Primordial Ten Origin Runes, Primordial Spirit Writing, and the Self-Redemption of the Untalented!

"A five-star rating for the Spell Tower. Even if your soul aptitude is a bit lacking, it should be enough for you to enter this wizarding organization called 'Spirit Lake'."

Alazan's voice pulled Ronan back to reality. "The entry threshold for wizarding forces that can expand their recruitment scope to the Mist stage is not too high."

"There's still one test we haven't done yet."

Ronan walked towards the final Knowledge Tower, casually replying, "This selection process is scheduled for three years. Three years is enough time for me to practice spells tens of thousands of times, or to cultivate the 'Spirit Heart Amber' a few more times. If the rules allow me to take a second test, then my final evaluation in both soul aptitude and spellcasting ability can be raised even higher."

Alazan surprisingly didn't answer, and Ronan didn't seem to care, walking alone to the Knowledge Tower.

This Inverted Tower, composed of ancient whale bones and countless streams of water, represents knowledge and wisdom as vast and profound as the ocean. Ronan deliberately placed this test last.

He thought it would be the same trial as the previous two towers, where he would have to enter with his consciousness. However, this time Ronan encountered no obstacles and entered the tower in his physical form.

"Thud—"

Ronan landed gently in a bright, white space, his feet resting on a solid, flat white stone floor.

He seemed slightly dazed, somewhat shocked by the scene before him.

——

A very peculiar spatial architectural structure, the ground beneath which it stands is only about a dozen square meters in size.

The surrounding area is a tightly fitted, completely connected circular bookshelf.

The circular bookshelf extends upwards in all directions, resembling an infinitely large funnel, and Ronan is standing at the very bottom of this funnel.

He looked up and could only see a white dome that seemed to expand infinitely outward; he had no idea where the actual ceiling was.

This Inverted Tower, representing knowledge, is quite interesting. Its peculiar structure seems to silently illustrate a profound truth: the more knowledge and wisdom one accumulates, the wider the world becomes before one's eyes, and the more insignificant one appears.

Ronan took a deep breath and focused his attention back on the test itself.

His gaze wandered over the bottom shelf where he was standing. The shelf, made of what appeared to be black pine, was neatly arranged with books on gray covers. He roughly counted them and found that there were only about twenty gray-covered books on the bottom shelf.

Ronan casually picked up a book and briefly examined its cover; it was exceptionally smooth, without the slightest texture.

He tried to open the book, but an invisible force held it firmly together. He had to use a little force to finally open it.

On the pristine white pages, a red "earthworm" caught Ronan's eye.

Ronan paused for a moment, then looked closely and realized it was a strange pattern.

The design is done in a single stroke, like a young child mischievously scribbling on paper with bright red paint.

Ronan stared at the pattern for a long time and felt that the "earthworms" on the paper seemed to be wriggling all the time.

Gradually, Ronan's gaze was drawn to the bright red that formed the strokes, and his very soul was drawn into it.

In a daze, it felt as if I were standing on a raging, crimson river, the world spinning around me, my ears filled with ancient roars and buzzing sounds. "Whoosh—"

Ronan abruptly pulled his attention away from the book, and when he came to his senses, his face showed utter astonishment as he looked at the book in his hands again.

Alazan

Ronan called Alazan's name in his mind, and the latter, as if knowing what he wanted to ask, said calmly, "This is Primordial Spirit Writing."

"Primordial Spirit Writing?!"

Ronan was taken aback.

"A script used by ancient wizards for recording and communication, and also the strokes that constitute the Primordial Ten Origin Runes. It has no effect or power in itself, but it is a truly valuable item that can directly enhance a wizard's foundational abilities."

"Etc."

Ronan took a deep breath. "You're speaking too fast. I need to understand each point one by one."

What are the Primordial Ten Origin Runes?

Ronan calmed himself down and asked again.

Alazan seemed unusually patient at this moment.

"The Primordial Ten Origin Runes refer to ten supreme runes that were naturally formed in the universe."

Some say it is the most important gift left to wizards by the gods at the end of the Mythological Era, containing the true meaning of supreme laws.

Ancient wizards attempted to decipher them, Primordial Spirit Writing is one of the products created from them.

"Supreme Runes... The True Essence of Laws"

Ronan stared blankly, then couldn't help but ask, "Which ten runes are they?"

Alazan paused for a moment, then slowly spoke, "[Immortality], [Destruction], [Curse]. I've only read about these in a fragmented ancient book, and I'm not entirely sure of the specifics. The Primordial Ten Origin Runes disappeared and were lost in the Primordial Era."

Ronan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he didn't know why he had the urge to swallow.

"These things are too far away from me."

Ronan finally shook his head, pointed to the gray book in his hand, and said, "Let's get back to this Primordial Spirit Writing. You said it can directly increase a wizard's foundational abilities?"

"Yes."

Alazan's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, "When you entered this tower, I had already guessed that the test of knowledge would indeed be in the form of Primordial Spirit Writing. In my time, this was one of the common ways that many schools of thought used to test the wisdom of new members. Cherish the length of this test, Damien."

