Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 434 Incompleteness and Perfection

Everything seems different now.

Just as Ruger had this thought, he remembered Lord Kurt, and at the same time, a tremor came from the bedroom.

He pursed his lips; it seemed nothing had changed.

Amidst the surrounding prayers, Zamao No. 1 ascends to godhood through his transformation. He too is experiencing changes within himself, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attempt a preliminary glimpse into the mysteries of life. Sometimes, the best experiment and observation subject is the wizard himself.

Yes, it's wizards, not the abbreviated term used to refer to anyone in general.

From now on, I no longer need to refer to myself as a wizard apprentice; instead, I will simply call myself a wizard.

It sounds so refreshing. Just two words make all the difference, yet it's enough for many people to be willing to dedicate their entire lives to it. Countless people have written untold stories about it, some bizarre, some heroic, and some unknown.

Ruger believed his journey wasn't long, but the scenery along the way alone revealed many untold stories written by wizard apprentices.

To the people, it's just a story, but to them, it's their entire life.

Luger's expression changed.

The power of the sublimation ritual seemed unable to accompany him through his final transformation.

But he remained calm. He had anticipated some minor problems, and the fact that things had gone so smoothly from the beginning was far beyond his expectations.

He suddenly understood those old wizards a little. For a moment, he subconsciously thought that after becoming a wizard, he could optimize this ritual and find a few qualified apprentices or even disciples to verify the improved ritual. If he did that, as the crystallization of his wisdom, he hoped that this ritual could be passed down and that someone could find a new path after this sublimation ritual.

Suddenly, Luger's face lit up with joy.

A sense of emptiness began to emerge, as if there was a lack of something in my soul, an unbearable feeling.

His body was trembling, and his life was singing a triumphant song.

The invisible expansion of the spiritual space is slowing down, while the inexplicable sense of emptiness is intensifying. This strange feeling of loss is like an incompleteness or hunger of the soul.

Ruger was overjoyed; he knew that a first-circle spell slot was being generated.

When a spell model is fixed in a spell slot, it becomes complete, and the fixed spell becomes like instinct.

Of course, unlike apprentices, first-circle wizards no longer have to immediately solidify and stabilize their mental space. They can endure this torment, spend time selecting and learning, and even modify a first-circle spell that satisfies them.

But Luger was different; he didn't have to endure or suffer.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages, and the gains and losses are determined by one's own judgment.

Ruger always believed that his choices were right. He could not predict the future, but he always made a reasonable choice in the present moment. He would not succumb to fate, nor would he deliberately defy it.

Life is like a journey. In his heart, even so-called fate is just one scene in the journey of moving forward. Perhaps because of its power, it occupies a little more space among the scenery along the way.

The road is always under his own feet.

Calm down.

Looking at the seemingly unchanged mental space, he could sense that it was vastly different. It was much wider and more stable in the darkness, at least three times larger than before. As for the stability he was once so confident in, it was incomparable to what it was now.

He looked at the Silent Mark.

It seems that the increased space makes it appear smaller.

But Ruger knew that it was indeed shrinking, and would continue to shrink.

The magic seal rotated slowly, seemingly slowly, but it was actually constructed from a large number of tiny, rapidly rotating runes.

A sense of unease mingled with a feeling of dread. Ruger smelled it; it was the scent of a miracle. Composite spells, like spells without a rank, were a rarity in the wizarding world.

Of course, in wizarding magic, rarity and uncommonness do not necessarily equate to power.

Often, the effort and reward are disproportionate, which makes some things rare. Similarly, difficulty does not equate to strength.

Ruger simply hoped that the composite spell could be successfully created, thus overcoming the final hurdle of advancement. Generally speaking, he had always followed the tips in the Black Book and practiced diligently every day. The spell in the temporary spell slot had never been changed, and he insisted on using it to let the magic mark devour it, which ensured an extremely high success rate.

Building on this foundation, he further modified the peculiar Demon Body spell, using it as a binding agent to enhance the demon's aggressive and survival-oriented nature, maximizing its adaptability and inclusiveness.

Moreover, he was enveloped by the power of faith and spirituality, with the spirit hairs steadily enveloping him with these two untouchable forces.

The two breaths felt like an eternity.

When that sense of emptiness and lack from the soul intensified to a peak, when the mental space completely stopped vibrating and growing, when Luger felt that the transformation and cry of life had reached its final high note, a wondrous radiance suddenly burst forth from the magic seal.

It was as if a page of a book was unfolding before Luger's consciousness.

Ruger was reading it, and it was constantly changing, gradually transforming from a burst of unfolding light into a spell model.

Throughout this process, Ruger continued reading it steadily.

He saw many parts in it: the power of the bull, the magic of the skin, but all were somewhat different; there was also the part of boiling spirit; the most wonderful trick of stinginess; and the most special demonic body, which was different from the other spells, as if it were omnipresent.

The light shifted and gradually rose.

It was as if something in the dark was calling to it; it was a newly formed spell slot.

Ruger's gaze followed it. He stood on the surface of the Sea of ​​Spirit, looking up at the rising radiance, the second shining star about to be born on the dome of the Spiritual Space.

Upon reaching its highest point, the changes in radiance finally ceased, and the spell model manifested, bringing a distortion of mental energy that seemed to stimulate the empty spell slots, making them even more thirsty.

He watched as the spell model continued to rise.

Suddenly, a spell name popped into Luger's mind.

After deciding on the temporary spell slots, he would often speculate about what his spells would be in the dead of night, making inferences and fantasies based on the chosen spells. Naturally, this involved naming the spells, and he even prepared a backup name for each fantasy.

The name that came to mind was one of the ones he was quite satisfied with.

A single-circle compound spell, the stingy fallacy magic.

The spell model trembled violently, its brilliance completely receding. After dimming for a moment, it slowly emitted a softer glow that harmonized more with the entire mental space, truly like a star, echoing the light on the zero-ring spell slot.

Ruger involuntarily closed his eyes, experiencing a profound sense of spiritual fulfillment.

It elevated his entire spirit and energy.

Although he wanted to remain humble, he knew that at this moment, he was truly different.

Compared to his previous self, he had reached a completely new level. It wasn't about increased strength, longer lifespan, or even a simple increase in mental power, nor the ability to master new spells. Everything was not an addition to the foundation, but rather a step into a different realm. Ruger pondered deeply, and to use a somewhat inappropriate description, he felt as if he had become a new species in that instant.

That seems to be a misconception that every wizard who advances to the next level experiences.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing up in the center of the magic circle.

Countless fluffy things were flying around him, singing and dancing merrily.

The large magic stones placed at the nodes of the magic circle are turning into fine dust, slowly disappearing and tilting as the breeze stirred up by the spirit hairs.

(End of this chapter)