Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 406 Pioneering and Change
Ruger believed that the modification of this spell was not difficult, which may also be related to its own nature. His teacher had preserved its inclusiveness and super adaptability, making it a wonderful spell in itself. Of course, he also had to thank his teacher's notes for making such rapid progress.

Ruger waved his hand, canceling the spell, and then transformed his left hand into a ferocious claw.

Did it take me a long time?

Ruger waved his hand and said casually.

Mahama raised his glass and took a sip, but did not answer Ruge's question.

“My teacher once spoke of a type of person. Most of them did not achieve as much as wizards do today, and their spell diversity may not even be as good as that of low-level wizards. They may even be less proficient in zero-ring spells than wizard apprentices today. But they are worthy of respect and should be remembered by everyone,” Mahama said slowly. “Perhaps Lord Ruger was one of those people. In that ancient and ignorant era, without ascension rituals or potions to aid advancement, he could become a wizard naturally by his own efforts. He was a pioneer of that primitive era.”

Ruger's hand, which reached for the wine glass, trembled uncontrollably.

Perhaps admitting that I was one of the final losers in the trial was a mistake. It should be said that I got lost because of diarrhea and was fortunate enough to be brought back by the wizard who was in charge of the trial.

Ruger did not rush to refute.

Upon further reflection, it seems that that would be even worse.

He finally managed to pick up the glass and took a big gulp.

The drink seemed to have eased some of the mental fatigue. This bottle of wine didn't seem to be from an ordinary tavern, but rather from Mahama's own personal collection.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and took another big gulp.

“My teacher left me a notebook with the corresponding spells, which helped me a lot.”

Ruger decided to say something appropriate anyway.

At the same time, he thought of more things. The spells created by wizards seemed to be related to their own circumstances. For example, there was the case of someone who obtained a scroll of experimental records and had a teacher who was a demon. Another example was the old drunkard who was a gem summoner and often went to drink behind the door with the fairy king. The spell of stinginess was definitely related to the old drunkard's experience.

So, could he also create a spell?

Of course, what he knew about these two had something in common: they both spent a lot of time in the wizard apprenticeship stage. After their mental strength reached its limit, they spent their time researching things that interested them.

"Of course, my teacher also showed me his notes from when he was young."

Mahama reminisced as he drank his wine.

Ruge looked up at Mahama, as if his explanation had backfired.

At the same time, he was also thinking about what kind of inspiration his situation would bring, and whether it was possible to create a spell that had never been seen before, even if it was a small spell with little effect, it would be a very interesting thing.

Moreover, everything requires taking the first step.

Suddenly, Mahama raised his head and looked behind Rug.

Ruger followed that gaze and looked to his side, where a disheveled woman was standing.

"Lord Gillian."

Ruge and Mahama stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Has Lord Zorn not returned?" Gillian asked in a low voice.

As she spoke, her eyes were scanning Luger up and down.

"Lord Zorn... sometimes he only comes back once every two or three days..."

"Mahama said in a deep voice."

Wizard Gillian nodded, glanced at Ruger, and then turned and left.

Luger and his companion watched the wizard walk away respectfully.

He felt that this person's aura was completely different from the last time they met, as if he were a different person. It seemed that he was really under some kind of inexplicable curse.

“Lord Ruger, it is my good fortune to meet you,” Mahama said sincerely. “In truth, I have always known that line in my heart, but I always wanted to surpass my teacher and not disappoint him… I will not be too eager to advance. The difference in talent and the favor of the spirit are only one aspect of a wizard’s achievement. Sticking to one’s own path is also an important quality for success. When you were immersed in magical transformation, I knew you would succeed. While waiting silently, I pondered for a long time… It seems that this is the only thing my teacher ever praised me for.”

Ruger looked at him, and the big man slowly poured himself a drink.

"I almost lost my way and disappointed my teacher. My spell is almost finished being modified. When it is, I will advance... The pursuit of perfection is truly endless..."

As Mahama spoke, he raised his glass to Rug, paused slightly, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Ruger knew that the big guy was provoked, but it wasn't entirely his fault; the guy's problems had been building up for a long time. Of course, the "lostness" that Mahama referred to meant the seemingly endless path he was walking on. Perhaps he originally wanted to continue modifying magic and pushing the limits of his mental power.

The pursuit of teachers seems to have evolved into a kind of fear, a fear of disappointing teachers, a fear of wasting teachers' hard work.

The relentless pursuit of perfection seems to offer a way to escape the fear that follows.

Mahama put down his wine glass and turned to walk back into his room.

Ruger watched his disappearing figure. He had only been rambling on, wanting to eat another meat ring. He just regretted that Mahama hadn't divided the meat ring in two like the others. The golden crust on the last meat ring was just too tempting.

Ruger glanced at the empty hall, then casually glanced at the spectacular sight of something falling from the sky, and headed towards his room.

He had been suppressing his impulse. The real step was to improve the hair removal technique. It was the notes he suddenly obtained that allowed the Demon Body spell to take the lead.

Ruger returned to his room, suppressed his impulses, meditated to restore his spirits, and then replenished his temporary spell slots.

Only then did he calm down and approach the spell model of the hair removal spell.

He had a clear need for the modification of hair removal techniques, which was to enable large-scale, multi-target casting.

During the Witcher Exams, at Sir Waglen's manor, when he represented the great God of Spirit Hair to unleash divine punishment on the impudent, I've always felt a sense of regret, a deep longing for that powerful, overwhelming force, that feeling of instantly turning everyone bald, rather than just casting a spell on one person.

Is this a small matter? You could say so.

But it can also be seen as an important matter, as it is not simply a matter of demonstrating the majesty of the spirit god.

Compared to the transformation of the demon body, this insignificant little modification has a completely different meaning. The demon body was his attempt to make some minor changes at will while maintaining stability. The effect of the transformation would only become clear in subsequent attempts. In other words, there was no clear goal, only a desire to change, but no direction. The hair removal spell is different. This time, he has a clear goal, rather than a random change under the condition that the spell does not collapse.

(End of this chapter)