You are at a crucial moment in embracing the Dawn; the Primordial Spirit Writing is the best nourishment for nurturing your primordial spirit.

What should I do?

"Remember it."

Alazan calmly, "Keep it firmly in your mind, and never forget it."

Ronan was slightly taken aback. "It's that simple?"

"Try it before you draw a conclusion."

Alazan shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Primordial Spirit Writing Ronan's eyes flickered as he turned his gaze back to the red line drawing on the gray book in his hand.

For him, who was once a Rune Master, memorizing the shape of a rune and all the details of its strokes was the most basic skill.

Ronan proceeded with practiced ease.

However, after a while, Ronan couldn't help but frown.

"How was it? Still think it's easy?"

Alazan's voice rang out again, and the Golden Ladybug floated around in front of Ronan.

Ronan didn't speak, he just stared at the pages of the book in his hands.

He had already sensed the strangeness of this so-called Primordial Spirit Writing. In that seemingly simple stroke, there seemed to be countless variations, and each variation extended outward into countless possibilities.

Even the red color that makes up this stroke changes constantly over time, and in terms of complexity alone, it far surpasses any rune he has ever seen or obtained.

Ronan completely severed his communication with Alazan, immersing himself entirely in the memory of the inscription before him.

In the silent Knowledge Tower, Ronan, holding a gray book, stood motionless like a sculpture, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

I don't know how much time passed, but the silent sculpture slowly began to move.

Ronan slowly closed the book in his hand, raised his head, and in his eyes, which had regained their clarity, a striking bright red pattern, like a wriggling earthworm, flashed by.

How long did it take me?

Ronan spoke in a low voice, which echoed in the spacious room, as if he were communicating with someone.

"It has been exactly one month since you started."

Alazan answered.

"A month?"

Ronan murmured to himself, first looking around before slowly tilting his head back, his gaze following the bookshelf as it moved upwards.

It seemed like there was an infinite height, an infinite space, and an infinite number of gray books on the bookshelf. If each gray book contained a Primordial Spirit Writing, how long would it take him to memorize all the spirit scripts here?

Ronan didn't know.

He calmly put the gray book back in its original place, and then reached for the second gray book.

However.

Just as Ronan opened the cover of the second gray book and attempted to memorize the second Primordial Spirit Writing, his composure was suddenly shattered.

"Why is this happening? My memories of the first Primordial Spirit Writing fading as I come into contact with the second one."

That's just how it is.

Alazan replied calmly, "I've said that the Primordial Spirit Writing are mutually exclusive. Remember that well and never forget it."

Your memory of the first inscription is fading, proving that your memory of it is not deep enough to counteract that repulsive force.

Ronan gritted his teeth, looked around at the bookshelves, and finally realized that, let alone memorizing all the Primordial Spirit Writing here, he might not even be able to achieve his original expectations.

At this rate of efficiency, how many Primordial Spirit Writing could he memorize in three years?

Ten? Twenty?

What kind of star rating will he receive? Ronan suddenly understood why this trial would last for three years; most of the time was probably reserved for the Sands of the Knowledge Tower.

Ronan took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He asked Alazan, "How would you rate my memory speed?"

"Above average."

Alazan, "This test is to assess your intelligence. Among wizards of the same level, your intelligence is quite good."

"Great, then passing shouldn't be a problem."

Ronan stared at the bookshelf in front of him and muttered to himself.

But he was not satisfied with merely passing the level. He had already felt the benefits in the process of memorizing the first Primordial Spirit Writing.

As the Primordial Spirit Writing he remembered remained in his mind, it continuously extracted some inexplicable mysteries and merged into his soul. Just as Alazan said, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to enhance his foundation and the rank of his future elemental spirit.

A mouse that is lucky enough to fall into a rice jar will not be satisfied unless it eats until its belly is round and full.

Ronan is now just such a resentful "mouse".

Ronan's mind raced as he considered how to maximize profits.

"The only way to memorize enough Primordial Spirit Writing within a limited time is probably to enhance one's wisdom."

The "wisdom" required for this stage of the Knowledge Tower can be simply described as comprehension, understanding, and memory.

The "Murphetira's Kiss" that Ronan took when he was First Level Wizard had a similar effect.

However, given the current situation, finding a potion similar to "Murphetira's Kiss" is clearly unrealistic.

"What other methods are there to achieve this?"

"Magic tools? Secret techniques?"

Ronan pondered deeply, and several times he wanted to ask Alazan for help, but he held back each time.

Just as he was deep in thought, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck Ronan.

His eyes lit up instantly, and he became radiant with energy.

"I seem to have missed the point of a problem."

"When it comes to rote memorization, those with duller aptitude who want to catch up with those gifted 'academic superstars' who have photographic memories simply need to spend several times, or even dozens of times, more time than others."

"If I can't make myself smarter, then I'll just find a way to have more time than others!"

Thinking of this, Ronan took a deep breath and waited until his expression was completely calm.

He closed the gray book in his hand and said coldly in his mind, "Alazan, I have an idea... but I need your help."

Happy Lantern Festival! May the new year bring you wealth and prosperity, and may everything go smoothly for you!