Murphetira's Kiss, Three Months, Frost Veins!

In the days that followed, Ronan's daily routine consisted of meditation, observing the Torrent within the Myriad Treasure Orb, spell practice, the self-torture of "Ascetic Body Forging," and studying the two runes on his hands that were related to the Spell Inheritance of space and mirror magic.

The selection process for the Seven Rings Tournament is about to begin, and many Arcane Circle Wizards have become "diligent and hardworking".

The entire Arcane Circle was in a tense "exam preparation" atmosphere, just like the scene in a school in a previous life when final exams were approaching.

This tense atmosphere didn't affect Ronan much, because his daily routine consisted of ascetic practices.

Ronan was also surprised to discover this by chance.

In his previous life, he was a "bad student" his whole life. But in this life, after embarking on the path of a wizard, he has become the "top student" he used to hate, envy, and respect the most.

"Is this the kind of medicine you were talking about?"

In Bennigo's Micro Secret Realm Space, Ronan looked at the small medicine bottle in his hand, which was only about the size of a fingernail, and asked Bennigo in front of him a question.

"What's your name?"

"Murphetira's Kiss".

Bennigo said, "Morpheus is the legendary Goddess of Wisdom."

Legend has it that her lips are covered with fine, sharp thorns coated with a deadly poison that inflicts endless pain, but if one can endure this suffering, one will gain the wisdom to understand the sun, moon, and stars...

"A very fitting name."

Ronan examined the purplish-black liquid in the crystal vial and said softly.

"I've only prepared one bottle for now. If one bottle reaches your limit, then we can save on the remaining materials."

Bennigo spoke, he turned and walked toward his messy potion-making table, saying as he went, "I also mixed another potion for you."

If you feel you can't continue taking the medication, take this potion. It will instantly relieve your pain. Of course, the effects of 'Murphetira's Kiss' will be completely interrupted.

Bennigo was speaking, Ronan spoke up calmly.

"Need not."

Ronan looked at Bennigo calmly.

"The thing I'm best at is enduring pain."

After saying that, he picked up the medicine in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

It was really painful.

Even though Ronan had made sufficient mental preparations.

The pain is like someone tearing your skull open, pouring a spoonful of boiling hot oil over your white brain, then sprinkling cumin and chili powder on it. When it's almost done, they switch to an ice gun to freeze it. At first, the pain is limited to the head, then it begins to spread along the cheeks, neck, and chest to the whole body.

The stinging pain from being pricked all over his body turned into an electric shock-like tingling, then suddenly turned cold, then suddenly turned hot. Bennigo stood quietly beside Ronan after he took the medicine.

He watched as the boy in front of him went from standing to falling to the ground in an instant, clutching his head with both hands and arching his body like a shrimp.

The boy's body trembled violently, and his expression quickly turned ferocious.

Veins bulged on his forehead and face, completely ruining his original heroic spirit and handsome appearance.

The boy's lips were bitten raw by his teeth, he was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were wide open, but there was no focus in the blue lake. He was clearly in a state of confusion.

He trembled violently, but even in such agony, he didn't utter a single sound.

Bennigo watched quietly, a faint look of reminiscence on his face.

He was also someone who had taken "Murphetira's Kiss," and he knew very well just how unbearable the pain caused by this drug could be.

When he was suffering, he desperately wished countless times that someone would kill him immediately and grant him relief.

He didn't know how he got through it.

If it weren't for possessing certain unwavering principles that even death couldn't sway, I might have truly died from the pain.

As he was thinking, Bennigo frowned and saw that a fine layer of blood had seeped from the surface of the boy's eyeballs beneath him.

It was clear that the pain was nearing his limit.

Bennigo glanced at the time, pondered for a moment, and felt that the effects of the potion were almost fully taking effect, so he turned and walked towards his potion experiment table.

A bottle of jewel-like orange medicine stands out prominently on the cluttered lab table.

It was a "Pain Blocker" medicine that he had specially concocted.

