King Who Rules All Laws, an Unmatched Ambition!

"Dawn?!"

"No, his primordial spirit hasn't even been formed, so how can his spiritual power be so vast and powerful?!"

The moment Ronan released his suppressed Spiritual Force Field, it was as if a small sun had burst into bloom in the sky. The void above the silver metal platform collapsed, the light distorted, and countless people were shocked and horrified.

Even the seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School were moved about, their expressions slightly changing.

Judging solely from the quality of his mental power, Ronan's current mental strength is almost on par with some newly Dawn Level Four Wizard.

"It's unbelievable that he clearly didn't enter the Mist Forbidden Zone."

Faced with this overwhelming mental pressure, Zephyrin's once high-spirited expression froze instantly. Before he could react, he saw a dense golden color rapidly surging out from under Ronan's robes, condensing into nine incredibly thick Golden Tentacles behind him.

Each tentacle is covered with a dense array of suckers, each sucker being a sharp gear that spins at high speed and drips golden magma downwards.

"Tear—"

The nine Golden Tentacles vanished abruptly, and the terrifying golden shadow that had previously forced Zephyrin back reappeared, this time with a full nine of them! In Zephyrin's vision, the sky before him was silently and abruptly cut into countless pieces, and an inexplicable chill surged from his heart, making his scalp tingle instantly.

"Star Cage! Pentagram Cage!!"

Zephyrin barely had time to think; instinct drove him to chant a spell rapidly. His Amethyst Staff traced pentagrams in the air, and countless [Shine] starlight beams shot out, drawing pentagram shapes one after another. All the pentagrams combined and quickly wove a starlight cage around him that was many times more intricate and beautiful than before. "Boom!"

The defensive star cage that Zephyrin had just built suddenly and without warning exploded the moment it took shape.

Nine Golden Tentacles, seemingly from an indescribable ancient being, wrapped around the collapsing pentagram cage layer by layer. The terrifying forces of heat and cutting contracted inward, shattering the void. The escaping energy shockwaves formed a terrifying gale on the platform, tearing everything apart.

Zephyrin's face was deathly pale, like a falling meteor. Just before the star cage around him completely collapsed, a gemstone necklace around his neck floated up rapidly and then exploded.

Zephyrin's body was fully extended, and countless gaps the size of an infant's mouth suddenly appeared on the skin of his cheeks, neck, and limbs, each gap seemingly hiding a moving eyeball.

Countless beams of light shot out from these openings, and he almost became a pure source of light.

"Star Prime Minister!"

Zephyrin, whose appearance was obscured, roared, raising his Amethyst Staff with his dazzling hands. Countless starlight surrounding him converged, and a vast and boundless magical domain unfolded, rapidly expanding the intertwined Golden Tentacles and condensing into a giant phantom composed of countless bright points of light and lines.

Around the giant, a vast energy rippled outwards like water, each ripple reflecting a strange spectacle of twinkling stars. From an observer's perspective, it appeared as if a vast and brilliant starry sky was slowly unfolding.

The giant raised his hand to grab Ronan, but Ronan's face remained completely expressionless.

"[Spirit Maya - Silver Body]!"

A calm voice came from Ronan's mouth, Itai surged out from under his robes. Accompanied by strange magical fluctuations, a large amount of Itai formed a shell with eight silver wings in front of Ronan.

"Boom!"

The phantom of the Star Giant slammed its palm down on the Silver Winged Body, creating large cracks. But before Zephyrin could feel any joy after casting the spell, Ronan had already reached out and gently touched his brow with a finger.

"[Spirit Maya - Brass Head]!"

"Buzz—"

In an instant, Ronan seemed to transform into a giant vortex.

Countless brass-colored ripples spread from his body, and from within the ripples, an indescribable sound rang out. This sound was like rusty metal rubbing together frantically, an ancient ferocious beast's suppressed growl, or something indescribable whispering in his ear. Zephyrin was swept by the brass-colored ripples, and the brilliance surrounding his body dimmed instantly. He almost immediately abandoned the Amethyst Staff in his hand, and suddenly hugged his head with both hands. The phantom of the star giant he summoned also became illusory and blurry.

"Gasat-Dar!"

