spell, Ruger pondered and memorized.

It may be due to the harsh environment of the abyss.

He strolled after the little devil, watching it slowly collapse, then stepped forward and gently snapped its neck with a cracking sound. In truth, this only restricted the little devil's movement; if left unattended, or even fed something like a vial of blood, it would quickly recover.

The little devil lay there, his eyes still trying to turn, straining to look at Ruger.

Ruger held it by the neck, like carrying an old piece of clothing, and it slumped limply beside his legs as he walked.

He raised his hand and left his arcane mark on the little devil.

According to the notes, low-level demons, when in a relatively weak state and bearing the arcane marks of wizards, will experience less rejection when they arrive in the underground world.

Ruger waved to open the portal and stepped inside.

Sure enough, there wasn't much resistance. Of course, this was also because it was a bedroom space. Although this small village was weak and the thin spatial walls couldn't isolate the powerful underground world, it still had some effect.

Ruger carried the little devil like an old hunter returning to his den.

Ruger deliberately stunned it, not wanting the cunning little thing to see too much of the bedroom space, since there was still a deep abyss rift there, although it was planned that it would not be able to return alive.

“We were born under the loving care of our great master… We share the same spirit… I am your faithful servant, your god… the most spiritual of all the hairs… We must be loving and united. We are just a single hair, but we are not weak… We are full of power…”

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" is facing a group of hairs in the distance, which are sometimes bent and sometimes straight, and is talking excitedly.

The group of furry creatures below also bent their bodies from time to time, joyfully responding to their spirit.

Immediately afterwards, Zamao No. 1 led them in prayer.

Luger observed that after becoming a divine being, Zamao No. 1 had become self-taught, and the blessing of the spirit had allowed it to understand many things.

He suddenly remembered that world of knowledge that he had boldly explored but dared not touch again.

Thinking about it now, it still feels a bit hard to understand. Knowledge is alive. Since it is alive, wouldn't it be a strange creature that is similar to a fairy but not a fairy? All kinds of strange creatures are also a very interesting field, a field full of possibilities. Miscellaneous Hair No. 1 can also be considered a strange creature. It has also undergone the transformation of a divine creature and is now even more imbued with the power of faith.

A bunch of hairs began to emit chaotic spiritual energy fluctuations, which seemed to greatly displease Hair Number One. The God of Spirit Hairs stomped his feet silently.

Gradually, the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy became less chaotic, and a neat pile of hairs stood there, swaying slightly, praying to the upright spirit god.

The high platform where the great spirit god stood was Aiskin's big toe.

Aiskin usually takes off her shoes and puts them aside in the space. Although as a kobold she is more familiar with the feeling of being barefoot, Ruger knows that she still likes those boots. She is just afraid of accidentally damaging them.

"Are they like that normally?"

Luger looked at the big fool who was walking towards him.

Big Fool scratched his head and hummed twice.

"They're quite interesting. Aiskin sleeps there, and it says it's more comfortable there and makes them smarter."

Seeing that Luger wasn't urging him, Da Shaheng scratched his head and slowly spoke after organizing his thoughts.

Luger raised an eyebrow, then slowly relaxed it.

If there's anything special about Aiskin, it's that she's a dreamer, a special dream warrior, made from materials from the Nightmare World, and her awakened abilities are related to dreams.

Could it be that this guy, Miscellaneous Hair Number One, is using the power of the Nightmare World to accelerate the growth of those spirit hairs?
This is good news.

Because the Nightmare World aura that Aiskin can summon is extremely weak, so weak that it is difficult to detect, there is no fear that it will cause any bad things.

Speaking of strange creatures, the Nightmare World can be seen as a bizarre home for them, while the legendary Fairy World is like another side, a gentle paradise for strange creatures with a certain order.

Of course, this is only in comparison to the Nightmare World. Those mischievous little demons are also all kinds of strange and different in nature, so it is a bit ridiculous to call them orderly.

Ruger didn't linger. He stuffed the half-dead demon into the incubation bag and left the bedroom.

This incubation bag is the same old one that was used to house Squeak. Old Lunser's apothecary had a few of them, but unfortunately, that old dog was quick to take them.

Ruger waved his hand and opened the portal.

He felt a shiver run through him as soon as he stepped out.

The bedroom is still the same small bedroom, with the same window and the same closed door.

It was late at night when he put away his notes and entered the bedroom. After spending some time in the bedroom and the abyss, it was already bright outside.

Ruger blinked.

This shivering sensation felt so unfamiliar.

It wasn't just fear; he simply opened the window, flipped over, and jumped out.

A burly man was already standing on the roof, like a sculpture, seemingly unaware of Luger's sudden appearance.

Ruger's gaze was also drawn to the strange phenomenon in the sky.

A hazy, enormous creature is slowly sinking into the endless sea.

Mahama's expression changed slightly, his eyes filled with doubt.

“What is this…” he said in a deep voice.

Mahama gazed into the distance, murmuring to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and looked at the dome. The falling object did not damage the dome; it seemed to have torn through space. A faint sense of familiarity welled up in Ruger's heart. He had had that feeling from the very first moment he saw it.

“This seems to be a fragment of space…” Ruger replied softly to Mahama.

Mahama suddenly turned his head, as if he had made a connection to something.

Just when Ruger thought this big guy with wide eyes was about to raise some questions, he found that the guy's eyes seemed to have already believed his casual judgment.

Mahama took a deep breath and looked again into the distance at the strange sight of the giant object slowly falling.

“If so… then it is a fallen world… no, a fragment of a fallen world that drifted down…” Mahama said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Luger couldn't help but look at the big guy beside him. The source of that trembling feeling was perhaps the underground world beneath his feet.

What is the underground world conveying to these sensitive creatures?

(End of this chapter)