Wand Appearance System

Obviously, using a secondhand wand—especially one that had belonged to a dark wizard—was not a wise choice.

But that was not an ironclad rule for the Granger family.

In fact, their family had always had a tradition of using wands inherited from their ancestors.

The Plant Affinity talent was equally effective on wands made from wand wood.

For Grangers who had awakened Plant Affinity, the side effects of secondhand wands did not exist.

The reason Basil, before awakening his memories, had not been permitted by his grandmother to use the wands left by his father and grandfather—

was because he had not displayed the trait of commanding plants.

He simply was not harmed by them.

So, according to tradition, he should have gone to Ollivander to choose a wand that would "choose" him.

But his current financial circumstances did not allow for that.

As for this blackthorn wood wand—

according to the intricate rules of wand ownership, a conquered wand would usually submit to its new master.

Not to mention that he possessed the Plant Affinity talent.

If not for his lack of gems, using it to activate the Wand Appearance function would have been the right choice.

But in truth, Basil had not activated it immediately because of a lack of gems.

After killing Fenrir, he had gained 5,000 gems.

The reason he had not done so was that he worried whether the wand could no longer be changed afterward.

What he wanted was the wand that had been passed down through generations of the Granger family.

But his grandmother had magically locked it inside a quartz box.

He had been trying to figure out how to open it these past few days.

Until today, after resolving his doubts about magic power, he chose to accept his fate.

What mattered about the Wand Appearance System was the appearances themselves.

The bonuses were attached to the appearances, not the wand used as the base.

Once materialized, the uses of those wands bearing names such as Extraordinary Guide, Duel Master, Dragon Knight, Staff of Time, and Shadow of Obsidian would definitely not be as simple as they were in the game.

Perhaps the opportunity to take off lay with them!

So he could not delay any longer.

"Ticklish~" Rubbing the ear that Fanta had lightly pecked, Basil fed it another piece of dried rat.

Then, his right hand reached resolutely toward the blackthorn wood wand.

Whoosh!

Gems: 5932.432 (-2000)

The wand in his hand turned into blue motes of light and sank into his body.

His consciousness was pulled away, entering Hogwarts within his mind once more.

The Grimoire opened, and a wand appeared in its lower-right corner. Boom!

Magnificent, indescribable colors flashed before his eyes.

Wands of bizarre designs, surging with all sorts of powerful forces, appeared before him.

He reached out subconsciously.

As though enchanted, he moved toward the nearest Dragon Knight.

It was so beautiful. The flaws of blackthorn wood—its many branches and thorns—had instead been artistically incorporated into the wand.

Its handle resembled the roaring head of a dragon raised high, its black wood gleaming with a metallic luster.

Its fiery red shaft was covered in a black dragon spine filled with sharp thorns.

However—

Ding! Data missing. Consume 1,000 gems to reproduce?

As his hand drew closer, Dragon Knight's description appeared on his retina:

Fourteen inches, blackthorn wood, troll beard, extremely hard.

Born from the legend of the wizard King Arthur, it housed the great miracle of the Once and Future King ascending to rule Britannia.

The power of the King of Knights made the wand incomparably hard, tougher than gold and stone.

A red dragon's heartbeat pulsed within its core!

Your spells will be filled with the power of a red dragon, with scorching explosive force!

Bonus damage against dragons +50%

Fire spells +50%

Strength +10%

Critical hit +50%

Critical damage +10%

"Yes!" Basil gritted his teeth.

Whoosh!

Gems: 3932.441 (-1000)

A wand that seemed forged from metal, constantly radiating warmth, appeared in his hand.

The heavy heartbeat of the red dragon deep within the wand began to overlap with Basil's own.

In an instant, it felt as though a flame had been ignited in his heart.

The blood flowing through him grew thick, like scorching magma.

His muscles began to swell, and layers upon layers of scales flashed beneath his skin.

For a fleeting instant, his azure eyes seemed to turn into golden vertical pupils.

Family Trait: Dragon Blood of Red Dragon (New)

Note: While Dragon Blood is Ignited, your skin can resist spells dealing less than 3 damage, health increases by 20, you are immune to fire damage below 50 points, and fire damage is reduced by 50%.

Yet it was not over.

This was only the change brought by Dragon Knight.

He had forgotten that the wand itself had a unique setting in the game.

That was basic attacks.

Wizards could swing their wands to deal damage to nearby enemies equal to the Attack value in their personal information.

It had also begun to materialize.

Just as Basil was about to wonder why he had chosen Dragon Knight, his attention was once again drawn by the changes in his body.

That thing on him known as the Magic Field began to rotate.

An invisible force was born, wrapping around Basil and the wand.

In his mind, the Grimoire began flipping its pages without wind.

The Magic Power entry in his personal information changed into Attack once again.

Attack: 7+3

He swung fiercely at the air.

Boom!

A black-red radiance flashed, and a violent pressure surged toward the window.

Basil's pupils dilated in shock.

"Fuck, this is a basic attack?"

"Does this count as the first stage of Magic Field rotation?"

"With this kind of power, what in this magical world could possibly stop it? Just thinking about it gets me hard!"

With that kind of force, if it struck Fenrir's head, it would probably burst it like a watermelon.

"Is it because of the bonuses to Strength, critical hits, and critical damage?"

He did not dwell on it.

Because in the game, the appearance of a wand also meant the appearance of the Magic Power bar—the blue bar.

After coming back to his senses, he discovered that besides the magic power defined by wizards—

there was another intangible, stream-like presence inside him, warm and emanating faint authority.

It flowed gently through his limbs and bones.

"Devil's Snare!" Focusing his attention on that presence, he activated the Summoning Card.

For some reason, a portion of it diminished.

At the same time, a flash of blue light appeared, and Devil's Snare, made of vines and bearing snake-like tendrils, emerged in the room.

None of his stamina had been lost; it had only consumed a little Mental Power at the moment of use.

"Devil's Snare!" Forgetting the concept of magic power, he confused that presence with magic power.

That presence diminished by another portion.

Some of his stamina vanished.

A larger Devil's Snare appeared before him.

As he focused, his absolute control over the summoned creature caused this Devil's Snare's data to appear on his retina.

Magical Plant: Devil's Snare

Level: 2

Magic Power Cost: 2

Health: 130+10

Damage: 10+5

Damage per Second: 2+1

"This is also 'magic power'?"

"Using them together can summon a summoned creature one level higher, like having a Devil's Snare plus a one-card-slot echo."

Basil's expression turned strange. Did that not mean he now possessed the magic power of Chinese fantasy novels, the blue bar of a mage?

He had three methods of casting spells.

Moreover, he felt that this kind of "magic power" recovered much like Internal Energy.

Like in martial arts novels, it recovered through circulation around the heavenly cycle—that was, by flowing within his body.

Perhaps because he had possessed it for too short a time, this "magic power" did not improve at all after being used.

Unlike magic power, which showed minute, imperceptible improvement after use.

Just as muscles grew stronger after exercise.

It remained exactly the same amount as when it had first appeared in his body, without the slightest change.

Its recovery did not draw upon anything, either.

It was as though some inviolable law had been written into it.

It dictated its quantity and state.

Thus, after being depleted, it automatically replenished itself as though appearing from nothing.