Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 447 Change and Impermanence

Ruger looked at it with great interest. This spellbook actually contained the incantation and casting gestures for the fireball spell, and there was more than one. He could feel the pursuit and obsession of this copyist of the Temple of Knowledge with the so-called romanticism of wizards. At the same time, the Temple of Knowledge probably allowed him to do this because it did not want these things to disappear completely.

Ruger carefully examined the three spells of varying lengths and the two spell-casting aids, and found them quite interesting.

Those incantations, whether long or short, and the gestures, all have the effect of calming the mind and helping to more stably empower the spell model. In the case of the fireball spell, they also have the effect of coordinating and stabilizing the fireball's formation. In fact, the root still lies in the mind. Feel a wonderful rhythm in the incantations and gestures to achieve harmony between the mind and the spell's execution.

I had secretly glanced at the Blood of Loyalty spell twice before, but I didn't look at the rest.

This was the first time Ruger had truly witnessed the spell model of a first-circle spell. Zero-circle spells typically had around twenty nodes in their spell model, while the first-circle spell Fireball had one hundred and nineteen nodes. Of course, having modified the Demon Body spell, Ruger no longer placed much emphasis on the number of nodes in a spell's model; he had gained a deeper understanding of its nuances.

As Luger thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at the first-circle composite spell, the spell model of the stingy Fallen Magic.

After counting, there were a total of 159 nodes, but something felt off. I entered a meditative state. Those 159 nodes were only the visible ones. Like the art of stinginess, there were also hidden nodes, but there were only 20 of them. Those hidden nodes were like reflections in a mirror or the moon in the water, elusive and untouchable. They were related to the visible nodes, but they were not simple mirror images. I needed to understand the rules and adjust the visible nodes to reflect them.

Ruger scratched his head, somewhat relieved that he didn't have to personally construct the Fallen Magic, otherwise he would have been quite busy.

After becoming a full-fledged wizard, he always felt that his mental strength was very powerful, but when faced with the spellbook of fireball, he found that he still needed some time to learn it and could not immediately grasp the changes in the spell model and construct it.

As for the three incomplete spellbooks, he has decided to study them after learning the Fireball spell.

He would occasionally have some inspiration while flipping through the spellbook on fireball.

He thought of the changes in his own magic.

I thought of foul-smelling skin, and of the miserly magic trick.

It even made the connection to the so-called spell sequence.

He longed to modify, or even create, spells that could utilize the malice stored within him.

Thinking of this, he used the Stingy Fall Magic again to examine himself.

The malice stored within the swirling patterns remains intact, undiminished by the passage of time, thus providing him with a guarantee for modifying or creating spells.

Luger happily dispelled the spell and looked down at the spellbook for the fireball spell again.

Suddenly, he noticed a gaze.

"Feel sorry."

Ruger said with a smile.

From the moment he started reading the book on fireball spells, his mental energy fluctuations and spell fluctuations never stopped, causing some noise from time to time.

“You know, I just got promoted, and I have so much to do,” Ruger said softly.

For the first time ever, Mahama rolled her eyes, then closed them again to rest.

But he soon opened his eyes again, staring straight at Ruger, the dimming firelight flickering on his large face.

What is it like to become a wizard?

Mahama suddenly asked a question that surprised Ruge.

Ruger put down the book and thought for a moment.

"The feeling is that nothing has changed..."

Ruger said from the bottom of his heart.

"Nothing's different from before. If I had to pinpoint something different, it would be that I'm now more clearly and truly aware of my own insignificance..." Ruger said earnestly with a smile. He himself understood that the change in his mindset was also closely related to the environment in which he was promoted.

Even the most clear-headed person, at the moment of life's leap, will experience a wondrous feeling from the instinct of life, influencing their mindset and immersing themselves in their own changes. At such times, some arrogant and conceited people will find it difficult to control their minds.

Mahama was visibly taken aback by Rug's words, perhaps he wanted to ask about something else, but he quickly realized what was going on, clearly recalling the scene Rug witnessed when he was promoted.

At the same time, what seemed like an irrelevant answer from Ruger could fill the gap in his doubts.

Mahama closed his eyes again to rest.

Ruger, on the other hand, decided to just read the book and not delve into any further research, so as not to unconsciously make any noise.

He watched it again without realizing it, thought about it for a moment, and then went to sleep.

He began a true sleep after his ascension to wizardry.

Actually, when he teased Mahama in a joking tone, he wasn't bragging. For example, he hadn't yet looked up the Black Book about the changes in the Magic Mark Meditation Technique after becoming a wizard, even though that book should have already turned to a new page.

Silent all night.

Due to the actions of the Wizard God, this corner of the small Chaotic Star Sea can no longer normally receive the light of sunrise.

The crumbling Tianzhu Mountain seemed to have only coughed once, barely any better than the darkness of night.

Luger woke up and stretched.

Suddenly his body began to change, and a fluffy doll emerged from his chest, accompanied by some spirit hair.

Ruger's eyes widened. This was the first time he had ever encountered a partially inverted hourglass malfunctioning. He observed it curiously for a while and found that about a third of the hourglasses were malfunctioning, including the special large hourglass of the Blood Curse Doll. The crucial moment was about to begin. The hourglasses inverted again, and the Blood Curse Doll seemed even more eager than him, looking angry as if it wanted to prove that it was no less than those furry creatures. It flapped its little legs and suddenly plunged back into the fur on his chest.

The inversion was successful again, and the slightly altered shape transformed back into a puppy-headed man.

"very funny."

The wizard Zorn's voice came from the side.

Ruger greeted him with a smile.

He suddenly noticed that Mahama looked at the wizard Zorn's chest hair, then stared at the downy hair on his chest. The guy seemed to have some wonderful misunderstanding. Even the way the wizard Zorn looked at him was a little different. This drunkard had teased him earlier when he saw his robes torn open, wondering if his teacher had made him try a similar path, and he had said it with a little excitement.

"This carriage is very nice."

Zorn approached the carriage and reached out to touch the silver metal carriage, whereupon a surge of mental energy emanated from him.

This handsome carriage was somewhat awkward, to be precise. When Ruger first arrived on the island, he felt that only one carriage was moving, and there was no horse pulling it.

"Then let's ride it to the wedding! Hmm, let me take a look..."

As he spoke, Zorn waved his hand and pulled a horse-shaped demon from his chest, with wings burning with black flames on its back.

After the horse-shaped demon appeared, it grumbled unhappily under command, but still obediently crawled to the front of the carriage on its own.

As Ruger watched the wizard Zorn examine the carriage with satisfaction, he couldn't help but recall his words from the previous night.

Now that he has become a full-fledged wizard, he can sense more clearly that this horse-shaped demon is at least at the level of a second-circle wizard.

(End of this chapter)