Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 411 Birth and Fear

The bedroom space in the abyss is a small but not insignificant experimental corner.

Finally, the day of Demon One's birth arrived. Luger pursed his lips and stood quietly in front of the experimental table. At the same time, the great spirit hair god, Miscellaneous Hair No. 1, was standing on his shoulder. The time of birth was beyond his expectations. In other words, he had not even predicted such a vague number of days as ten to twenty days.

"how do you feel?"

"Ruger said in a low voice."

"Yes, my great master, something is different, but everything is normal. The power of faith has not been interrupted, and I can still sense its spirituality."

"Scratchy Number One" shook his fur and responded seriously.

Ruger nodded. These past few days, holding his heart and witnessing the birth of Spirit Hair Demon No. 1, had given him many new ideas. He also had a new goal for the modification of magic. What he wanted was not some minor changes, but to enhance the strengths of the demon body, so that it could better integrate with other spells. This would also indirectly promote the smooth birth of composite spells in the future. Just like the bizarre and wonderful demons, it has amazing inclusiveness and infectiousness, which is its strength.

As Ruger looked at the pulsating marks on the demon's heart, and saw a spirit-haired demon being born before his eyes, he became even more certain of this.

Demons, these special beings, may exist in very weak individuals, but their deep-seated terror far surpasses that of the equally renowned and diverse dragon race.

Although the dragon race has also created many sub-dragon species, all sorts of strange dragon-like creatures, and even a vine could be a dragon species, their bloodline does not possess the terrifying inclusiveness and aggression of demons. The diversity of the dragon race stems from their power; even the blood of a pure-blooded dragon dripping onto the ground can create a special dragon blood mushroom. As long as that mushroom can withstand the power of the dragon blood during its transformation, it generally makes the creatures affected by it stronger, because the bloodline of the dragon race is inherently powerful and proud. Demons, on the other hand, are different; as long as they can survive, they don't mind becoming vermin in the cracks and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

Ruger watched intently.

Starting a few days ago, various protrusions began to appear on the little devil's heart, like an earthworm wriggling inside, stretching the surface of the devil's heart into twisted scars that looked like characters.

"Master, Master, it's about to be born..."

"Zha Mao No. 1 said somewhat excitedly."

He seemed somewhat eager to meet his first demon follower.

Ruger ignored it and stared straight at the beating heart.

He planned to use this last moment to feel the ugly heart, to feel the birth of this strange demon, and then he could begin to put the inspiration and new knowledge he had accumulated over the days into the modification of magic.

Ruger's form began to change, and several temporary spell slots were instantly cleared.

Only when one is in the state of demonic body can one better resonate with it and better feel and read it.

Seeing his serious expression, Number One immediately quieted down and dared not disturb him any further.

Ruger grasped the imp's heart, feeling its strange beating, and stroked the scars that twisted like strange characters. He slowly inserted his hands into the imp's chest, immersing them in the potion, and a wonderful sensation arose within him.

The devil is like an endless treasure.

For ordinary people, it represents disaster and nightmares.

For wizards specializing in this field, these are walking mines of all shapes and sizes, some foolish, some cunning, and all sorts of strange creatures—an endless vein of ore that can be continuously explored.

The teacher was able to create this zero-ring spell.

With such a high degree of magical affinity, Ruger believed he could better master and modify it.

Ruger felt as if he had experienced the birth of a demon, and in his dazed state, he felt as if he were a little devil.

This was not mentioned in the teacher's experimental notes, and the teacher also did not use his own spiritual hair, this strange thing, to conduct a second experiment, causing the two experiments to complement each other and trigger a wonderful change.

In his notes, the teacher relied primarily on his own hard skills and his knowledge of demons to resonate and interpret. Ruger vaguely heard another vibrant voice.

It was like a heartbeat, but it was different; it was a spiritual pulse, and the rhythm was just like a heartbeat.

A single hair is stretching out.

The stronger the spiritual pulse, the weaker the heartbeat originating from the lesser demon.

Ruger felt this change, and his heart beat with each beat, as if he were experiencing the birth of a demon once again.

Suddenly, after an unknown amount of time, he abruptly opened his eyes.

The demon's heart before them was beating in a strange way, with more of its force coming from the struggle of what was inside.

As Ruger observed this, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have grown a little taller.

It wasn't that his height had increased, but rather that his height under the Demon Body spell had changed significantly, along with some minor changes in other details.

A cracking sound was heard.

The long-standing scars on the demon's heart burst open, and a black spirit hair cautiously peeked out from within.

It first looked at the eager-looking Spirit Hair God, Hairy Number One, then suddenly darted towards Luger, rubbing against Luger's neck and cheeks incessantly.

Luger looked at the scraggly number one.

"The power of faith remains unbroken... but it seems to prefer you, Master... I, I am a failed spirit god... No! That's not it! It's the great Master, the great Master possesses unparalleled charm, irresistible to every single hair! This is not my failure! It's the Master's success..."

As he spoke, "Miscellaneous Hair Number One" straightened his hair again.

Ruger reached out and touched the little guy. The Spirit Hair Demon No. 1 was not stained with a single drop of demon blood. Apart from being black, it had no dirty marks and its black color gave people a beautiful and clear feeling.

"Ee? Ee-ya?"

The Blood Curse Doll, still in the stage of only eating, sleeping, and growing, was awakened by the noisy Demon Number One. It poked its head out from the fur on Luger's shoulder and looked at the black hair curiously.

The demon number one, who was affectionately pressed against Luger's face, suddenly froze.

"Yeah?"

The Blood Curse Doll crawled out more, its hands supporting Luger's shoulders as it leaned its body forward.

Luger smiled slightly, about to say something.

Suddenly, Demon Number One leaped up, flipped itself, and folded itself into the shape of a small flower, which it then placed on the head of the Blood Curse Doll.

It wasn't afraid at all.

Ruger looked at it. As the first spirit hair with the highest spirituality, Miscellaneous Hair Number One naturally had a fear of Blood Curse Dolls.

"uh-huh!"

Sometime during the day, Miscellaneous Hair Number One jumped onto Luger's forehead. It coughed lightly to attract the attention of the Blood Curse Doll, and then emitted a radiance belonging to the God of Spirit Hair.

(End of this chapter)