Enveloped in eight silver wings, Ronan calmly chanted in a low voice, uttering ancient words passed down from the Land of Gold.

In an instant, a brilliant light rose from Ronan's feet, quickly dyeing the void where he stood into a dreamlike and enchanting golden color.

A huge, lion-like head appeared out of thin air and slowly merged with the silver body below, along with nine Golden Tentacles.

"Boom!"

As the golden hue between heaven and earth reached its most dazzling brilliance, a colossal and ancient mysterious body took complete shape—the head of an ancient barbarian lion, the body of an eight-winged eagle, and chainsaw tentacles.

Ronan stood at the center of this enormous magical phantom, eight magnificent and dazzling golden wings unfurling behind him. An indescribable and terrifying aura emanated outwards. In an instant, all the brilliance of the starlight in the sky was extinguished, the phantom of the Star Giant collapsed, and Zephyrin's body trembled violently before plummeting downwards like a falling star.

Everyone stared intently at Zephyrin's falling figure, and at Ronan, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, surrounded by golden light.

Zephyrin, the genius wizard hailed as the most outstanding disciple of the Star School in five hundred years, capable of suppressing three Silver Magic Ring Masters single-handedly, was defeated by Ronan in just two exchanges.

We were suppressed from beginning to end; there was a huge gap in all aspects.

When news of Ronan's victory in the Helamus Talent Competition reached the entire Silver Magic Ring, it was a moment of stunned silence. It was a long and enthusiastic celebration. All the wizards of the Silver Magic Ring were shocked, amazed, and incredulous at Ronan's power. The dazzling rumors, however, made many feel extremely unreal and surreal.

Now that Ronan has returned, and the dream has become reality, they suddenly realize that Ronan's power even exceeds the descriptions in the rumors! At this moment, not only the ordinary Arcane Circle wizards, but also Arcane Circle the circle masters were so shocked that they were speechless for a moment.

As the phantom of Spirit Maya slowly dissipated, Ronan stood in the center of the gathering energy tide. At this moment, as he became the focus of countless gazes in the world, almost all his attention was concentrated on the armlet he wore on his right arm.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The Law Adept Arm Ring from Helamus vibrated incessantly.

Ronan's eyes were closed. In his mind's eye, he saw the vast and boundless "starry sky" within the arm ring space, where the core runes, resembling those of a planet, were glowing at the very center.

Every detail of the texture is illuminated, as if it is gradually awakening from its "slumber".

It responded to Ronan with overwhelming enthusiasm, conveying a sense of joy at finally finding belonging after countless years.

"I should have thought of that sooner."

Ronan murmured softly.

How could a great and legendary figure like Helamus not leave behind his own "will of inheritance" in the course of his legacy?

If the "Golden Country" of the Schubert "Alchemist represents a pure and brilliant dream.

So, Helamus's lineage as the "Magic Controller" represents his ambition to rule over all laws! Helamus was too proud.

He possessed unparalleled ambition; he wanted to become the true Law Controller King! He was arrogant and disdainful of all others, attempting to surpass all wizards! He anticipated an endless stream of opponents to help him comprehend all spells and collect all Helamus. Heramus's entire life was spent in battle, and the vast sea of runes within his arm ring was the best medal and proof of his achievements.

He is the ultimate battle mage among battle mages!

This "pride"—the unwavering resolve to never back down, the ability to swallow galaxies, the disdain for everything, and the view that all opponents are resources—is the key to gaining the recognition of the Helamus Inheritance!

This is also the real reason why he finally decided to return to the Silver Magic Ring at this time and confront the Star School wizards!

At this moment, Ronan felt that his consciousness was undergoing some kind of wonderful transformation, and his soul was rapidly receiving some kind of miraculous cleansing.

Within the arm ring space, the enormous, planet-like mysterious rune finally revealed its full form to Ronan. Seven blazing figures, as intense as the sun, slowly descended from the sky. The leader, Frant, had a strange expression and stared intently at the young figure before him, whose eyes were closed and who was in a delicate state.

"I've heard that a once-in-a-millennium prodigy has emerged in the Southern Wizard World, and I've always been curious to see for myself."

Frant walked toward the figure, and as he was speaking, he suddenly saw the figure standing still in his field of vision slowly extend a finger toward him.

