Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 424 Adventure and Opportunity

On the pitifully small island, along the desolate coastline, a crack-like fissure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Aiskin cautiously peeked out first, followed by Big Fool Heng. They both came out lying on their sides, with Luger naturally helping them from behind.

Ruger curled his lip and, before the spatial gate closed, cast a spell to buff the two kobolds with the power of the bull and the lightness spell. Among the spells he knew, there weren't many that could buff others. In the past few days, Aiskin and Big Fool had been getting used to these two spells in the space.

The so-called search for food cannot wait until all ammunition and food are exhausted before going out to look for it, but Aiskin and Big Fool are obviously more sensitive to that boundary.

For example, right now, Luger thinks the food in the space can last for a while, but Aiskin and Big Fool have already started to plan ahead.

Seeing the two kobolds secretly discussing things from time to time, Ruger just smiled and didn't stop them. Under the guise of experimenting with spells, he had them cooperate and get used to the state of being empowered by the Bull's Power and Lightness Technique for a few days.

Just as Luger was about to close the portal, a sound that sent shivers down one's spine resounded from the sky once more.

"My old friend, my only true friend in this life... please don't blame me. We've witnessed so many failures together. As wizard apprentices, we were ignorant and arrogant, as if failure wouldn't befall us... But on that day, I saw my future... I was no different from those failures, so I resolved to change... The necessary sacrifices... were worthwhile... My old friend... you will understand me. You are doing something great for me..."

The ethereal voice resonated deep within one's soul.

The expected angry outburst, however, did not materialize.

Ruger covered his forehead, not bothering to appreciate the astonished expressions of the two kobolds facing the endless sea, and hurriedly closed the spatial gate.

Even after the portal had been closed for a while, those words seemed to still echo in his ears. He felt his feverish head and lay on the ground for a long time before getting up.

As Luger stood up, he was still thinking about whether the person from the Three Flames Divine Palace was too angry to speak, or had unbelievably accepted the other party's words, or had been killed by the world fragments that fell from the sky, or was simply too overwhelmed to speak freely.

Ruger felt that he might not be able to understand the feelings of high-ranking wizards. They had seen far more than he had, and the decisions they made were naturally beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Their thought processes were likely different.

As Ruger cast the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, he calculated the time. This was something that had been agreed upon beforehand, so it couldn't be too precise. Catching prey wasn't like buying something from a shop. When the approximate time arrived, Aiskin and Big Fool would hold the prey tightly and wait for him to retrieve it on the shore.

When the two kobolds returned to the space, they no longer needed to climb in bit by bit, as they had arcane markings on their bodies.

Ruger could, as usual, take them into the space if they did not resist.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ruger didn't meditate; he simply nourished his fur. During these few days of meditation, Miscellaneous Fur Number One reported something to him.

As a being that can be considered divine, it can only command a limited number of followers. Just like some wizarding apprentices, they can slowly develop on a small island. Firstly, they don't have the ability to occupy a larger territory, and secondly, they cannot accept too many followers. Of course, everyone is greedy, and the quality of human followers cannot be guaranteed, so everyone desires a larger territory. The followers can recuperate and maintain a certain number. In addition to expanding their territory, diligently managing their land is also a way. This management is not only for the better; different fears can also increase faith and convert followers.

But the first type of hairy creature is special; it does not need to expand its territory, and the followers of the hairy creature do not experience normal birth, aging, sickness, and death.

It had vaguely sensed the upper limit, which was about 10,000 spiritual hair believers. More would be possible, but it would be impossible to control it perfectly, and the collection of faith power might also result in some waste.

To put it bluntly, it is merely a divine being, not even a false god.

After figuring this out by combining it with Lord Kurt's notes, Luger immediately realized that he wouldn't be turning into a bald dog anytime soon.

Of course, those are just small sacrifices on the path to transcendence. Some trials and sacrifices are worthwhile, just as that ethereal and awe-inspiring voice said. Ruger pursed his lips, calming himself down.

He didn't know when it started, but the strongest emotion he felt from the tremors of the outside world was no longer unease and fear, but an impulse that needed to be suppressed or soothed from time to time.

He hadn't even dared to recall the words of that bald old wizard for a long time.

The adventurous spirit of these wizarding predecessors is really setting a bad example for children.

Bold?

courage?

In short, they are things that easily make people impulsive.

Ruger grinned and patted his cheek.

It's time to go and fetch the two warriors returning from their hunt.

Although he judged that the chances of encountering danger were not high, he was still somewhat worried. At the same time, he also judged that this so-called ascension to godhood was a grand scheme that would take a long time, and sooner or later he would have to rely on the two dragonborn kobolds, Aiskin and Big Shaheng, to go out hunting.

Therefore, there is no need to stop what is bound to happen sooner or later.

Luger first waved his hand to open a crack and looked out.

Aiskin was standing there smiling, holding a big, fat fish. Da Shaheng was more like being entangled by a fish than holding it, as its numerous tentacles had completely wrapped him up.

Upon seeing the opening Luger had made, Big Fool hurriedly killed the persistent prey.

Ruger waved his hand, ushering them into the bedroom space.

If the prey is not dead, it cannot be brought in with it, unless the spatial portal is opened wide and the prey is thrown in normally through the portal.

"Brother Luger, the ocean is so vast!"

Aiskin said excitedly.

Ruger smiled slightly. He had guessed that this guy would say that. Of the two dragonborn kobolds, Aiskin was the one who was more eager and curious about new things, while Big Fool was more reserved. It couldn't be said that he was completely uninterested, after all, this guy was also very addicted to reading interesting biographical novels, which was his second biggest hobby after cooking.

The three kobolds came together to the shelf where food was stored.

Luger had already built an ice pool on the ground.

After some discussion, we decided to have a fresh meal today, which would be the prey that Big Fool brought back. We selected five huge tentacles, which would be enough for the three kobolds to have a hearty meal.

Luger smiled as he watched the two kobolds discussing how to cook, while silently sensing the occasional, varying tremors emanating from the space.

(End of this chapter)