What kind of wizard are you if you don't have any entries?

About two hourglasses (half an hour) later.

In the rather narrow mountain path, Weilin glanced at the preparations he had made and let out a soft breath.

"Even if we can't defeat that black monster treasure chest, we can still retreat with ease. If we can win, that would be even better."

Having arrived in this wizarding world and never having fought any monsters before, Valin naturally had to make thorough preparations.

From his elevated position, Vilin surveyed the surroundings.

Under the dark red light, amidst the misty haze, surrounded by witch trees on all sides, he was now atop a steep stone peak deep within the [Old Witch Forest].

"The landing spots for my silver and gold tier entries are indeed good, but it will be quite difficult to reap any rewards from them."

Withdrawing his gaze, Weilin walked towards the mountaintop platform.

After finding a good spot, he began to silently chant a spell to condense the magic [Tentacle Missile] as his mental tentacles waved rhythmically.

By stacking multiple spells, one can achieve the effect of accumulating power in a spell, thereby increasing its destructive force.

A crimson missile, the size of a head, was quickly assembled.

The next moment, the tentacle missile flashed by and landed in a shadowy corner.

"boom--"

The deafening roar of the missile explosions was like thunder, particularly jarring in the quiet Old Wizard Forest.

Just as Vilin was preparing the spell and estimating the potential damage,

"Click-clack..."

A strange sound, like the meshing of some kind of gears, came from the air.

From the shadows beneath the rocks, the massive mimic emerged, its pale gold shield on the verge of breaking.

Magic Shield!

This scene caused Weilin's expression to darken slightly.

"How come this mimic has this kind of ability?!"

Just then, a bloody tentacle, as thick as an arm and about two meters long, lashed out at the mimic.

Peng——

The already shattered magic shield broke apart, and the tentacles lashed out at the mimic's body, causing it to emit a strange, clattering sound, which also thoroughly enraged it.

"Click-clack..."

The mimic opened its massive maw, full of fangs, and roared.

With that astonishingly large maw of treasure chest, Verin estimated that he could easily swallow it whole.

If the opponent gets close enough to bite you, you will either die or be maimed.

The massive mimic ignored the tentacles that were whipping it and headed straight for Valin.

"Damn it, who said mimics aren't intelligent!"

Verin anticipated the mimic's route and released tentacle missiles once more.

boom!

The tentacle missile landed squarely on the mimic.

This halted the mimic's charge.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The tentacle missiles continued to lash out at the mimic.

For an ordinary human, a single blow from Valin's tentacles could take half their life.

But this mimic is incredibly tough and resilient.

Despite the missile explosions and tentacle lashes, it continued its charge towards Verin, and its speed was not slow.

After being hit by another round of tentacle missiles.

The mimic rushed to the spot where Verin was standing.

As we all know, the mimic has no legs and moves forward by wriggling its body.

Therefore, in areas with terrain differences, the mimic usually cannot reach it.

Using a terrain bug to clear the Mimic without taking damage is a common trope in many Wizarding Journey stories.

However, the massive mimic guarding the Golden Spring taught Verin another harsh lesson.

With a powerful leap, the mimic slammed its body against the rock wall and charged towards the top of the four- or five-meter-high wall, baring its teeth.

"How can this thing climb walls?!"

There was no time to cast a spell, so Vilin jumped toward the steep rock face to the side.

The mimic, which had already climbed up, was making a clicking sound as it relentlessly pursued Verin.

Its jumping ability is no less than that of Vailin, and coupled with its ability to adhere to the rock face, it was already very close to Vailin after a few jumps on the steep rock pillars.

After circling around and creating some distance, he slid down the sloping rock face, and then Verin felt a burning pain in his buttocks and thighs.

But Verin had no time to check his injuries, as the mimics were already upon him, and he could even smell the fishy stench of the mimics' mouths.

Despite the pain, Verin ran towards the ambush point that had been prepared beforehand.

Just as I rounded the corner and stood still, the mimic with its gaping fangs and enormous mouth caught up with me.

"Click-clack..."

The clattering sound was like the grinding of gears, as if a colossal steel beast was about to chew up Verin.

【Soul Whip】

The prepared curse fell heavily upon him.

"Click-clack..."

The treasure chest made a strange noise, trembled, and froze in place.

At the same time, seven or eight scarlet tentacles on the left and right rock walls began to lash out violently like a storm.

For a moment, the crackling and popping sounds were incessant.

During the preparations, Verin had already selected this narrow, hidden passage and planted seven or eight scarlet tentacles on both sides.

Lure the mimic over and use the [Soul Lash] spell to control its attacks, then unleash a fierce spell attack.

Verin's tactics were undoubtedly very effective.

The controlled mimic was being relentlessly whipped by the crimson tentacles, and a mixture of blood and slime kept gushing out from its wounds.

As the crimson tentacles attacked, the rock walls on both sides were also accidentally damaged, and some rock fragments were sent flying.

The power of the bloody tentacles is not weak.

However, this dark, treasure chest monster was exceptionally tough and thick-skinned, emitting strange, cracking roars as it stubbornly endured the beatings and tried to wriggle away.

"Could this guy be a treasure chest boss?!"

This scene caused Verin's eyes to twitch violently.

But how could Valin let this little treasure chest boss escape?

His spiritual tentacles quickly reached out and pressed down on the mimic's head.

"Suck blood! Suck blood like crazy!"

With the mastery of the "Vampiric Touch," Vellin can not only suck the blood and drain the life force of his opponents, but also suppress them.

"Gurgle..."

The crimson blood mist was drawn in and pumped along the spiritual tentacles, and then quickly digested through Verin's palm.

The previously burning pain in my thighs and buttocks healed rapidly.

"This feeling of recovering from blood loss is so great!"

"Moreover, absorbing additional blood is equivalent to inhaling life force, which can put the body and mind into a state of excitement."

"No wonder vampires love to drink blood to recover; um... what an amazingly intoxicating feeling!"

Verin was enjoying the thrill of sucking blood.

The thick-skinned mimics fared much worse.

Its body alternated between spasms, convulsions, and trembling.

With the suppression of the Silver-tier Vampiric Affinity attribute from Valin, even a mini-boss-level Mimic would find it difficult to break free.

A good twenty or thirty breaths passed.

"Click-clack..."

After a violent shudder, the mimic suddenly opened its mouth, spewing out a large amount of bloody mucus, and then fell silent.

"call……"

"We've finally taken care of this big guy."

"With its thick skin and tough flesh, it's definitely a tanky mini-boss. Luckily, it got the lifesteal attribute this time, otherwise we really wouldn't have been able to deal with this guy."

"I wonder what good stuff this powerful mimic has inside."

Suppressing his discomfort, Verin began searching through the slime spit out by the mimic.

Among a pile of gears and clockwork parts, Verin quickly found his target.

These are mid-level wizard boots made of leather and metal, with a few small gears and wiring pipes on them.

【Gear Boots】+22% walking and running speed.

"Such powerful affix attributes!"

After seeing the entry for the sticky "Gear Boots" through the system, Verin couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.