Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

At this moment, the capital city is far from peaceful.

The magical fluctuations emanating from the direction of the cemetery, like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, rippled outwards in the perception of all sixth-order beings in the royal capital.

The aura of the Gluttony Vessel was made no attempt to conceal itself; its devouring power, carrying the stench of the abyss, was spreading from the suburban cemetery to the entire city in an almost provocative manner.

At this moment, such a major event had occurred in the capital, and it wasn't that no one knew about it. On the contrary, all the sixth-tier beings in the capital knew what was happening deep within the tomb area.

Mage Tower.

In the observation room at the highest point, which is always closed, the tower master stands by the window, his gaze sweeping across half of the capital's skyline and landing on the dark red magic clouds surging in the direction of the cemetery.

His assistant behind him asked in a low voice, "Lord Tower Master, should we send out an elite squad?"

The tower master didn't turn around; he gently shook his head: "Have you forgotten the characteristics of the Gluttony Vessel? The price of killing it is the loss of all memories. Who do you want me to send? Send a top-tier sixth-tier expert to his death, or send a small team to become its nourishment? Step down."

In the palace, in a quiet side hall deep within the royal palace, several royal attendants simultaneously opened their eyes. They exchanged a silent sensory signal across the layers of palace walls, then closed their eyes again, as if the life-or-death battle unfolding in the cemetery had nothing to do with them.

Carrosso stood atop the bell tower of St. George's Cathedral, gazing towards the cemetery, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Behind him stood two elderly men, also dressed in crimson cardinal robes, Noah and Felix.

"What an arrogant brat." Felix crossed his arms, his tone dripping with scorn. "He actually dares to dream of reclaiming the forbidden artifact by himself. I admit he does have some skill, but can a mere fourth-tier cultivator really take on something of this level head-on?"

At this point, Carroso also said disdainfully.

"Foolish man, the goddess will not protect him. The Gluttony Dish has already anchored his memories, and it will be no use no matter where he runs. He now only has two paths: either die at the hands of the Gluttony Dish, or barely shatter it in his dying struggle, and then have all his memories taken away by causality. Either way, it is good news for us."

Noah chuckled and said, "Unless Cecil is willing to sacrifice himself, then we'll stay here and wait for good news..."

The old swordsman stood atop the highest bell tower of the central church in the royal capital, the night wind ruffling his gray hair.

He gazed in the direction of the suburban cemetery, his grip on the sword tightening slightly, but he never took a step forward.

"You old codger, don't you really have any ideas at all?"

Beside him, Cecil wore a thick, dark cloak and looked paler than usual.

His gaze also fell in the direction of the cemetery.

"I believe in my disciples."

"You believe that nonsense!" The old sword saint's temper flared. "There are sixth-tier remains buried down there! Once that thing has devoured them, what will your disciple use to stop it? His head?"

The old swordsman stared at him for two seconds, then looked at the cemetery shrouded in black mist: "Can't we move that corpse?"

"It's completely anchored." Cecil slowly shook his head. "Once the causal lock of the Gluttony Vessel is complete, a bond at the level of rules will be formed between that remains and it. Unless someone can sever that bond at the level of causality, any external intervention will be twisted into nutrients for its evolution by the power of devouring. And among the sixth rank, no one can do that."

The old swordsman remained silent for a moment, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the sword bulging, but he eventually slowly loosened his grip.

"...So we're just supposed to stand here and watch?"

Cecil did not answer the question; he simply gazed in the direction of the cemetery and murmured something.

"My disciple is not someone who dies easily."

On the other side, inside the cemetery.

Listening to the filthy insults from the Gluttony Dish.

Wayne, on the contrary, smiled.

Seeing the smiling Wayne, the Gluttonous Dish felt disrespected and cursed even more fiercely.

"What are you laughing at? You're about to die and you're still laughing? You filthy, stupid, arrogant little priest! After I finish swallowing this corpse, I'm going to tear your memories off piece by piece, dip them in your poisonous liquid, and eat them clean, bite by bite! Eat them clean, you understand! You...you vermin! Trash! Moldy rotten vegetable leaves from the sewer!"

The panel quietly unfolded at that moment.

【The Plate of Gluttony: In-depth Analysis】

[Strength: Unknown.]

[Qualities: A mystery.]

[Note: Although as a forbidden object, it possesses the terrifying ability to devour memories, distort cognition, and alter causality, it has one major weakness—it's simply a bowl that loves cleanliness. Yes, you read that right. It has severe mysophobia.]

[Note 2: Actually, I could have kept this drawback a secret, since you've already figured out a solution.]

Just then, a slight shadowy ripple appeared about fifty paces behind Wayne.

Emily peeked halfway out of the shadows, her gaze sweeping over the densely packed corpses in the pit, her face showing shock.

"teacher!"

Wayne didn't turn around; he raised his hand and made a gesture to stop her in her direction.

"Don't come any closer, don't enter the cemetery area."

Emily abruptly stopped in her tracks.

"But sir..."

"obedient."

Emily stood there, her clenched fists trembling slightly, but she did not disobey Wayne's orders.

Wayne turned around to face the expanding aura in the center of the pit again, and then he took a deep breath.

Slightly separate your legs, lower your center of gravity, and slowly bring your hands together in front of you, palms facing each other.

He began to mobilize all the magic within him.

The magical circuits hummed within his body.

A water sphere materialized in his palm. Not the previous one, several meters in diameter. This sphere expanded at a speed far exceeding any previous spell, the surrounding air whistling sharply as magic was violently drawn away. Gravel and fallen leaves on the ground were whipped up and spun wildly in mid-air.

It has a diameter of ten meters.

Thirty meters in diameter.

Fifty meters in diameter.

The water sphere is still expanding.

Vayne hovered in mid-air, his magic power being rapidly drawn out, continuously expanding the water sphere.

Finally, a water sphere 100 meters wide was formed.

The laughter of the Gluttonous Dish still echoed above the pit.

"That's it? That's it? This is your strongest attack? A water ball that's only slightly larger? You've utterly disappointed me, you filthy little priest! I've told you a hundred times, this kind of low-level magic is useless against me, useless, don't you hear me?"

Wayne wiped the sweat from his brow and smiled. "Who said I was going to kill you with this water balloon?"