Heliodore, an Unexpected Prospect, the Soul Simulation Technique

Ronan waited for a long time. One by one, the wizards from the three major schools left with their people. Finally, a cold old man with a pointed nose flew out from the Deep Sea Faction, waved to him, and he followed him.

The old man led Ronan to the Spirit Lake, and with his unusually long fingernail, he gently stroked the surface of the Spirit Lake, causing the water to part and reveal an oval hole as tall as a person.

The old man slipped inside in a flash, while Ronan paused at the entrance and looked back.

He saw the light above the Spirit Lake fade away, and three gray-robed men walked towards Juventus. Not long after following the old man into the Spirit Lake, a black staircase appeared before him, leading upwards.

As you walk up the steps, you are surrounded by translucent crystal walls. Beyond the walls is water, which is shimmering with a hazy light, and some creatures that look like fish but aren't quite swim around in the water.

Ronan was as if he were traveling through a mysterious underwater tunnel.

"Have I been able to get started?"

Ronan stared at the old man's back. His back was hunched, and it looked like he was carrying something under his robes. There were several crystalline tubes on the back of his neck, which rose and fell between his skin and flesh with the sound of the old man's footsteps.

The old man suddenly stopped and slowly turned around on the steps.

Ronan then noticed that one of his eyes was fake, with a soft, spherical plant root embedded in the eye socket.

You're lucky.

The old man's voice sounded like a few brass gears clashing together, "Nobody wants you. I just happen to need an assistant in Magic Potion Studies."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and the old man turned around, continuing to talk to Ronan as he walked away.

"My name is Heliodore, you can call me by my first name... Don't expect me to expend resources to improve your soul aptitude. Every wizard walks their own path. Whether you can advance depends entirely on your own abilities. Of course, if your performance in the future satisfies me, I will also provide corresponding rewards or compensation. You should have a good mind, so make good use of it."

The old man's voice echoed in the narrow crystal tunnel, rambling and incoherent. Combined with his appearance, he really did resemble an Old Beaver was almost toothless.

Ronan didn't say anything, just listened silently.

This Spirit Lake wizard Heliodore should be at level five. The wizards from the three major schools who selected people before were almost all at level five, totaling more than fifty, which shows the strength and foundation of Spirit Lake as Super Large wizarding force.

Serve as an assistant to a Level Five Wizard.

Although it differed from Ronan's expectations, it was still a pretty good result.

Unbeknownst to them, the two reached the end of the steps, where Ronan found himself in a fairly spacious room.

The room is also made of crystal, with the walls and ceiling connected in the shape of a giant inverted bowl.

The room was cluttered with many things, and there was an old-fashioned brass clock ticking on the wall.

Ronan was still looking around at the room's furnishings when suddenly, he felt as if he had fallen into a transparent jar filled with glue.

The surrounding air distorted rapidly, becoming so thick that he could barely lift his eyelids. Time seemed to slow down infinitely at this moment, and a strong sense of suffocation, like a sudden crushing of tons of seawater, assaulted Ronan's consciousness wave after wave.

A curved, sharp hand, like the claws of an eagle, magnified in Ronan's pupils. His Spiritual Force Field had barely penetrated an inch of his skin before it was ruthlessly extinguished.

Ronan watched helplessly as the hand hurtled straight toward his face. His mind raced, and he could only manage to scream in his mind, "Alazan!"

Within the Consciousness Space, the golden ladybug seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation and quickly took flight, exploding into a hazy golden mist with a "bang," obscuring the five Spiritual Power Crystal within Ronan's Consciousness Space.

Then it quickly sank again, spreading out with a "hum," enveloping some secrets that could not be known to outsiders.

After Alazan finished his actions, a Torrent of spiritual energy rushed into Ronan's body, flowing through Ronan entire body at incredible speed. It paused briefly at his heart before retreating. The change came quickly and ended just as quickly.

Ronan took two steps back, panting, while staring intently at Heliodore in front of him.

