"Five severed fingers, check. Black Wizard Robe, Wizard Hat, check. Six White Feather Candles, check. Three Beasts Blood, check. Okay, that should be about it."
In a dim basement, a youth clad in an oversized wizard robe was crouched on the floor with his rear sticking up, using the candlelight in his hand to write strange blood-red symbols across the ground.
After a while, the youth stood up and nodded in satisfaction at the hexagram formed by the bloody writing on the floor, as well as the translucent number floating above it.
20%
This was the ritual's success rate. A little low, but not a problem. He was not finished yet. The youth continued bustling around the basement with his candle, placing a pile of miscellaneous items in designated spots: a vicious-looking devil statue, a pitch-black skull, black branches resembling bone spurs...
They all looked deeply sinister. As the youth placed each item in its assigned position, the number above the blood-red magic circle slowly began to change.
At last, when the youth placed the final six White Feather Candles at the six corners of the bloody formation, the number settled—200%!
"Next comes the moment to witness a miracle!"
The corners of the youth's lips rose slightly. He grabbed the Wizard Hat beside him and put it on, then knelt on one knee in the center of the blood-red hexagram and began murmuring an obscure incantation.
"##%#=@*,--,#*=,#,..."
As the youth recited the spell, gusts of frigid wind suddenly swept through the sealed basement, snuffing out the candle he had been using for light.
Then, beneath the cold wind, the White Feather Candles ignited with green Flame no larger than soybeans. The sickly green candlelight shone over the youth, making him seem even more sinister!
Whoosh!
The green Flames abruptly swelled. Six streams of Flame intertwined in the air, forming the phantom image of a savage demon. Looking at the youth kneeling on the ground, his face entirely concealed beneath the brim of his Wizard Hat, and listening to his frequently botched incantation, the demon curled its lips into a mocking smile.
The youth turned a blind eye to it and continued chanting his somewhat flawed spell.
There were two reasons for the errors. First, the spell was too tongue-twisting, and he was not yet very familiar with it. Second, part of the spell was wrong to begin with. This was one of the demons' usual tricks. Once a ritual failed, the soul of its host belonged to the demon.
Yet the youth did not care much about that. Although there were plenty of mistakes in the incantation, the number representing the success rate remained quite high in his eyes—158%!
Soon, when the number fell to 127%, the final incantation was complete, and the ritual was finished!
The demon formed from green flames wore an extremely ugly expression. It glared viciously at the youth, unable to understand why this ritual had succeeded!
It wanted to punish him, but it was merely a projection. Not only did the youth's ritual lack that capability, its level was also too low. Otherwise, it could have bypassed the magical contract and forcibly acted, showing this damned youth just how sinister a Magic Heart could be!
Unfortunately... now it was the one that had learned how treacherous human hearts could be...
Though deeply unwilling, the demon still obeyed the contract's restraints, leaving behind a Seed of Power before dispersing into the Secret Chamber.
From beginning to end, the youth never revealed his face to the demon.
With the demon gone, the entire ritual was officially complete. However, the most important step still remained!
The youth slowly rose to his feet and tremblingly extended his right hand toward a green Flame floating in the air. This was the Seed of Power left behind by the demon, and the final step toward becoming a Legendary Wizard!
After taking a deep breath to calm himself, the youth clenched it in his hand. In an instant, a vast amount of green Flame burst forth, then flowed into his body through his right hand and fused into his spine. Specks of Magic Power began radiating from within him.
A Legendary Wizard—he had done it!
"It worked! Hahaha... It worked!"
The youth threw back his head and laughed wildly, unable to suppress his excitement!
The youth's name was Isaac Solomon. He was a transmigrator who had somehow crossed into this world and become the son of a viscount. Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, he not only had to be a son, but also a younger brother.
He was the youngest member of the Solomon Family, with two older brothers and a third sister above him. His eldest and second brothers were both outstanding, so the family estate would never fall to him. Still, living as a wealthy idler would not have been too bad.
His life would certainly not be as good as in his previous world, but at least he would still be part of high society.
But this world was far from simple!
This was a fantasy world!
A fantasy world with supernatural powers such as wizards and knights!
Isaac had no hope of inheriting the family estate, but surely he had to pursue supernatural power?
Otherwise, would his transmigration not have been for nothing?
Thus, frail and sickly since childhood, Isaac set his sights on wizards, the supernatural profession that wielded magic!
In this world, wizards were divided into three categories. The first were Truth Wizards, also known as Arcanists. They were similar to Isaac's understanding of wizards, gaining power through knowledge, and they required great intelligence. The second were Witches. They were born with powerful Magic Power and special spells, but there was a gender restriction, so they were unsuitable for Isaac as well.
Fortunately, there was a third kind—Legendary Wizards. These wizards had no aptitude requirements whatsoever. They gained the power to wield magic through rituals offered to all sorts of unknown beings. Through specific rituals, they could also draw Magic Power and spells from legends.
The only problem with this path was that most methods of obtaining and improving magic and Magic Power relied entirely on magical rituals. And once a magical ritual failed...
At best, one would become a demon and fall into hell. At worst, one's soul would be completely devoured by demons!
Fortunately, Isaac had brought a little local specialty with him as a transmigrator. His "local specialty" was an ability that forcibly increased probabilities. No matter what he did, as long as the conditions were met, success was guaranteed for him.
Of course, there first had to be a possibility of success.
This wizard ritual, for example, was the only one he had selected from countless rituals after spending three years searching for one that had any chance of succeeding.
Thinking of all the times he had been deceived over the years, Isaac let out a heavy sigh. Then he raised his head and strode out of the basement. No matter how difficult things had been before, that was all in the past. He had finally made it through!
As long as he passed the Apprentice Stage of nurturing the Seed of Power, he could become a true wizard!
Of course, even though he was not yet a true wizard, he already possessed the ability to cast spells. There was Magic Power in his body now, so he could try that witchcraft...
It would also be a good opportunity to verify a theory. One book claimed that learning and practicing witchcraft could speed up the nurturing of the Seed of Power and shorten the transition through the Apprentice Stage.
However, the ritual mentioned in that book was wrong, so whether the theory held true was difficult to say. Still, it was worth trying. He had nothing else to do anyway.
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