A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 217 Fingel Advances to Arcane Master

As a creature of the spirit world, the Shadow Bookworm may look like a book, but it is very different from a normal book.

The entire book is encased in a chitinous shell without a single gap; in other words, there is no place to open it.

Fingel wondered if it was just his imagination, but he had a feeling that the book was trembling and hadn't recovered yet.

On second thought, this was a spirit life bestowed by Mr. Fool. No matter what, since it had passed through Mr. Fool's hands, a spirit life, being a life, would definitely be afraid of Mr. Fool.

It would be strange if this thing wasn't afraid of Mr. Fool.

Never mind, advancement is the priority. Fingel had already set up the Spirit Wall during the bestowal ceremony and began to mix the prepared dragon blood materials.

Soon, a bottle of brightly colored, rainbow-like potion appeared before Fingel's eyes. The potion was so bright and distinct, yet it seemed to contain a wealth of information flowing between each layer of color.

Fingel strictly followed the promotion ceremony, first writing a memo and patiently waiting for the bookworm in the shadows to recover.

After about five minutes, the eerie shadowy bookworm finally made a move, as if it had sensed that it was away from the Spirit Realm Ruler, and trembled very slightly.

The chitinous shell suddenly split open, just like a ladybug. Ladybug wings are usually tightly closed, and only open under special circumstances.

The Shadow Bookworm is like that, with its tightly sealed chitinous shell splitting open from side to side.

Yes, it doesn't open from left to right like a normal book, but splits open from the middle, and countless tiny, twisted words emerge.

The tiny characters were all unfamiliar to Fingel, who couldn't understand their meaning. The whole text was a faint black.

More and more tiny characters emerged, spontaneously sensing the deliciousness of knowledge, like a swarm of mosquitoes discovering prey and actively surrounding Fingel.

Seeing this, Fingel made no attempt to defend himself and quickly followed the ritual's instructions, allowing the 'text' to extract his knowledge. He then drank the potion, bit a corner of the paper, and his mind suddenly cleared.

Knowledge, knowledge beyond that of countless learned scholars, appeared deep within the mind as the potion was drunk.

It was incredibly attractive to him; so what was the meaning of "like" again?

Fingel suddenly couldn't understand it.

The tiny text surrounding Fingel constantly extracts Fingel's knowledge, only to return to the shadowy bookworm itself.

Inside, twisted characters that are different from their original shapes are formed.

Fingel, who was in the process of advancing, became more and more confused. He originally had the foundation of the corresponding knowledge and should have been able to easily understand these more advanced advanced knowledge.

The endless and mysterious knowledge deeply attracted his soul, but to his dismay, he suddenly couldn't understand it!

He suddenly found himself unable to understand even the most basic and profound knowledge. That sense of regret jolted him awake. Damn it, how did he end up like this?

When I was promoted, I almost got lost in the ocean of knowledge!

After regaining consciousness, Fingel quickly sensed his own condition and discovered that the arcane master's potion was analyzing his soul and body.

Whether it's the soul or the body, it seems to be transformed into twisted text like those of a shadowy bookworm, gradually analyzed by the potion into the most basic information.

Fingel was filled with lingering fear. If he had recklessly immersed himself in profound knowledge, he might have unknowingly failed to advance and become nothing more than a jumble of information.

Fortunately, with the help of the Shadow Bookworm ritual, he successfully regained consciousness, tried to bring his thoughts, which had been wandering into endless knowledge, back to his body, and tried to maintain his meditative state.

After many attempts, he finally felt his body again, and tried his best to control every tiny part of it, stabilizing his state and avoiding being completely analyzed.

The potion tried to be analyzed time and time again, but Fingel persevered each time. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, the potion became one with him.

"Hoo..." Fingel exhaled a large breath of stale air as he opened his eyes, still feeling lingering fear. That feeling was too terrifying.

