Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 412 Inside and Outside

Ruger stroked his chin, watching the scene with amusement.

Thinking back, ever since Spirit Hair No. 1 stabilized its state and truly adapted to its identity as the Spirit Hair God, it had never seen the Blood Curse Doll again. For various reasons, the two little guys had not met again.

These three little things on his shoulders, each with a different posture, are actually all of the same origin.

Ruger noticed that the scraggly creature number one standing on his head was trembling slightly, still trying its best to radiate its divine brilliance.

"Ee! Ee-ya?"

The Blood Curse Doll was completely captivated by the scraggly number one, forgetting that it had just been interested in the demon number one, which was now transformed into a small black flower and placed on its head.

The shaggy hair on the first man trembled more and more violently, whether it was the fear from the past surging into his heart, or the exhaustion of maintaining the divine radiance.

Ruger watched silently.

"Yeah?"

The Blood Curse Doll moved.

It pounced on the first scrambled hair, just like the night it became a god. It no longer had the thought of hunting; it was simply filled with affection, even more so than the night it had just transformed into a divine being. The hair of the same origin, combined with the radiance of the spirit hair god, completely won the Blood Curse Doll's favor. It hugged the first scrambled hair and rubbed it against its face, as if it were hugging a glowing little ball.

At one point, a bold idea suddenly popped into Luger's mind.

He wanted to have more strange and unusual hair, but then he shook his head, thinking it was a waste of energy.

After calming the little guys down, I finally got them to quiet down.

He reached out and grabbed the special spirit-haired demon number one.

Just as he had thought, demons can constantly lower their stance and embrace everything in order to satisfy their endless desire for erosion and expansion. Demon One is clearly a product of compromise, an extremely weak and special kind of demon.

It seems that apart from a faint demonic aura and the growth of its own spirituality, it has nothing special about it.

Ruger glanced at the little devil on the lab table again.

Ordinary low-level demons only possess basic biting and scratching abilities; what's important is their tenacious vitality and their potential for growth.

I wonder if we can see this potential in the Spirit Hair Demon No. 1.

As he turned his head, the blood cursed doll, which had been calmed down, fell asleep on his shoulder again. He raised his hand and gently pressed it down, letting it blend into the fur on his shoulder.

Then, he casually tossed Demon Number One to the great Spirit Hair God.

"Take good care of it, let it move around with those spirit hairs, and write down any unusual situations you notice."

Ruger looked at the scruffy-haired number one and said in a deep voice.

The scraggly creature nodded vigorously, its fur curling up.

"Rest assured, great master, I am no longer the same as before. I can fulfill all the missions you have given me. All the furry children will always await your command. We pray ten times a day, morning and evening. Every furry child is very lively, and there is also Ms. Aiskin, who will tell us stories..."

"Scattered Hair Number One" spoke confidently, perfectly conveying his self-assurance, but he gradually went off-topic.

Luger smiled slightly, waved, and left the Abyss Bedroom space.

He wanted to seize the inspiration in his heart.

Of course, it's best to perform the modification spell outside of space. Recently, the Chaotic Star Sea has become restless, or rather, a large area of ​​sea encompassing the Chaotic Star Sea will be restless. Therefore, he dares not leave for too long, lest Mahama or Lord Zorn find him and need him. Ruger sat on the bed and glanced out the window.

He met with Lord Kurt once after that day.

The Heavenly Pillar Mountain that illuminates the island is indeed declining rapidly. The only thing that reassured Kurt was that he had completed his advancement ahead of others, which allowed him to face the challenges ahead with greater ease. In addition, there was another piece of good news: no one would be eyeing the nearby islands anymore. Perhaps they could enjoy a peaceful but short few decades, provided that the decline did not accelerate further.

As for whether this accelerated decline was related to the fallen world, Kurt had not found out any useful information, and Ruger also said he could not help, because the wizard Zorn had not discussed the matter.

Ruger even suspected that the wizard Zorn might not know the answer.

Wizards' long lifespans have made them knowledgeable, but they don't know everything. They have different lifestyles and their own areas of expertise.

Ruger found a comfortable spot, leaned back, and lay down on the bed.

Every world has birth and death, just like the Tianzhu Mountain that goes out and then lights up again. Humans are no exception, but perhaps only a wizard can transcend everything.

He slowly entered a meditative state.

Before entering a meditative state, he put away the tattered robe. Actually, he had a spare one, but he was too lazy to change it, spending his energy on other things every day. Of course, the spare robe wasn't new; it was just a well-fitting one that he had acquired and kept.

Putting away the robe was naturally to better enter the transformed state of the demon body.

He needs to experience and modify this spell while in the magical state of the demon body.

And it wasn't just the Demon Body; he also had to use the other spells, not just those in his temporary spell slots, but all the spells he could cast on himself.

After everything was finished and he recovered from a brief meditation, he waved away the remaining spell models and came to the spell model of the demon body.

The minor changes from last time are still retained; they represent a direction of control and mastery over adaptation and so-called inclusiveness. What he needs to do today is to release it, to give it the greatest freedom, or rather, to give it a boost, so that it can have stronger adaptation and inclusiveness, and thus better integrate with other spells.

He's also preparing for a promotion.

This allows for a smoother creation of composite spells and ensures that there is no unnecessary consumption or resistance when advancing to the level of a wizard. Even if that resistance or consumption is very small, the change may bring considerable assistance.

After several days of observation, he was able to gain more insight into the spell model.

With all these factors combined, Ruger felt radiant and full of energy.

Modifying spells is only the first step; he will create spells in the future, creating unique spells that belong to him alone.

All the famous wizards in history were like this.

This time, instead of repeatedly constructing spell models, Ruger simply waved his hand, pulling the spell model of the demonic body directly in front of him and disassembling it.

It's not a complete disassembly, but rather a state of near-free separation.

Ruger roamed within it, sensing every nuance of the magic, occasionally raising his hand to bring about subtle, almost imperceptible changes.

On a side he couldn't see but could vaguely sense, he, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, was changing with the magic. And it wasn't just the change in his demonic body. For example, the horns that the bull's power had sprouted from his head under the influence of his demonic body had unknowingly grown longer and more curved, even curving backward and digging into the bed. There were also changes brought about by the Demon Skin Magic. His foul-smelling skin was also being maintained by him. Under the influence of the foul-smelling skin, the swirling circles that had always appeared when the Demon Skin Magic and his demonic body were combined gradually became deeper. A person with a weak mind would even feel dizzy if they looked at them.

Changes, both internal and external, are happening quietly.

Just as Ruger felt focused and excited, and as he watched the falling light and dusk outside the window, he was still marveling at how long the evening seemed to last in the day, just before entering meditation.

(End of this chapter)