Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 425 Persistence and Madness

Unbeknownst to them, this was already the third time that Aiskin and Big Fool had gone out hunting. The two had fallen in love with this unusual form of hunting. Not only had they become better swimmers, but their research on grilled fish and fish soup had also progressed three levels in recent days.

Every time Ruger saw their jubilant faces, a strange emotion would arise in his heart.

To Aiskin and Big Fool, this was a warm and peaceful home; to Luger, it was a space that trembled from time to time, like a small boat tossed about in a storm. Just like every hunting trip, what the two kobolds saw as a wondrous, endless sea, an outing under the cover of night, a journey to find delicious ingredients, was, in Luger's eyes, a sky of vibrant colors. If the portal remained open for even a little longer, it would make his head burn, and he might even tear up and lose his way.

He was afraid, not only of the trembling space, not only of the awe-inspiring work of the senior wizard, but also of the ever-increasing pressure like a mountain. He knew that it was his weak mental strength being gradually affected by being in this environment for so long. At the same time, he was also afraid that this tranquility would be broken and the warm little boat would capsize.

He had thought a lot and even studied the abyssal rift. Why was he able to open a barely passable spatial door with his power, while the abyssal rift in the bedroom space was too small for a person to pass through? He thought of the magic array outside and even the suppression of the world.

But the most plausible explanation, in the end, was Lord Enom's attempt to survive. He could only guess that the magic array had isolated the inside from the outside in order to ensure the smooth progress of the plan. He was able to open the spatial gate because the bedroom space was with him and was inside the magic array. The crack leading to the abyss was now like an extra horizontal lock. It was the so-called outside world, and it was suppressed by the magic array and closed to a certain extent.

Ruger smiled dismissively.

This so-called fear is still not the strongest emotion beneath his smile, or rather, fear is also a component of it, a kind of impulse buried deep in his heart, and he is afraid that he will not be able to suppress that impulse.

Those who become wizards, whether they are cold and taciturn or gentle and easy-going, all have a hidden madness deep in their hearts.

At least that's what Ruger thinks, and he believes that his little dog head is no exception.

Madness can be born from many things, such as the obsession in one's heart. Ruger believes that every wizard and wizarding apprentice has their own obsession in their heart. This is the essence of wizards, their destiny, and the reason for their existence. They are pursuing the obsession in their hearts.

Ruger suddenly realized that perhaps he had gotten the order wrong. It wasn't that wizards had obsessions in their hearts, but rather that wizards were born because of the obsession that was enough to breed madness.

Suddenly, all the hair on his back stood on end.

It is this unwavering conviction that gives rise to wizards!

This was true in that ancient era, and it is true in any era!
A true wizard is one who is persistent and dedicated, not one who knows some strange and flashy spells, who can slay dragons, who is simply powerful, or who can simply live forever.

A true wizard.

Ruger sat up.

Sitting in the quiet bedroom, Aiskin and Big Silly Hum had already fallen asleep after dinner. Afraid of disturbing him, they slept far away under the tree. The furry creatures also quieted down, some running onto Aiskin and others resting on Big Silly Hum.

Ruger glanced at them and sat there blankly.

It is the persistence and the courage to pursue and explore, and to put it into practice. All of this is condensed into a short word, a simple title: wizard.

Rumble!
The tremors in the space jolted Ruger out of his daze.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, feeling that his mental strength seemed to have increased somewhat.

He let out a long breath, not bothering to investigate the so-called increase in spiritual power. Instead, he took out a notebook, a notebook he had copied himself. In the tower of that nightmare world, on that indistinguishable bookshelf, the contents of the notebook were excerpts from a book researching the Ascension Ritual, a failed yet not entirely failed experiment, the Segmentation Ascension Ritual.

He stroked the notebook, sat down on the ground, placed it on his left, and then took out his precious black book, placing it on his right.

He is not trying to divide the sublimation ceremony.

Instead, we need to integrate.

Whenever he was lost in thought and his mind wandered, the space would tremble, as if reminding him.

The wizarding predecessors outside the space are doing something that will astound the world. Young man, what are you still hesitating for? It's not because the wizards have courage, but because a small group of weak humans dared to do something unprecedented, which gave birth to the world's first wizard.

Luger smiled.

He first picked up his notes and quietly reviewed them as if he were going through a revision.

He was extremely calm. This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. In fact, deep in his heart, he had always had such an adventurous idea. He had never dared to think about it deeply because it was extremely tempting. It was his inner desire, the current predicament, and the persistence and madness of these wizard predecessors that made it impossible for him, who was huddled in a small corner and only felt a slight tremor, to suppress the impulse in his heart.

Persistence and courage are what make a wizard.

Ruger curled his lip. He didn't know when he, who was sometimes lazy and sometimes timid, would forget this feeling and this belief, so he decided to strike while the iron was hot.

Being trapped this time is actually a good thing.

The constant tremors in the space were a spur to him, a reminder to him.

As for the origin of the adventure, it was because he knew that he could not complete the fusion of the Ascension Ritual on his own. The distant past is unverifiable, but there is an interesting phenomenon in the Ascension Ritual of later generations. The things that wizard apprentices need to use at the last moment are basically created by wizards who are formal wizards or above. They may do so to train students, or because of inspiration during experiments, or for some other purpose. For example, the Ascension Ritual of the Flame River Puller left to him by the old dog-head Lunser, in which the Ascended person will transform into an invisible boatman when their strength increases.

Therefore, this is a difficult but possible task.

Because he has a solution, all he needs is some courage, a little bit of adventurous spirit, and inner persistence.

Ruger looked at the black book, the starting point of everything.

He recalled the notes he had just read, and meticulously reviewed every detail of the Shepherd's Ascension Ritual and the Bloodline Hourglass Ascension Ritual.

If he can use the Divine Art to read the Black Book, he will likely be able to glimpse that world again.

That strange world from which he received the Shepherd's Ascension Ritual, a world he only glimpsed briefly and never saw again.

There must be inspiration and answers there, as well as unspeakable dangers. But from another perspective, he is still in the wizard apprentice stage, which is also his last chance to touch that world. If he reaches a higher level, he will probably only avoid that world.

(End of this chapter)