However, just as Bennigo picked up the medicine and turned around, he was shocked to find—

The boy who had been lying on the ground, writhing in pain, was just moments before.

Without anyone noticing, he had stood up straight and upright, like a sharp sword deeply embedded in the soil.

The boy was looking at Bennigo, his temples completely soaked with sweat, and his slightly disheveled white hair sticking to his cheeks.

His eyes had regained their clarity; beneath the azure, there was a floating crimson hue, and an unprecedented clarity washed by blood.

The boy exhaled and said slowly to Bennigo, "What an incredibly passionate and intense kiss! It was almost overwhelming Bennigo. Please continue preparing the potion for me."

"Well"

Bennigo stared blankly at the boy, lost in thought.

After a moment, his expression returned to calm.

He gently placed the orange medicine he was holding back on the lab table and nodded.

"Good."

On the floating island shrouded in the light of the Rune Array, the bright sunlight seemed to be blocked out, and despite the clear weather, the island felt dark and oppressive.

In the dim light, on the gray grass in front of the huge black house, a pale-skinned young man with black diamond studs in each ear was carefully examining a Rune Stone.

This is a Rune Stone used for recording information, and the young man is reading its contents.

Several wizards stood a few meters away from him, quietly waiting with a respectful expression.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man withdrew his spiritual energy from the Rune Stone, then took out a Communication Stone and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Lanny. This information is quite useful to me. I will express my gratitude to you once I move into the tower."

A hoarse voice, tinged with coldness, came from the other end of the Communication Stone.

"Don't blame me for not warning you, Travis."

"With your current strength, even if you understand the strengths and weaknesses of these guys, you're still a bit short of defeating any one of them and securing a spot in the top ten."

"I know."

The young man remained calm, but a strange light flickered in his eyes.

"I know what I'm lacking... I know what I'm missing. I'll make up for it soon."

After saying that, he slowly put down the Communication Stone in his hand.

The young man looked up through the magic circle outside the floating island at the majestic and imposing Silver White High Tower that was so close at hand. Beneath the tower were ten gray, glowing Meditation Tower. A faint, eerie light kept passing through his eyes, and the shadows around him continued to expand.

For him, those ten Meditation Tower were more than just a symbol of status and position.

It is also the ladder he climbs step by step to higher levels.

Now, he is about to take the first step.

At this point, he wouldn't allow anyone to sabotage "Lin Qi".

The young man suddenly spoke.

Among the wizards standing not far behind him, a young wizard with a somewhat aristocratic air strode out.

"Grown ups."

"Please contact Biondini me."

The young man said softly, "Tell him that no matter what, I must face that kid in the first match of the first round. His Nightmare Tungsten Steel is very important to me, extremely important."

"Yes."

Lin Qi responded respectfully, and as if he had remembered someone or something, his eyes became somewhat gloomy and ruthless.

Three months passed like grains of silver sand slipping away in an inverted hourglass.

Before you know it, the hourglass is about to run out, and the last grain of silver sand in it is about to fall.

Micro Secret Realm Space.

In the lush and verdant potion garden, a boy's figure was squatting on the ground.

He seemed to be fiddling with something.

Look closely, and you'll see it's a sapling planted in moist soil.

It's barely a finger's width tall. At the top of its slender stem, like an open palm, grow two tender green leaves. The leaves have bright red veins and are so delicate and exquisite that they look as if they were carefully carved from some kind of gemstone.

The boy stretched out a finger and gently touched the leaves of the sapling, which seemed to be responding to him, its slender body swaying slightly.

Just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out from outside the Potions Garden.

"Stop messing with it. The Saint Blood Tree is probably not even as strong as a regular Tier 1 magic potion right now..."

"I know what I'm doing. I'm just talking to it, and it understands what I'm saying."

The boy responded.

The voice was the complete opposite of the one that had warned him earlier; the boy's voice was clear and bright, as melodious and crisp as the gentle clinking of gems.

Despite saying that, the boy still stood up in front of the sapling.

Once he fully straightened up, people realized that he was actually quite tall and his figure was not as thin and frail as his squatting back looked.

