Chapter 22 The Beginning of Chaos
Fourth level wizard apprentice.
Still on drugs.
But no matter what, Ronan is now a serious intermediate wizard apprentice and rune master.
Recalling the miserable situation when I first crossed over a few months ago, it was like a dream.
"The medicine cannot be stopped."
After experiencing the feeling of a sudden increase in experience bar, it is very difficult to continue leveling up step by step.
After all, it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
The key is, Ronan feels that he can indeed continue to smoke, and there is no problem at all.
“The biggest disadvantage of taking mental power auxiliary medicine is that the mental power stimulated and enhanced by the medicine is not pure and will be mixed with many impurities.
Generally speaking, after taking the concentration potion for the second time, the mental power will enter a 'plateau period' where the growth is suspended. "
"At this stage, ordinary meditation no longer has obvious effects. Meditation will no longer increase mental power. It is even possible that mental power will decline after meditation."
"This is a process of self-refining of mental power after taking medicine and eliminating impurities."
This is what the shopping guide at the pharmacy told him when he was buying the concentration potion.
But.
“Why don’t I have this problem?”
Ronan was a little confused.
After taking the concentration potion twice, his mental power continued to increase during meditation.
"Is it because I am gifted? Or is it because I have reached an expert level in basic meditation?"
Ronan felt that it was most likely the latter.
Maybe it has something to do with his practice of [Ascetic Exercise].
The practice process of [Ascetic Exercise] is really painful. It hurts and my spirit and will are being tempered.
A very reasonable explanation.
It is precisely because of the rapid growth of mental power that Ronan has made rapid progress in [Ascetic Exercise]. He has immediately reached the proficiency level and is now trying the second posture in the booklet.
“Although the plateau is gone, drug resistance still exists.
The effect of taking it for the second time was obviously much worse, and it didn't even level up half a level.
The third time, the fourth time... the effect will become worse and worse.
It is said that many people have no effect at all after five times. "
"Hey, it doesn't matter, just drink it first, and then switch to a more advanced potion when it has no effect."
Ronan was quite unsophisticated about this. If he had the qualifications of his original self, he probably wouldn't be able to break through to the official wizard level even after practicing to death.
His own talent is poor, and if he does not rely on some external assistance, the gap between him and others will only widen.
[Energy Missile] After more than a month of intense practice, his proficiency level has risen by nearly 300 points.
This is an expert-level proficiency of 300. Every time you increase a point, you have to cast the spell two or three times, and even more after that.
After gaining 300 proficiency points a month, on average, Ronan would cast [Energy Missile] almost thirty times a day!
While taking into account rune engraving, body training and meditation, it can be seen how hard Ronan worked on this spell.
"Practice like this for another month, or at most two months, and the proficiency level of [Energy Missile] will be improved again."
Ronan was looking forward to this very much.
Expert-level [Energy Missile] can break the protective magic weapon of double runes. If it is improved, wouldn't its power be comparable to zero-level advanced spells?
Everything is worse than the same precision.
Ronan is not ready to learn more advanced attack spells now. If he has the skills, he might as well get [Energy Missile] to the full level first.
Unknowingly, we reached the entrance of the forest.
Ronan was about to step into the shade along the forest path, when suddenly, a gust of breeze blew.
The trees and grass leaves rustle. A yellowing oak leaf drifted past Ronan's eyes in the wind.
Ronan looked at the leaves slowly falling to the ground and suddenly woke up.
Autumn has entered Hoddam.
Dwarf market.
Ronan walked out of a shop specializing in wizard robes wearing a brand new gray robe, with a look of novelty and joy that had not faded yet.
He bought a new robe.
The serious wizard's robe cost him fifteen low-level magic stones. It was enchanted with two zero-level low-level runes [Cleaning] and [Constant Temperature]. It also gave him a beautifully crafted pointed wizard hat.
Adhering to the principle of not exposing his wealth, Ronan specially chose a robe that was similar in color and style to the original one. Most people would not be able to tell the difference and would just think that he had changed into a new ordinary robe.
“I don’t have to do the laundry myself anymore.
The [constant temperature] effect is just right for use in the coming winter.”
Ronan thought and looked up, only to see that the leaves of the champagne trees on both sides of the central street of the dwarf market had begun to turn slightly yellow.
The temperature is no longer as hot as before. Ronan, who practices physical training, is now particularly sensitive to this change in temperature.
Ronan shook the hem of his robe and walked out of the market.
This time he came here as before, selling engraved rune stones and purchasing some imprinting materials and daily necessities.
On the way to the market entrance, Ronan kept seeing well-dressed wizards whose temperament and conversation were obviously different from ordinary wandering wizards coming and going in and out of various shops.
"It seems that there are a lot more college wizards coming to the dwarf market to spend money recently than before."
Ronan even saw several high-level wizards with stern expressions and exuding a compelling aura, as if they had invisible auras, walking hurriedly on the street.
Those who can give people this feeling are basically ninth-level wizard apprentices who have transformed their spiritual power and have almost half-stepped into the official wizard door.
This kind of character is rarely seen in the market.
Although he was a little puzzled, Ronan didn't take it too seriously. He guessed that there might be some group activities at Hoddam Wizarding Academy recently.
I heard that the academy wizards will hold internal competitions every once in a while. This is not only to test the school's cultivation, but also to hone the combat abilities of the academic wizards so that they will not become rusty.
After all, many college wizards have been immersed in research for many years because of their favorable conditions and do not have to go out and work hard for a few resources. Some exaggerate and even forget the spells they have mastered long ago.
"Is it possible that the academy will hold some big competition soon?"
Ronan made wild guesses.
This matter naturally has nothing to do with him being a small fourth-level wandering wizard apprentice who has just climbed out of the food and clothing line. He just wants to gossip.
After leaving the door of the dwarf market, Ronan thought about where to go next.
"It's still early. Let's go to the wizard market and then find a restaurant for dinner?
The thin pies and vanilla pudding in that restaurant last time tasted pretty good. You can go there again."
Just as he was thinking about it, Ronan suddenly noticed that a lot of people seemed to have gathered at the entrance of the town, and there were still people pouring in that direction.
Everything was still normal when I came in the morning.
Ronan's eyes flashed and he also walked towards where the crowd was gathering.
In the process, he listened to the comments of people around him, and words including "black robe", "conflict", "official wizard" and "academy genius" kept pouring into his ears.
When they finally reached the densest part of the crowd, Ronan found that everyone was looking up in one direction.
He looked up and his pupils quickly contracted.
I saw a tall wooden stake erected at the entrance and exit of the town.
At the top of the wooden stake, a horrifying corpse wearing a black robe and covered in blood was nailed there.
Someone in the crowd sighed deeply and whispered in a heavy tone.
"The wizards of the Dark Witch Land are launching an invasion. Hoddam, chaos is about to begin!"
(End of chapter)