In an instant, all seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School, including Frant, felt a chill run down their spines for no apparent reason.

The next second, the celestial phenomena changed drastically.

Endless free energy particles in the universe surged in like a whale swallowing a tsunami, converging at a single point.

Where the young man's shadow finger pointed, a point of extremely deep blackness quietly emerged, and then quickly grew larger.

Countless dark bolts of lightning rolled down from the sky, yet eerily, they made no sound. The bright light was completely swallowed up, and the void, as thin as paper, suddenly collapsed into one place.

A dense aura, belonging to the Forbidden Law Domain, continuously spread and grew in the void. The seven members of Frant changed their expressions drastically, silently roaring, and each of them radiated a powerful magical light belonging to the Dawn Rank. However, all this light appeared dim and lackluster under the black hole that was expanding like a twisted Black Sun.

This world seemed to lose all light all at once, plunging into absolute darkness. When all the commotion subsided, this world returned to normal.

When Frant and the others reappeared, each of their faces was filled with an expression of extreme shock that was almost indescribable.

The group looked up in disbelief and were astonished to find that the young wizard who had previously pointed a finger at them had now opened his eyes.

In those deep blue, almost purple eyes, Frant and the others seemed to see a microcosm of the entire vast starry sky, and faintly, there seemed to be a complex and mysterious rune that they had never seen before, constantly floating around.

"Now, do you see it?"

The young wizard gazed calmly at Frant and said calmly, "If I had been born ten years earlier... you would all be buried under silver today."

Upon hearing this, the seven men of Frant froze, their expressions shifting rapidly, but for a long time, none of them uttered a sound in response.

In the quiet room with bookshelves on all four sides, soft light streamed in. Ronan sat quietly at the long wooden table, watching a group of tiny gray figures, no bigger than a finger and with transparent wings on their backs, running around noisily, as if they were celebrating a holiday.

The Dust Elf girl he named Arrietty was tightly embracing two Dust Elf who looked like a middle-aged couple, so excited that she was in tears. Although it had only been less than half a year since she last left this attic space, it felt like a long time had passed.

This feeling intensified after witnessing Arrietty's reunion with her Dust Elf relatives.

Passing over the Dust Elf, Ronan's gaze fell on the wood grain of the long tabletop as he pondered quietly.

At this moment, he only needs to close his eyes slightly, and an extremely profound and complex rune pattern will be clearly reflected in his mind.

This rune is the core rune within the Helamus's Law Control Armlet, and its name is—[Law Control].

The effect of runes is simple: to maximize the amplification of Energy Affinity spells.

Ronan estimated that by using the Law Control Armlet, he could increase the power of his [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] spell by about a hundred times.

By using the armlet, he can gather a hundred times more free energy particles than normal when casting Energy Affinity spells, thus transforming the spell [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] into [Forbidden Black Hole]! A simple, pure, yet incredibly terrifying amplification effect!

Although the cost was a bit high.

Using it once would instantly drain Ronan's mental energy, which is currently a hundred times greater than that of a normal Late Third Level Wizard. Even with the blessing of the [[Clarity Realm]], it would take a considerable amount of time to fully recover.

This situation felt like a return to when he was an apprentice, just after he had comprehended the Extraordinary Magic Domain of [Particle Torrent].

The world seems to be a strange cycle.

"Having completely 'tamed' the Law Control Armlet, I finally possess a trump card of magic that I can freely unleash, reaching the forbidden realm."

However, this trump card is entirely linked to the Law Control Armlet. Once Ronan loses this legendary artifact, he will be immediately reduced to his original form.

Whether it's because of his long-term Ascetic Body Forging or the difficult experience he went through as an apprentice, Ronan has always believed in the idea that "all great power comes from within" and has extreme distrust of "power" obtained by relying on external things.

This is also a major reason why he never relies on magical artifacts or equipment when facing enemies.

"Servants will perish and die, magical artifacts will break, and potions will run out. Only the power that originates from the body, will, and soul is the power that truly belongs to oneself."

So Ronan's current idea is—whether he can use this [Law Control] rune as his Soul Rune and inscribe it within his Spiritual Power Crystal.