Instead, it has a sense of balanced grandeur, and even with the robes covering it, one can still clearly feel the strength and harmonious beauty of the body beneath.

The boy turned around, revealing a delicately sculpted, fair face.

His face was almost flawless, his skin was so smooth it seemed to glow, and his eyes were the most captivating feature.

It is even clearer and bluer than the cleanest sky.

Within the azure blue, there seem to be countless shimmering, flowing points of light, deep and mysterious, giving one a sense of unparalleled intelligence and wisdom.

The boy walked through the potion garden, his head of fine, shimmering white hair gently ruffled by the leaves of various colors.

He walked outside the potions garden and stood in the soft light, as if his whole being had merged with the light.

We are inseparable.

"When will the Saint Blood Tree grow to the point where it can truly exert its power?"

The boy asked the imposing middle-aged man pacing back and forth in front of him.

The middle-aged man shook his head. "I don't know. I'm more anxious than you are."

However, even if the Saint Blood Tree grows up, you will not be able to directly borrow its power.

"Why?"

The boy was puzzled.

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Because our bloodline is too mixed."

The people living on this continent today have countless ancient bloodlines mixed within them.

Whether noble or base, powerful or weak, the Saint Blood Tree has no idea which bloodline you want to select, which one you want to strengthen, or even if the bloodline you wish to strengthen exists among them. One wrong move, and you could easily be purified into a 'monster.'

"Oh."

The boy nodded, indicating that he understood.

After finishing his conversation with the imposing middle-aged man, he began walking towards a location within the Secret Realm Space.

There was a rune experiment table there, and various books scattered all over the floor.

Just as the boy was about to reach the experimental table, a voice suddenly called out to him.

Damien!

The boy turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was standing there staring at him with a puzzled expression.

The middle-aged man looked at him now, his face showing a complex expression that was hard to describe.

Are you really feeling okay?

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I have never seen anyone who could take six bottles of 'Murphetira's Kiss' in a row and not die."

A smile slowly spread across the boy's face, a smile as bright and radiant as the midday sun.

"I'm fine. I've never felt so good."

The boy smiled and replied, "Now I finally understand why you, Bennigo, were not only a magical genius but also so knowledgeable and versatile."

Name: Ronan Damien

Age: 17

[Talent: Non-attribute Affinity, [Immaculate Body] (Active)]

[Strength: Level One Wizard (99%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation Technique - [Clarity Realm] (Master 465/1600)]

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 440/1600)

Charged Weapon - Power of Breaking Law (Master 258/1600)

Ice Ball - Desperate Ice Seal (Master 328/1600)

Frost Ray - Frost Veins (Master 122/1600)

Ascetic Body Forging (Master 450/1600)

Night.

The orange-red campfire burned quietly, with a small pot on top of the flames, bubbling and releasing a rich aroma.

Ronan sat by the campfire, looking at his current Character Panel.

The changes in the data on the panel's strength and skills sections represent all the gains he has made through three months of hard training.

All the pain he endured, the torment he suffered, the blood and sweat he shed—now all of it has become vivid and clear numbers, presented right before his eyes.

The most obvious change is the addition of a skill that advances your proficiency to Master Level – the zero-tier intermediate ice spell: [Frost Ray].

The resulting Extraordinary Magic Domain is called—[Frost Veins]! As for its effects, they are mediocre; it simply enhances the power of frost from another angle.

Damien.

Bennigo walked over from a distance, carrying two slender-necked, round-bellied silver bottles.

The bottle cap had been opened, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out from the bottle opening.

Bennigo handed him one of the silver bottles, then sat down by the campfire, his black pipe melting into metal chopsticks, which he slowly stirred in the bubbling pot.

Ronan frowned and couldn't help but say, "Bennigo, you're always smoking that lousy pipe, are you trying to make me eat your saliva?"

Bennigo glanced at him and said casually, "If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it later."

Ronan pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Three months have passed, and the relationship between the two seems to have grown even closer.

Although we're still not really friends.