Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 426 Dreams and Glimpses
What does an ordinary wizard apprentice possess? In terms of strength, knowledge, and so on, wizard apprentices are barren. Often, courage and risk-taking are their only assets. To take that step, they sometimes unleash ingenious ideas that even high-level wizards cannot predict. This is also related to their sheer number. If low-level wizards are thousands or even tens of thousands of times more numerous than high-level wizards, then the numerical gap between wizard apprentices and low-level wizards is no longer a matter of direct comparison.

Of course, the wizarding apprentices' whimsical ideas often ended up making a mess of themselves, or even transforming them into all sorts of bizarre, inhuman things.

Successful people are ultimately a minority.

Ruger stroked the black book, recalling once again the sublimation ritual and the notebook that recorded the division of the sublimation ritual.

The Divine Artifact Spell Model has been fully activated.

A hand gently rested on the black book.

In fact, the attempt to divide the ascension ritual in the notes did not quite align with his goals. The purpose of that experiment was to reduce the so-called difficulty by dividing a perfect ascension ritual, a smooth ascension and transformation, into three stages to be completed in three separate sessions, in order to reduce the difficulty, make it easier to succeed in ascension, and make it easier to become a wizard. The experiment overcame many obstacles and ultimately succeeded, but it was also a failure. The difficulty of ascension was reduced, but only by a pitifully small amount, while the resources consumed were much greater. The powerful ascension ritual characteristics that the ascendant could originally obtain were also significantly weakened.

Ruger kept recalling the contents of his notes; the paths may differ, but they can be learned from.

As he ventured deeper into the Black Book, he kept recalling its contents, hoping that when he encountered that beautiful yet dangerous place, he could obtain the insights he needed more accurately and quickly, and then escape swiftly, just like last time.

The last time I saw that place was in the Black Prison of Blood Fortress, when I had just learned the Divine Object Technique.

He remembered the method he had used to see her last time.

It was the crybaby's relative, the most powerful insectoid, who, when he crashed into that golden, mysterious city, created the Black Book, briefly triggering the power of the world of knowledge.

Ruger recalled, trying hard to find the feeling he had back then.

After an unknown amount of time, though he was reluctant, he was happy to find that he could once again hear the little insect-man's heartbreaking sobs.

He searched and finally saw the twisted part.

That was the lingering resonance of the power of the world of knowledge and the enigmatic city.

A thin, almost invisible golden light caught his eye. He controlled his wild thoughts and his muttered prayers for success on the first try. At that moment, his mind was only focused on the Shepherd Ascension Ritual, the Bloodline Hourglass Ascension Ritual, and the contents of his notes.

Integration and discarding may lead to new life.

That would be the perfect outcome.

But he dared not ask for too much. Whenever he watched those spirit hairs grow and saw the progress of the first miscellaneous hair on the path of faith wizard, he wanted to choose the Shepherd Ascension Ritual. Those hairs made him realize more possibilities for the future, and the Shepherd Ascension Ritual could also better cooperate with the first miscellaneous hair. But he didn't even dare to think about it in detail. Thinking about more benefits would only be torment, because he had to choose the Bloodline Hourglass Ascension Ritual that he had painstakingly searched for. It was a powerful tool that could at least help him solve his bloodline problem at the low-level wizard stage.

Now, he chooses to be bolder and try to get everything he wants.

Those old men, at least a thousand years old, are all out there struggling. How could he, a young kobold, hesitate to take a chance when there was a way to try? Besides, the time when a wizard apprentice is the least risky to approach that place is when the risk is lowest.

Now a fifth-level wizard apprentice, he still recreated the feeling he had back then.

His head felt like it was about to explode.

The golden gate reappeared before his eyes.

A feeling of unreality.

It is clearly just a remnant scene, a trace, but just one glance can connect it to a wonderful world.

A world that exists, yet seems not to truly exist.

He tried hard to recall how, through a door that was only slightly ajar, he had uncontrollably glimpsed a sliver of the scenery beyond.

Boom!

His head felt like it had been hit by a heavy punch, instantly pulling him out of the state of divine artifact technique, and his mental space trembled as a result.

A series of snores, melodious but unpleasant, came from under the trees in the distance. Luger smiled, glanced at the big fool sleeping soundly under the tree, and straightened up by pushing himself up from the ground beside him.

That fleeting glance, as expected, filled my mind with knowledge and inspiration.

But that wondrous place did not grant his wish.

He immediately lay down on the ground, took out two brand-new notebooks, and began to write furiously. He didn't even use any writing techniques, as if he could only clarify his thoughts by writing it himself. Although he didn't succeed, the knowledge and insights still contained some useful things.

These notebooks were a perk from when they were at Old Lenser's apothecary. They were experimental supplies from the alchemy lab and were among the few that slipped through the net when Old Lenser moved. Of course, Ruger had already stored some in his space before that for easy use.

From the thunderous snoring to the pervasive aroma of grilled fish, and then to the two dog-headed men huddled in the distance whispering amongst themselves.

Ruger kept writing in his notebook, trying to grasp the inspiration brought by the revelation and to clarify his thoughts.

I've been writing all day without even realizing it.

Sometimes he would write furiously, and other times he would look up blankly, his eyes vacant.

He only gave up when his stomach kept growling. He was just a little short of completing the fusion of the two sublimation rituals. Perhaps if he could peek at the scenery behind that door one more time, he could not only complete it, but also take the fusion sublimation ritual to the next level.

It's like communicating with the world behind the door, using knowledge as a medium, like a teacher checking the problems given to their students.

Ruger was somewhat frightened by his own thoughts. He was determined to try again, but just as he was about to peer into the view behind the door, he abandoned his sense of awe. This was an extremely dangerous omen.

Among wizard apprentices, his mental strength is relatively stable; otherwise, he would easily lose his way.

It seemed as if some unseen force was urging him to go further, silently making him lower his guard.

He still remembers those figures that disappeared into fragments, those whose heads exploded, and even those that turned into a book.

"Brother Luger."

Aiskin handed over a cup of warm fruit tea, just the right temperature to drink.

The two kobolds looked at him with some concern.

"I'm fine, even better than before."

Luger smiled, stood up, and took the cup.

Just a simple movement of getting up, a slight sway, gave him a splitting headache.

Ruger put away his notebook, picked up his teacup, and reluctantly sat down on the old recliner.

The two kobold chefs have already gone to get busy.

Luger glanced at it expectantly, then dared not move again. In this state, he could no longer peek through the door; he needed to rest for at least a day. In fact, he had been lying on the ground for a whole day.

The aroma of delicious food gradually wafted to his nose, and he smacked his lips expectantly, but before he knew it, his eyelids slowly drooped.

He didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he saw the two trees that were intertwined.

Ruger pursed his lips and decided to sit quietly for a while under the two Dream Trees.

Just as he was about to exit the dream, an extremely large and peculiar aura unique to the nightmare world caused the two trees to sway violently. He suddenly stood up and subconsciously followed his senses to look into the distance, but unfortunately, this was a dream, and he saw nothing. He only knew that the aura of the nightmare world was not coming towards his dream.

(End of this chapter)