Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 431 Desire in the Heart and Unwavering Devotion

The wind whips up the clouds.

The bedroom space, constantly developing tiny cracks and being repaired, is like a small boat that could break into pieces at any moment.

Ruger was first surprised, then astonished, and then shut his mouth and smiled.

Above the dome of the City of Burning Blood, is the bound god the wizard of the Endless Sea? Obviously not. It is an even more ancient wizard conducting a long-term experiment. Neither the wizard's rank nor the length of time he has existed matches.

The reason for this judgment is that Ruger already had a preconceived notion: a thief.

This is a daring thief, as insane as his old friend angrily denounced. It's not that the Blood Sun has come here, but that he is stealing the power of the Blood Sun. Perhaps his target, the God of Wizards, doesn't want the special power of the Blood Sun, but simply wants to devour a god, a god of sufficient importance.

After all, as Lord Kurt said, there are different levels of gods.

Ruger suddenly realized that this guy could only succeed, not fail, otherwise the wrath of all sides would tear Lord Inom apart. Ruger remembered the wizard in the blood-red robe and the messenger in the City of Burning Blood. They both spoke with great respect for the ancient wizard, and their words also revealed that they dared not touch anything belonging to this great man.

And now, this guy is openly and brazenly stealing. Luger thought of the aura of the Nightmare World he had felt these days, the strange things that happened in the City of Burning Blood, and his neighbor across the hall, the old man with the statue, who was the investigating wizard from the Otherworldly God Inspection Council who discovered the strange movements of the blood-red giant on the dome.

Although the old statue never explicitly stated it, Ruger had seen his black and white cat subordinates capture those bloodline infected individuals who exhibited unusual behavior many times, attempting to investigate something. Those bloodline infected individuals with sharp teeth who had lost their true selves were born under the Blood Sun infection, just like its familiar creatures.

What those bloodline infected people are doing may now be the answer.

This future Wizard God is using the Nightmare World as a route to steal the power of the Dome Giant, also known as the Blood Sun. The sacrificial acts of the Bloodborne Infected in the City of Burning Blood are helping their companions in the Nightmare World locate the City of Burning Blood and the Blood Giant on the Dome. Even the wizards and wizard apprentices who appear beside the Bloodborne Infected in the Nightmare World to provide assistance are subordinates of this future Wizard God of the Endless Sea.

Ruger still remembered the faith wizard apprentices he had fought in the Nightmare World; those guys didn't even carry storage pouches, leaving nothing behind that might have arcane markings.

So what could possibly move that god?

Ruger thought of the sound of chains on the dome, a sound all too familiar to the people of the City of Burning Blood.

Perhaps it yearns for freedom.

Therefore, its infected relatives will walk together with that person's subordinates.

I just hope it won't be completely devoured by this audacious future wizard god.

Ruger thought it unlikely, because truly taking advantage of the wizard would be tantamount to completely ruining the wizard's experiment, equivalent to destroying the City of Burning Blood. The wrath from the Holy Inquisition Wizards and the Otherworldly Oversight Council might be even worse. After all, even the ruthless Holy Inquisition Wizards follow the rules, but there are no rules governing private duels between wizards.

The crimson giant bound to the dome, yearning for freedom, proves that it is a true god, a god captured by the wizard countless years ago, not one of these artificial beings created on the endless sea.

Luger maintained his smile, dragging his weary spirit to resonate with the bedroom space once more. After a moment of contemplation, he determined that unless subjected to a direct and violent external force, this space would not shatter at the moment.

Aiskin and Big Fool also noticed the spatial tremor again and looked up with some concern.

Ruger came to their side, said nothing, sat down, and picked up a strange fish that had just been grilled with a smile.

Seeing Luger's smiling face, the two of them gradually relaxed, and Aiskin even smiled and busied herself serving Luger soup.

In Luger's eyes, he had only gone to the experimental corner and even just stayed there for a short while, but in the eyes of Big Fool and Aiskin, Luger had been missing for many days and had missed several dinners.

As Ruger watched them busily eating with him, Aiskin and Big Fool could feel the spatial tremors, but they couldn't see the tiny cracks that kept appearing and repairing.

At the same time, he was also thinking about the changes outside. Perhaps there were still many hidden secrets that he didn't know, and perhaps there were still many changes that he hadn't witnessed.

All he needs to do right now is rest and recuperate to improve his condition.

As he chewed on a new dish, finger-width fish strips grilled to a crisp on all sides, he felt the heat rising in his brain. The small cracks that occasionally appeared in the space were not a concern, but they caused another problem: a further decrease in his ability to isolate himself.

This disrupted Ruger's rest plans, as he had originally intended to get a good night's sleep.

The changes in the outside world will never stop according to the will of a kobold, so in order to deal with any possible accidents, he planned to eat his fill, meditate for a while, and then begin to prepare for advancement.

Plans never seem to keep up with changes.

Ruger put down his plate and thought to himself.

"Brother Luger, you will definitely succeed."

Aiskin suddenly spoke up from the side.

Ruger was somewhat surprised. He had only put down his plate without saying what he was going to do, and he hadn't mentioned it during their casual conversation. These two seemed to have realized something, even though it was indeed a very important matter for him. As the owner of this small space, his successful advancement would allow him to further control this place and perhaps make it more stable.

"Brother Luger."

Big Fool hummed twice and handed over a large cup of hot tea. This guy was usually quite lazy to talk.

Luger smiled, took the tea and drank it all in one gulp. He then stood up and walked towards the experimental corner amidst a sudden and violent tremor.

On the way, when Zamao No. 1 saw him, he also led a group of Zamao running over, jumping and skipping.

"My master, shall we begin?"

Miscellaneous Hair Number One jumped onto his shoulder.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and looked down at his shoulder.

"My clever servant, how did you come to this conclusion?"

Ruger was very curious about what was going on with these guys today.

"It's your aura, your aura! My master! It's your extraordinary aura that has drawn my attention! Just like the one before me, the previous number one scoundrel, who left a deep impression on me... He is worthy of respect, someone I aspire to be, my master, just like you now, with an indomitable aura!"

"Zha Mao No. 1" stretched out his fur, speaking with some excitement.

It was probably the impressive aura of the previous leader, the "Mongrel Number One," that left a lasting impression on it, causing it to feel guilty all along.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, stroking his chin as he walked, followed by a group of bouncing furry followers.

An indomitable spirit? Do I have it?
Ruger arrived at the experimental corner, and after a quick clean-up, began to inscribe the not-too-complex magic circle to be used in the ascension ritual on the flat ground.

(End of this chapter)