The moment I regained consciousness, I realized my body had almost been broken down into information or something—the thought sent chills down my spine. Wait, something seems to have been forgotten? The ritual, right, what was the final step of the ritual again?

What are these little things around us?
Numerous tiny, distorted characters began to leave Fingel and return to the original book, which was half-hidden in the shadows.

Wait, what's that in its mouth? Fingel took the note and saw that it contained some basic information about the Shadow Bookworm. To retrieve the knowledge, he needed to kill it.

Fingel dared not be negligent and quickly dealt with the Shadow Bookworm, whose defenses were as fragile as books. Only then did the knowledge he had just forgotten return to his mind.

Once knowledge returned, Fingel realized how absurd the Shadow Bookworm was. He had gained a greatly enhanced memory during his Sequence 9 Reader period, but he never expected that he would still forget knowledge so easily.

After lost in thought for a while, Fingel went out to thank Chu Zihang before returning to quietly experience the abilities he gained after advancing to Sequence 5 Mystic Instructor.

First, learning and comprehension abilities are greatly enhanced; second, spirituality and physical constitution are also improved.

The core ability of a cryptic mentor lies in enhancing the imitation skills of a learned scholar, while its foundation remains the knowledge they themselves have acquired.

They can either imitate and use the extraordinary knowledge they have learned and analyzed, or they can evolve it in different ways based on the principles and their own ingenious ideas, creating all sorts of unique secret techniques of their own.

In short, while scholars could only be learned and imitate, esoteric masters can now innovate.

Finger suddenly felt neither tired nor sleepy, and many interesting ideas popped into his mind. He quickly took out several notebooks, thinking about how to create his own unique secret techniques.

On the other side, Chu Zihang also found Susie and indicated that Fingel had succeeded. The implication was that there was no need to restrain his classmate anymore, and he could go back to his room to try summoning the messenger.

Susie also sent Chen Motong a text message. Chen Motong then returned to his room, neither resting nor summoning the messenger, but instead gazing at the scenery outside the window at the first light of dawn.

It's barely dawn, should we go back?
Don't misunderstand, Chen Motong isn't homesick. She has never considered the Chen family as her home, and only feels disgust towards them, and even more hatred towards her so-called biological father.

It's clear that Chen Motong's thoughts were about whether or not to go back, rather than simply "going home".

Previously, for her own safety, Chen Motong could only use the excuse of enrolling in Kassel to stay away from the Chen family she disliked.

But things are different now. She is no longer the same as before; she is now a Sequence 5 Dream Walker, and the Chen family can no longer restrict her freedom or manipulate her life.

She could easily take revenge on Chen's father, using subtle methods such as hypnosis, psychological suggestion, and dream manipulation to unknowingly destroy the businesses and family that Chen's father valued.

Lost in thought, Chen Motong casually jumped onto the bed, trying to fall asleep, but various thoughts made it difficult for her to drift off.

"Never mind." She got up, put on her slippers, went out and bought two cans of beer, and chug them all the way back, calculating the distance and speed perfectly.

Just as I returned to my hotel room, I finished two cans of beer, casually tossed them into the trash can, lay down again, but still couldn't fall asleep.

She didn't believe in this superstition. With her Dream Walker ability activated, Chen Motong spent most of her time visiting and recording other people's dreams after her advancement.

She never actively indulged in her own dreams, but the images of her mother and her childhood self that she saw during her promotions always lingered in her heart.

That was the maternal love she had always lacked and never experienced.

She was terrified that if she saw it again, she would still be captivated by it and unable to let go.

That would undoubtedly make it easy to lose control, but today, back in the capital, she couldn't resist and still went into the depths of her subconscious.

I hope to see my mother one last time in the city where I was born.

To be immersed, to be immersed, to be immersed endlessly.

Deep within Chen Motong's subconscious, in that long-forgotten past, there was no mother, only her childhood self, locked in a laboratory, repeatedly being called that name—

"Answer, Friga III!"

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