Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 429 Possibly Related to Fists

Ruger sat on the floor, his hands hanging naturally at his knees, looking up at the dome of the bedroom space as if he could see the outside world.

What would it feel like to become a god himself? He wondered.

To be honest, he was a little curious, but that was all.

He couldn't help but glance at the teacher's notes again, even holding them in his hand and flipping through them repeatedly before finally putting them down steadily. There could be too many reasons why the teacher couldn't reply, too many to count, and even the enormous and terrifying magic array outside the space had a part in this matter.

Anything is possible, except that he can't wait any longer.

He reached for the black book, wanting to achieve what he desired. He needed some related knowledge and enlightenment, but it was just a small ascension ritual for advancing to the level of a wizard. For the world beyond that door, it was not a problem at all.

At the same time, Luger was also exploring and thinking about the feelings brought about by the two encounters with the world behind the door, which were not really real contact. He said he was looking for answers and peeking into knowledge, but in fact he was not searching, but attracting. The last time he kept repeating the two sublimation rituals and the split notebook in his mind was to verify this idea.

The real choice doesn't lie with him, nor with the mysterious knowledge behind the door, but with a natural, mutual attraction, plus a little bit of luck.

If there are any other changes, then it's only possible that someone is living inside.

The empowered divine artifact has been successfully anchored.

The great kobold wizard once again picked up his precious black book in pursuit of his dream.

Ruger chuckled to himself, calmed down, and closed his eyes.

Just like waiting for his teacher, Ruger also set a limit on the number of times he could use the Black Book to peek into the world behind the door. Just as he understood wizards and wizarding apprentices, he was no exception. That kind of contact, which was not real contact, might not be able to satisfy his inner desires, so it would lead him to get closer and closer, wanting to see more behind the door.

He limited himself to two attempts, starting from this one. That is, if it doesn't work this time, he can only try to spy on it again.

Then he could only endure it, trying things out on his own as planned while waiting for the teacher's notes to elicit a response. If things hadn't gone smoothly by the time the discomfort reached his limit, he would use the Shepherd Ascension Ritual to advance. Although he was curious and longed to interact with that great being, he absolutely did not want to become his follower.

The black book, born from the power behind the door, allowed him to witness the moment of its birth once again through the divine artifact technique.

With his doubts in mind, he gazed at the door from afar.

He seemed more proactive, but in reality, just like last time, he still didn't dare to get close. A wizard apprentice of his level might not be able to get close enough, nor would he dare to make that attempt.

Just like last time, when Ruger looked through the crack in the door, he stood there frozen, as if struck by a heavy blow.

But he was not at peace; the crack in the door seemed a little bigger than last time.

Ruger rubbed his temples and simply lay down on the ground.

While trying to get used to the headache, I mentally sorted out what I had learned from this spying trip.

Perhaps his mind wasn't pure enough when he looked towards the door, or perhaps he lacked a bit of luck. He didn't ask for much in the trivial gains, but those things that weren't what he wanted weren't entirely useless. For example, he was fortunate enough to obtain a method for cultivating special spirit hair, and it was quite complete, as well as some tips and tricks for using the Bloodline Hourglass.

Ruger lay there for a while before finally managing to get up.

He frowned, but the corners of his mouth were turned up.

He frowned because he was in a terrible state, but his smile showed more confidence. He hadn't gotten much of what he wanted, but knowledge and enlightenment are wonderful. Sometimes you don't need to be perfect. As long as you have a few key points or a few crucial hints, everything will go much more smoothly, just like a blocked riverbed will suddenly become clear.

He is now 70% certain.

While thinking this way, he was already instinctively resisting the urge to peek into the world behind that door.

Suddenly, he lunged at the notebook.

The notebook, unchanged for days, was now filled with densely packed writing and miniature illustrations. The writing was so small that he needed to use his mental energy to read it. Ruger held the notebook, looking down at it, completely forgetting his headache.

He seemed oblivious even as blood dripped from his nose.

He stood there blankly, holding the notebook and reading it three times in a row, the blood dripping from his nose had long since scabbed over.

Ruger slammed his hands together and closed the notebook, revealing an even brighter smile.

80%.

He was already 80% certain, or even a little more.

The teacher first praised his attempt in the notes, pleased that he was forging his own path. He was also somewhat surprised that he was trying to modify the sublimation ritual, and that it was quite difficult. The teacher seemed to suspect that he might be using some strange things. Instead of scolding him, the teacher praised his courage.

While answering the question, the teacher showed considerable interest in the strange situation on his side, but he couldn't leave to witness the spectacle.

Ruger hummed a little tune and left the lab corner with his notebook tucked under his arm.

Now all he needs to do is get a good night's sleep.

The bedroom space trembled intermittently.

He suddenly paused, thought for a moment, and tried to resonate with the bedroom space.

A brief glimpse into the changes in the outside world.

Ruger's eyes, which had just closed, suddenly opened, then closed again, and then opened again.

A familiar aura. Without even looking closely, he could clearly sense it the instant he resonated with the bedroom space. His impulsive attempt to spy on the outside world was precisely because of this hazy feeling of the aura.

It is the peculiar aura of the Nightmare World that makes it unnecessary to dream anymore. The magic array outside, which may span three seas, already possesses a rich Nightmare aura.

This is a crazy phenomenon. The magic array, the summoning, and even the fall of the shattered world are things that ordinary people may not be able to perceive. Just like Aiskin and Da Shaheng were able to go out hunting without restraint a while ago. But the aura of this nightmare world is not so easy to control. Even with the assistance of the magic array, it will definitely affect ordinary people in various sea areas.

A bad feeling was brewing in my heart, or rather, in the outside world.

Ruger beckoned Aiskin over, which was also a way of fulfilling one of her small wishes.

This guy always tries to help Ruger.

These two guys went hunting a while ago, and they seemed to be in high spirits, which meant it was definitely more than just catching prey.

As for Aiskin's fist, if he were in a good mental state, he would naturally not be affected. However, he is currently in an extremely weak state, so it is just right for Aiskin to help him with a punch, a punch to say goodbye to his chaotic thoughts.

He stood three steps in front of the recliner and waved.

"Brother Luger, I'm here!"

Aiskin gave a soft shout and suddenly swung her arm.

The strong kobold girl, at his request, punched him in the forehead, sending him flying into the air. As required, he had to land squarely on the old recliner without damaging it, which required a high degree of control over his strength.

Rugerben wanted to say something more, but he fell asleep in mid-air, his head tilting to the side, and he landed on the familiar recliner.

(End of this chapter)