Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 265 The Demon Eye, Book Gift

Invitation letter with blood-stained needle (red)

Type: Special

Item Effect: Absorbs player blood. When the user is trapped within a dungeon, they can stain the invitation with blood, modifying the reward content, automatically generating an invitation projection, placing it in the Comprehensive Network Time-Space Slice Collection Library, and immediately entering the gacha pool.
Description: A distress beacon sent with the blood of despair calls upon fellow beings throughout the multiverse. With enough sacrifice, no matter the predicament, one will eventually receive divine intervention.

Lin Bo took the object out of his backpack and examined it carefully. It was a palm-sized, shiny silver fountain pen with a hollow needle at the top for writing and a coin-sized, disc-shaped blood collection sac at the end.

This blood-soaked needle is a magical artifact, belonging to a special type of item, just like the invitation coloring agent.

Lin Boneng could sense the material used to forge this object and could vaguely hear the echoes of magical energy contained within it, but the Bloodstained Needle was connected to something deeper, and his limited sensory abilities could not detect its existence at all.

After all, it was something directly related to the current version of the Comprehensive Network, and Lin Bo didn't expect to be able to follow the clues and uncover the essence of the Comprehensive Network.

Currently, his sensory range, encompassing the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, is ultimately too limited. The infinite scenery of the universe, both macroscopic and microscopic, is like a long river, while he resides on a reef in the river, and what he sees and hears is limited to the small area around him.

To ascend to the status of an ancient saint, one must at least further break through the sensory limitations of a mortal body and perceive things that are more subtle, grand, deeply rooted, and inconceivable than those of dragons.

After putting away the Bloodstained Needle, Lin Bo looked through the other dropped items. The white-quality Sky Island Guardian Shield was nothing special; it would sell for about a dozen Disaster Coins.

Blue and purple quality spell scrolls are quite good; any class can use them to cast spells. He already recognizes and has mastered the magical runes inscribed on them, and he has also seen the incantations.

Since neither of these scrolls is connected to the magic network, and they consume the magic energy stored in the ink and paper, plus the continuous erosion from the power runes, Lin Bo judges that the shelf life is about three years. In order to avoid depreciation before the expiration date, it is better to sell them as soon as possible.

Finally, he took out a jet-black red headband from his backpack. Two magical metals twisted in a spiral, with a dark obsidian-green spherical bead embedded in the center. A vertical line ran down the center of the bead, resembling a long, pale pupil.

Devil's Eye Forehead Ring (Light Gold)
Type: Handicraft product/Alchemy product/Enchantment product

Weight: 1.2 kg
Equipment Effects: Grants the wearer Demon Vision, allowing them to see through magical darkness and discern hidden magical auras; constant [Detect Invisibility]; constant ten-foot range [Telepathy]; ten [Mind Detection] attempts per day; a Willpower check is performed every six hours, and failure results in minor Mind Damage.

Description: A tiara forged in the flames of the abyss from the eye of a great demon, it was a treasure never parted from the leader of Heaven. When his skull was cleaved open by a saw, it returned to the abyss. When the wearer enters certain environments, there is a chance to attract the attention of the concept of the [Endless Abyss] in the multiverse.

Beware the thoughts in your mind, always remain loyal, for the great Emikodo is watching you. — Sky Island City slogan

Don't be scared by the item descriptions, folks. Being followed by the Abyss isn't a big deal. I've been living just fine all these years, haven't I? — Abyss Floor 458 Lord - Soul Calamity - Ziobis (Top comment on the web) (99k+ likes)
Lin Bo listened to the monstrous whispers of the demon eyeball forehead ring and the corrupted chants of the demon's evil power, carefully discerning the series of forbidden runes engraved on the ring.

He had no reservations or prejudices about learning magical languages. The mental barrier could resist distortion and corruption, and prevent mental harm. Even forbidden words were studied very diligently by Lin Bo.

He secretly envisioned that he might follow the design of this headband in the future, using the eyeballs of various powerful creatures to create enchanted artifacts, which he would then install on the mage's face to enhance his field of vision and allow him to see more of the universe.

However, to achieve such an effect, one must be extremely proficient in enchanting. Not only must one be proficient in various magical languages ​​and awaken the potential of the eyes of various creatures, but one must also use appropriate incantations to harmonize and combine their powers.

Lin Bo felt that he still lacked experience. If this idea could be implemented, each key step could lead to the publication of an academic paper, which would amaze his peers in the online community.

Having put away the demonic forehead ring, he had rested quite well and returned to his desk to continue working on the consciousness transfer surgery.

Before she knew it, dawn broke, and the morning light streamed in through the window. The halfling emerged from her sleeping bag, rubbing her eyes as she greeted, "Good morning, Mage Brother." With a droopy face, she pulled out her wand and flicked it. The sleeping bag on the ground automatically curled into a ball, creating a floating pool of water out of thin air. She washed her face and brushed her teeth, then lightly tapped her forehead with her wand, and her loose hair automatically tied into a small braid.

She yawned, lit the stove, and began to cook breakfast.

Half an hour later, Lin Bo was able to share the chef's skills: warm chicken soup stewed with flatbread and refreshing pickled vegetable strips.

"Thank you very much." The monk washed the bowl and spoons and bowed to the halfling.

[Frosty Soup Stew Pot] still waved its hand, refusing to accept.

Lin Bo pondered for a moment, then put down his studies and chatted with his teammate, a Wild Warlock, about more knowledge in the field of magic.

"If you don't mind, you can read this book. The Word of Power is very helpful for natural spellcasters. Even if you are out of the magic network, you can still cast spells with the magic energy flowing in your blood."

Lin Bo made a player trade with [Frosty Stew Pot], giving her a thick textbook as a gift.

The halfling held the translated text in his hands; the cover read: "The Language of Gudorei".

She was taken aback. She was familiar with this basic and general magical term, but she had never seen any book use it as its name before. It was so plain and unemphasized.

Unfold the page to view the spell runes. Each page contains six or seven spell words written on special stickers. The meanings and pronunciations are clearly marked, and the methods for understanding them are explained in detail. There are also practical example sentences of spells.

What's even more remarkable is that the content progresses from simple to complex in a step-by-step manner, and is extremely well-organized, rather than being a mechanical compilation.

On the online trading platform, each Ancient Dorre rune is quite valuable. [Frost Stew Pot] roughly estimates that this book contains several thousand Power Words, which is worth millions of Cataclysmic Coins.

The halfling stammered, "It's...it's too valuable, I can't accept it. Brother Mage, you must have signed a confidentiality agreement when you bought it, right? This is too dangerous..."

Lin Bo waved his hand gently, "It's alright. I have the right to decide where it belongs. You can keep it as you like, or you can teach it to others as you wish."

The Wild Warlock had almost no ability to think anymore. For the next few hours, he stared blankly at the Beacon Apprentice's introductory textbook, squatting in place like a little wooden puppet.

Lin Bo was still quietly studying at his desk when the halfling suddenly leaned over and stammered, "Brother Mage, could this masterpiece... be one you wrote?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the halfling felt as if the books in her arms weighed an immense weight. Her legs went weak and she collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed for a moment, then forced a bright smile, stood up, and bowed deeply to the person in front of her.

"Thank you, Master. I will definitely study hard and will not let you down!"

"Okay." Lin Bo smiled and nodded.

(End of this chapter)