I can optimize spell code

"Parsing failed?"

Luo Mu looked at the message and wasn't surprised.

As a programmer, he understood the system's meaning perfectly.

This is similar to trying to compile a piece of Python code using a C++ compiler. Without the corresponding environment packages and interpreter installed, it will definitely result in an error.

"It seems that decompiling the system is not a panacea."

The reason I was able to analyze the fire array before was because the original owner had been memorizing fire spells every day for the past ten years, and had subconsciously stored up a sufficient 'basic language library of fire elemental magic'.

Rom had no choice but to roll up the scroll and put it away. "It seems that if we want to decipher spells from other schools of thought, or more advanced codes, we must first learn and input a large number of the basic spells of that school. This requires someone to teach us, or a large collection of magic books to understand the underlying protocols."

Just then, a weak cough came from the corner of the stone house.

Hamelin has woken up.

Luo Mu immediately packed up all his belongings, got up, poured the prepared herbal soup into a bowl, and quickly walked to the bedside.

"Teacher, you're awake." Luo Mu helped the old monk up and brought him a steaming bowl of medicine. "The people in town gathered some medicine for you. It's just been brewed. Drink it while it's hot."

Hamelin leaned against the straw mat and, with some difficulty, drank the bowl of bitter herbal soup in one gulp.

Although his brow was furrowed from drinking, he still couldn't hold back his words: "Cough cough... Don't worry, I won't die! This little injury is nothing. Back when I was fighting the Frost Demon Wolves outside Red Dragon City, you were still wetting the bed!"

He wiped his mouth, his gaze sweeping over the large bag of herbs and dried meat in the corner, raising an eyebrow in surprise:

"Why did you take so much stuff? Even that stingy mayor wouldn't be willing to pull out this much at once, would he?"

While clearing away the dishes, Luo Mu casually replied, "Last night, the large fire-gathering array in town malfunctioned, and the fire almost went out. The townspeople were in a panic. I happened to be passing by and, based on my memory of watching you repair arrays, I helped them fix it."

"What?!"

Hamelin's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he heard that.

Ignoring the pain in his chest, he propped himself up and sat up.

"You fixed the great formation for them?! Are you crazy?! That's an ancient artifact left behind by a high-level formation master. The circuits inside are incredibly complex. Even I can only carefully channel the magic power through the very surface layer! How could an apprentice like you possibly repair and ignite it again?!"

Seeing the old man's excited expression, Luo Mu had no choice but to resort to the pre-prepared explanation:

"Well... it's not that mysterious. It's just that you've maintained the formation so well, Teacher. When I went over to take a look, I found that the runes on a few of the array plates on the edge had been misaligned by the snow. So I rearranged those stones according to the directions you taught me before, and it lit up by itself."

"Realign the runes...?"

Hamelin stared at Rom, it sounded utterly absurd.

But then I thought about it again. This kid does watch me draw every day, so maybe he just got lucky and managed to connect the broken surface circuit.

The old mage nodded with some skepticism, let out a long sigh, and lay back down: "You're lucky, kid, you weren't harmed by the magic of the formation."

That night, all was quiet outside the woods.

A warm and stable fire array burned fiercely inside the stone house, and the frenzied magical beasts, under the intimidation of the magical flames, no longer made any noise.

Nourished by herbs and a trace of magic, Hamelin, covered in sweat from the heavy clothing, fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

When Hamelin opened his eyes again, he felt much lighter and the sharp pain in his chest had lessened considerably.

He tilted his head slightly and saw Rom sitting on a rock.

By the faint light of the fire-gathering array, Rom was intently staring at his well-worn parchment magic notebook, muttering incantations to himself.

Seeing this scene, Hamelin felt a surge of inexplicable relief.

"This kid... not only did he not abandon me in the face of life and death, but he also has such amazing comprehension and hard work."

Hamelin's eyes welled up with tears. After all these years, he had finally found a worthy disciple to whom he could entrust his mantle!

He sat up, coughed twice in a mock stern manner, and chuckled, "You little rascal, stop peeking at my notes! Magic isn't something you can really improve on by just messing around and memorizing things. Come here, I'll teach you myself today!"

Upon hearing the sound, Rom closed his note and turned around.

Hamelin cleared his throat, adopting the demeanor of a strict teacher: "I specialize in fire magic. Fire is the most violent and destructive of all elements. Today, I will first teach you the most basic and practical fire spell, [Fireball]."

The old man pointed to the space between his eyebrows and said earnestly:

"Spellcasting isn't just about reciting incantations. You must first begin with 'perceiving the elements,' using your mind to soothe those raging fire elements, then condense them in the void... Watch closely!"

Although Hamelin was weak, he felt that his magic had recovered a little after a nap.

He decided to give Rom a demonstration, so he picked up the old oak staff by the bedside, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and began to chant the incantation rapidly.

A full ten seconds passed before the incantation was complete.

The light at the tip of the staff flickered, and finally, the free fire elements in the air were slowly drawn in and condensed into a fist-sized orange-red fireball.

"See that? That's the Fireball spell."

However, before the fireball could stabilize completely, Hamelin suddenly coughed violently, his magic faltered, and the fireball burst into sparks with a "poof".

"Teacher, are you alright?" Luo Mu quickly stepped forward.

"It's alright... I just wanted to show you how difficult it is to control!"

Hamelin waved his hand, then took the opportunity to issue a stern warning:

"Although the Fireball spell is basic, it is much more difficult than a fixed fire array! Because it requires you to control its shape and stability while moving!"

When I was an apprentice, it took me three whole months of arduous practice to be able to roll a perfect circle, and I could easily burn myself if I wasn't careful. You must not be impatient; you must practice diligently!

The old mage paused, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes: "A skilled mage can master even the most basic spells! The more fire element you can control, the larger the fireball you gather, the more powerful it becomes..."

Before Hamelin could finish speaking, he suddenly froze, nearly dropping his staff.

"Teacher, is that right?"

Following the sound, they saw Romu sitting cross-legged on the ground in an extremely relaxed posture, without even holding his staff.

Above Rom's outstretched palm, a fireball larger than a basketball was floating!

"..."

Hamelin rubbed his eyes hard to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

His own student, without any guidance from a staff, and without even hearing a single syllable of the spell, effortlessly conjured a large fireball out of thin air?!

Moreover, the fireball was so stable that not even a single extra spark was thrown out.

Hamelin felt his head buzzing and the world spinning, as if he were dreaming.

He couldn't help but begin to seriously doubt his life: Had he been learning the wrong magic teaching materials all these decades? Or had he taught the wrong people?

However, Rom, sitting on the ground, seemed completely oblivious to his teacher's disheveled expression. He remained intently focused on the fireball in his hand, as if studying a work of art.

In fact, Rom had spent the last night studying the code for the Fireball spell in his notes.

With the same recipe and the same flavor, after removing the tedious "ancient praises," "unwavering prayers," and "useless glowing" code, he used the minimalist [F+ language] to compress this mountain of code, which originally required 12 points of computing power, to only 2 points of computing power.

"Not only is it instantaneous, but it also consumes very little energy. It's truly a basic spell with an extremely high cost-performance ratio," Rom thought to himself in admiration.