Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 405 Meat Rings and Inspiration
Before we knew it, it was already dusk outside.

As Ruger ate his dinner with some difficulty, he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the falling object on the horizon, wondering if someone else was also having dinner there—perhaps a final supper shared with the world. He wondered what kind of food was being served and how it was being prepared.

When the first sip of soup entered his mouth, Ruger's brow twitched slightly, but he continued eating.

In the early days after he arrived, he would occasionally wander around the city with Mahama, looking for an edible dinner. From the first meat rings he ate, to the red fish sauce, to this soup made with unidentified black balls, and several other dishes that looked familiar, it seemed that Mahama had probably gone to three different shops to buy these foods.

Such a troublesome move was clearly intentional, and Ruge knew that he and Mahama were both the kind of people who disliked trouble and did not excessively pursue certain things in life.

Ruger could already imagine that the motivation behind this big guy's actions was that stubborn streak.

Although I'm not a picky person, delicious food still makes me happy.

Luger ate heartily.

He felt he had basically recovered and his limbs were becoming more and more flexible.

"Your Excellency Mahama, when do you plan to advance to the rank of wizard?"

As Ruger looked at the last ring of meat on his plate and picked up his fork, he casually remarked.

Sure enough, this question made Mahama pause, and the big man holding the cutlery looked thoughtful.

“An old wizard once told me that pushing the limits too much is not a good choice,” Ruger said with a smile as he put the meat ring on his plate. “It’s called clever folly. What seems like a smart thing becomes foolish when you push it too far.”

The meat rings were indeed delicious. The outer layer was a bit hard from being roasted, and Luger judged that this was the best-cooked one in the dish.

Mahama stared blankly at the disappearing meat ring for a moment, then lowered his head and continued to sip his soup with a spoon, seemingly thinking about Ruger's words.

Ruger smiled. This big guy certainly understood these big principles, and had probably heard them many times in different places and at different times. But a person's state of mind and mood can change, and self-perception can also change in different environments.

"And what about Lord Luger?"

Mahama suddenly stopped the spoon that had been repeating the same action.

Ruger blinked and looked at the big guy.

“I’d like to say that I haven’t reached my true limit yet, but I don’t really care about that kind of thing,” Ruger said with a smile. “Although everyone says that it can increase the success rate of promotion, I have confidence in myself… Of course, out of respect for the probability of promotion in the unseen world, I still need to let things settle down a bit more… Well, for example, the spell modification I’ve been trying out recently, I don’t necessarily have to wait until I have a good result before I can promote…”

Ruger dipped a piece of biscuit in the sauce and put it in his mouth, chewing it vigorously, while expressing his views on the phrase "go with the flow".

“Even the ascension ceremony… although I went to great lengths to prepare it, I don’t necessarily have to use it… if I come across something better, I’ll abandon it…”

Ruger said casually.

Perhaps elsewhere, some people would think Ruger is boasting, spouting unfounded nonsense.

But at this table, which was neither too big nor too small, Mahama listened very attentively. Whether he agreed with Ruge's point of view or not, every detail of his expression showed that he had taken those casual remarks to heart and thought about them seriously. Moreover, he genuinely believed that Ruge had that kind of confidence, as if he thought that was normal.

Ruger patted his stomach; he was already about 70% full.

All I know is that this is already pretty good.

"Your courage and confidence are admirable, but if the spell you are modifying is closely related to your advancement, I still suggest that you make plans for advancement only after you have made good progress to a certain stage or achieved a good result," Mahama advised.

Clearly, Mahama understood what Rug meant, but exaggerated Rug's capriciousness, perhaps because he had too much faith in Rug.

“Of course, that’s just an expression, my brother Mahama. I also like everything to be well-prepared. What I want to emphasize is that no matter how thorough and detailed it is, there must be a limit. It can’t be like annoying mental energy, always infinitely approaching that limit, otherwise people will be trapped.” Ruger said, taking small sips of soup and spouting the great principles he knew.

He can't exactly say that everything originated from just a barbecue ring.

"To talk about magical transformation, actually—"

Ruger paused, a strange feeling washing over him.

He smiled slightly at the bewildered Mahama, placed the spoon on the edge of the plate, and slowly closed his eyes.

Through long-term use, recent study of notes, and reflection and observation of spell models, he seemed to understand them all at once. Perhaps it was also due to the high degree of compatibility. He felt that at a certain moment he understood the little things that make up the spell models.

His mind was so absorbed in the mental space that he didn't even have time to return to his room and grasp that fleeting feeling.

Following that spark of inspiration, his spiritual body arrived before the spell model of the demonic body.

He really seemed to understand them, though not all of them.

Instead of acting rashly, he first constructed a spell model, not the usual empowerment, but a construction from scratch, just like when he first learned it, to once again see those little things that were constructed into spell models, things that were completely different from meditation runes.

After being formed once, the spell model suddenly dissipated, turning into specks of light and disappearing into the mental space.

However, following the feeling in his heart, he began to do it a second and a third time.

It went on until the fifth time.

Ruger's unwavering, focused smile gradually widened.

He grasped that spark of inspiration, truly understood a part of them, and vaguely knew their relationship, their changes, why they were structured the way they were, their mutual influence, and what effect they would have on magic.

That sudden realization in my heart.

That was a feeling ten or a hundred times more enjoyable than the last barbecue ring.

Ruger suddenly felt very tired, but it shouldn't be like this, as he was only building a spell model that he had mastered for a long time.

He stood there in front of the spell model of the demonic body, as if looking at an old friend.

It wasn't the spell he'd mastered the longest, but its exceptional compatibility and extensive use in daily practice and battles had given him a deeper understanding of it, like an old friend.

The modification of spells is ever-changing and the methods are diverse, but they all involve one primary issue: the stability of the spell. The classic structure is the most stable and is also the first consideration for the Temple of Knowledge's first collection version or subsequent updated versions.

The stable structure reduces the difficulty of understanding and casting spells, lowers the failure rate of spell casting, and has the most stable consumption of mental energy, which has benefited many wizard apprentices with average aptitude.

Ruger naturally had to consider this first. He had already seen many things that could be modified. While modifying and verifying whether the effect was as expected, he also considered the stability of the spell model.

But once he actually started, it turned out to be far more complicated than he had imagined. A safe, small change was the first choice, but after that safe small change, a series of chain adjustments had to be made to ensure stability.

Ruger opened his eyes, ignoring the soreness in his forehead, and looked first at his right hand.

A large claw had grown there; the magical modifications and his decent spell proficiency allowed him to apply spells locally, instead of passively affecting his entire body as before. This meant he could cast spells faster and conserve some mental energy. Although this saving might seem insignificant, the change was undeniable.

He suddenly felt a strong gaze with a mental energy fluctuation. Looking up, he saw a big guy holding a wine glass.

(End of this chapter)