Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 428 Demands and Waiting
Ruger found the thought of possibly becoming someone's follower somewhat unbelievable.

It's unknown how magnificent or special the faith offered by wizards and wizard apprentices, whose spirit and will are different from ordinary people, would be. At the same time, this extraordinary spiritual strength also leads to a problem: it is more difficult to cultivate such believers into devout believers. Therefore, starting the cultivation from wizard apprentices becomes quite remarkable.

Moreover, he had previously fallen into a misconception: what the other party wanted were believers, not subordinates to fight. Therefore, it was not necessary to pursue higher-ranking wizard believers. Perhaps a sufficiently devout fifth-level wizard apprentice could contribute more than a half-hearted formal wizard.

He also believes that the god of wizards may be very different from other gods, since wizards are anomalies in the world, so what that god may want is not just the power of faith.

Luger drifted off into his own world, lost in thought once more.

As he walked towards the experimental corner of the bedroom, he looked up halfway there and saw the Spirit God, Lord Miscellaneous Hair Number One, who was leading the Spirit Hairs in play and then praying.

Ruger went to the experiment corner, sat down at the table and pondered, casually spreading the teacher's notes out on the corner of the table.

Soon after, the first scraggly hair came running over.

"Great master, are you summoning me?"

The first rascal hopped onto the table and bent its fury to bow to Luger in a very proper manner.

“I remember saying that you could come to me when you were ready to receive the birth of new spirit hair,” Ruger teased it.

The fur of the mixed-hair No. 1 began to sway, instantly forming a vertical wave shape.

“My wisest master, of course I went to report to you, but… you are always thinking about problems. When I went to you again, my dearest sleeping master, you had fallen into a deep sleep again…”

"Scratchy Number One" said, shaking his head. The shaking waves looked more like he was shaking his head from side to side, even though he didn't have a head.

Ruger glanced at the notes on the corner of the table and then stopped teasing them.

“My faithful servant, there’s no need to dwell on past mistakes. You’ve done very well. Now choose the believers you will take over, and let us welcome the birth of the new Mao,” Ruge said casually.

The scraggly hair on the first body suddenly shuddered and instantly transformed into a straight hair.

It excitedly pointed and gestured, and finally chose the remaining half of the fur on the outside of its thigh from last time.

Ruger nodded, and after a moment's thought, he agreed. There were only slightly more eligible hairs left than last time, so he decided to take them all at once. Besides, this amount was quite reliable for the current mixed hairs.

The Spirit Hair Nourishment spell was cast, calming down the emotions of Hairy Number One.

Then Ruger performed his hair removal technique, and under the expectant gaze of Hairy Number One, a large amount of hair flew up.

It has been working hard, and Luger has seen it all. It seems to be trying to prove its progress to Luger.

Zamao No. 1 was a gift from the spirit. It was born of the spirit and lived by the spirit. Although Luger wanted to say that it lived because of its cowardice, after all, it would have died if it hadn't been cowardly and retreated back then, its cowardice also showed the favor of the spirit. It was the rich spirit that made it more vivid and gave it a variety of uncontrollable emotions.

Luger watched quietly as the hairs floated around Hairy Number One, one by one, bathed in the radiance of the God of Hair.

Once this guy, Zamao No. 1, advances to the level of a wizard, he should be able to easily ascend to godhood, transcending ordinary divine beings and becoming a pseudo-god-level Zamao.

This is Luger's expectation for it.

Originally, he was a kobold who collected shed fur, but now that task has been handed over to "Scrap Fur Number One." In a way, "Scrap Fur Number One" is an extension of his will—a kobold who collects shed fur day after day, transforming it into cute little creatures, into his followers. It's quite a wonderful thing to think about.

If you live long enough and can keep going, that will be even more wonderful; the amount of fur you collect will be terrifying.

"La! La la! La la la... La la... La la la..."

A cheerful song began, sung haphazardly amidst the chaotic fluctuations of mental energy.

When Ruger came to his senses, he saw that Hairy Number One was radiating divine light, leading the newly grown spiritual hairs in a circling dance.

“Master! So many, so many, more than last time… a full twelve hundred new hairs! They are all very strong, but I didn’t do well enough. I could have gotten a few more… I didn’t control it well… I will try harder… It’s your wisdom, Master, not to dwell on past mistakes. So I’m in a good mood now, very good… very good…”

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" said, jumping up and down.

Ruger cast a Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, soothing them before sending them away with a strange face-touching ritual.

A rough calculation shows that there are already more than three thousand believers.

Ruger glanced at the notes on the corner of the table again, and then began to catch up on yesterday's spell practice and meditation.

Every now and then, after finishing a task, he would glance at his notes, but he never reacted.

During meditation, he could feel that strange power, the so-called "brain heat". Upon careful perception, it was actually a kind of resistance from the mental space. This resistance was not aversion, nor was it resisting pests, but a kind of change. With change comes distortion. Everyone's mental space is solid, but Ruger's is more solid than that of apprentices at the same level. The disobedience of solid things is the source of discomfort.

Perhaps those who genuinely accept or believe in the other person will find it easier to accept them, and the transition in their spiritual realm will be much smoother.

Before we knew it, three days had passed.

Ruger stared at the still untouched notebook, feeling his growing discomfort.

He had stopped Aiskin and Big Sha Heng from going out hunting and dared not open the portal casually anymore. Although Aiskin and the others didn't quite understand, they didn't ask any questions and nodded in agreement without hesitation. In addition, the three kobolds had reduced their food intake during this period and began to tighten their daily consumption in a planned manner.

As always, Ruger sat upright, with a black book on one side and the notes given to him by his teacher on the other.

He hadn't been idle during this time either. He studied those notes related to the sublimation ritual again and made further deductions. Although his efforts were not in vain, there was still no breakthrough. At the same time, he also faced a problem: even if he succeeded in the end, some things were still unknown, and he himself would be his own first experimental subject.

Luger tilted his head and looked at the experimental corner.

It seems that he himself was the first experimental subject built in this place.

He glanced at his notes one last time. Although he longed for his teacher's reply, everything was uncertain, and he dared not delay any longer. If his teacher was injured and asleep, or conducting experiments, the waiting time would be extremely long. He not only needed to complete the fusion of the sublimation ritual, but also needed to allow some time for his advancement.

If he ultimately fails to achieve what he desires, he will face only one choice: to simply complete the ascension through the Shepherd Ascension Ritual. This is because the materials for the Bloodline Hourglass Ascension Ritual are incomplete, and the power of faith cannot replace everything. When he first attempted to fuse the ascension ritual, he intentionally avoided those materials, thinking that he would no longer need to spend a lot of time accumulating merit stones.

Unexpectedly, it has now turned out to be a good move.

(End of this chapter)