Dark Eldar

"Young mage, if I were you, I would cherish my time. Whether it's leveling up or crafting equipment, do it early, don't waste your precious youth. Although we are considered by most to be the longest-lived, you'll truly understand when you reach my age. Every word I say is true." —Otherworldly Discipline 8811133, uploaded by Elder Yin Na (Level 103 Warlock)

Recently, Edward III, residing in this other world, has not neglected his cultivation. He has been studying the "Otherworldly Commandments," especially the "words" of all the sorcerers, which he has recorded. Whether renowned or unknown...

"The warlock profession is really strange. No wonder nobody practices it anymore," Edward muttered to himself on the top floor of the Scholar's Magic Library. He went up so high to avoid being disturbed by anyone, including Elder Schopenhauer and Elder Sun Yun. (The recent battle situation is stable; the Dark Legion and the Dragon Clan are firmly restrained, and the rebels have disintegrated and fallen apart.)

Elder Sun Yun is now in quiet contemplation and meditation. He has already "let go" of Edward's responsibilities (letting things take their natural course). Otherwise, Edward wouldn't have dared to act rashly at the crucial moment of the intermediate exam, changing his profession to "Warlock," a completely decadent and outdated profession...

Olga City, the most dilapidated of the six major cities in the multiverse. The former warlock kingdom! It has yet to be restored or rebuilt. (Funding is never in place; low-level warlocks only reach the intermediate level before their progress plateaus. The SS guild's treasury is nearly empty...)

Edward III continued diligently searching through the tomes. Even the intermediate warlock's "skill book" was incomplete (the warlock's tome had been extensively "burned" during the "30-version censorship" and the "Dark Eldar punishment incident"! Thinking back, that was a long time ago! Edward III hadn't been born yet, and Schopenhauer was 13). To put it bluntly, now, the "warlock," this "marginal profession," although "unbanned," lacked mentors, class trainers, and "matching" skill books (the "test mode" and "SS-related resources" weren't updated), plus Edward's awkward level of 65 for "job change"...

"Stop overthinking! Quick! Release me and we'll just fight!!" Edward's warlock pet, Cyclops, was "shouting"! Edward's consciousness told him to "shut up immediately!" Lately, whenever Edward hesitated, he was always "invaded" by "BB's" consciousness. Cyclops was, after all, a demigod, not easy to control. Although weakened (by a magical contract), Edward had to find a high-level spellbook to restrain him as soon as possible...

"Relying on the old methods to get skill books from elite monsters is no longer realistic. Unless the monster is a warlock. It's difficult to even find a few warlocks among the heroes these days; most are still novice warlocks... Sigh, what should I do?" The exceptionally intelligent Edward was perplexed. He felt he hadn't considered things carefully enough back in the Void Rift. "Perhaps there are other ways to advance? Unfortunately, it's too late now. I'm confident I can break the mold and learn from Loki. I'll become the top warlock!" (Hero Ranking: Edward is already considered an "elder" among warlocks...)

Edward extinguished the oil lamp and prepared to go downstairs. He wanted to go to the ruins—the city of Olga.

"Elder Schopenhauer... I..." Edward was about to speak in the temple hall when Schopenhauer interrupted him.

"Don't waste your time, Edward. There's nothing there. Not even where you're headed. In Borta, the Otherworldly Library has everything. As for warlocks? Thousands of years ago, they probably had everything... Come! Child, try what I say. Edward, it might help you." Elder Schopenhauer generally never instructed any mage, except for his chosen disciples. Schopenhauer was very busy; he was the Supreme Elder, and he wouldn't even acknowledge a mage apprentice who showed the slightest disdain for "talent."

"Thank you, Professor Schopenhauer!" Edward politely changed his address. (Elder Schopenhauer could often pinpoint the crux of any problem with a single sentence; his title was "The Enlightener." He truly deserved to be the beloved student of Grand Elder Joseph.)

Edward desperately needs a high-level sorcerer's "skill book" right now. If he continues practicing his old, low- and mid-level skills, the Cyclops will keep him up at night complaining about it... (Baby's backlash)

The next day, the weather in this other world was clear and sunny. Almost every day in this other world was like this—sunny. (When rain was needed in this other world, water mages would cast spells, and ice elders would assist them.)

Edward was in a great mood today! He followed the steps Elder Schopenhauer had instructed him to take yesterday. "After adjusting my mood, I first steadily unleashed the 'One-Eyed Demigod'!"

"Wow! It's so bright! I haven't been in the sun in ages! What? Going to battle again? What monster are we going to kill today to practice our skills?" The Cyclops complained, stretching. His eyeballs darted around, as if he could see everything through one eye... see right through Edward's thoughts... (Confidential)

"What you said is all in the past, Kiklopp. I need to fight monsters with you calmly. If either of us is in a bad mood, we'll get 'Soul Lash'! I didn't expect the Warlock class to be so troublesome... No wonder nobody plays it anymore," Edward blurted out again.

"Hey! Mortal! What can I say about you! You've gone back on your word, haven't you? You're trying to maintain some kind of balance, aren't you? Look at me! I know more than you do. Too bad you won't live as long as I will. After you die, I'll be free!" The Cyclops was indeed a difficult opponent. He knew everything. A dilemma facing Edward was: "How do I befriend this rude giant?"

Benjamin had actually realized this long ago. He originally intended to control this special "BB" like he would control "slaves" or "ape-men," but he was completely wrong, and underestimated the Cyclops's weakened "level." (Even after being weakened, the Cyclops's level was still displayed as 500. Whether it could actually reach level 600 was, by the current algorithm of this other world, already "off the charts.")

"Forget it, let's go somewhere less crowded. I'm feeling pretty awkward too. You're so big, the other junior brothers are all secretly watching us. Didn't you notice? Big guy?" Edward asked for his opinion.

"Yes, I'll listen to you this time. I don't like being watched either. We're quite similar in that respect," Kiklops replied. The demigod had long been tired of this world, and of the generations of people and elves that had lived there. He had no interest in orcs, dwarves, werewolves, or anything like that.

"Are you hungry?" Edward asked, feigning gentleness, in the empty field.

"Oh! Please don't do that!" Kiklops shook his head.

"Just speak normally! I've already been weakened, so I'm not hungry. If you want, you can get me some bananas. You don't need to use that skill that keeps me pinned down; it's useless. I don't need to run!" (According to the beginner and intermediate warlock skill books, it is indeed necessary to pin down the pet before moving to prevent "escape")

"Alright, I believe you. We can always summon again," Edward said. (Each summon requires one high-grade "Native Crystal")

"You call yourself a high-level mage? 300 yards? You can feel it for yourself! I think we can cover 300 yards without any problem, don't mention others! I know the usual limit is 150 yards, but I have that ability. Try it if you don't believe me..." Kiklops said proudly.