Heliodore seemed to be deliberately avoiding Ronan's gaze, but he let out a cold snort.

"You don't need to look at me like that... Many people are interested in you. You'll suffer less if I handle you. I can easily send them on their toes with a report."

"But you are a bit strange, kid."

Heliodore scrutinized Ronan with his prosthetic eye, as if trying to see right through him.

"Your soul is so tainted that even a three-star rating would be a stretch, but your spiritual power is astonishingly pure. You are very intelligent, and your comprehension of magic is certainly not bad. Coupled with the extraordinary purity of your spiritual power, it is indeed possible for you to get a five-star rating in the magic challenge."

"But kid, I must remind you, a wizard's physical body isn't as important after advancing to Dawn. Don't put too much energy into it; with your aptitude, your chances of advancing to Dawn are slim."

Heliodore stroked his sparsely bearded chin, staring at Ronan with a strange look, and clicked his tongue, saying, "I'm still curious about how your brain works. How did you become the second most accomplished being in the Knowledge Tower since the founding of my Spirit Lake? Are you interested in dissecting and studying it? I can exchange something that can enhance your soul aptitude for it."

"No need."

Ronan coldly refused, his tone stiff as he asked, "Second? Then who's first?"

Heliodore, perhaps feeling guilty about his earlier behavior and unconcerned about Ronan's rude tone, directly gave a name.

"Helamus?!"

Ronan's pupils contracted slightly. "He was once a member of Spirit Lake?"

"No."

Heliodore shook his head. "That was just a deal."

Helamus once wanted to collect all the Primordial Spirit Writing of the entire Upper Ring Continent —yes, those rune-like things you saw in the tower. He offered a portion of his inheritance in exchange for the right to stay in the Spirit Writing Hall for a year, and in less than half a year, he had memorized all the Primordial Spirit Writing within the Spirit Writing Hall.

"Helamus offered his legacy in exchange?"

Ronan's eyes widened slightly, and one of the armlets he had kept hidden deep within his Space Ring seemed to vibrate. "So, the Spirit Lake possesses a portion of Helamus's legacy?"

Heliodore glanced at him and said calmly, "It's not as you think. This part of the inheritance is not within the core Magic Controller system of Helamus at all."

Furthermore, it was later proven that this transaction was an absolute loss for Spirit Lake. This portion of the non-core Spell Inheritance, without the core runes of the Magic Controller system to drive it, simply could not be learned.

Ronan's heart skipped a beat when he heard Heliodore's words.

"Where is this part of the inheritance now?"

Ronan noticed the Heliodore's eyes and calmly added, "No one wouldn't be interested in this. Even if I can't learn it, I'd still like to witness the legacy of the most legendary wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent."

"It has the potential in the Deep Sea."

Heliodore chuckled meaningfully a few times, reaching out to pat Ronan on the shoulder, but Ronan warily dodged away.

He didn't care and turned to walk towards another exit of the room.

"Please wait here for a moment while I prepare the things you need to get started. If you get bored, you can count the clocks on the wall..."

Ronan watched Heliodore's figure disappear completely, then coldly muttered, "What an Old Beaver."

Regardless of the reason, the other party's previous act of forcibly spying on him had crossed his bottom line, and his goodwill towards them plummeted to rock bottom.

Fortunately, Alazan helped cover for him; otherwise, he would have inevitably become a "guinea pig" in the lab.

However, what Heliodore just mentioned—that the Spirit Lake contains a portion of Helamus's Spell Inheritance —has truly piqued his interest.

If the other party wasn't exaggerating, then his life at Spirit Lake now has a new hope.

"If there is an opportunity"

Ronan took a deep breath and made up his mind, "I must get my hands on that part of the inheritance!"

Calming himself, Ronan called out to Alazan in his mind and soon received a weary response from Alazan.

Ronan's biggest secret is probably the Spiritual Power Crystal that surpasses the number of geniuses who have stepped into the "Mist Forbidden Zone" by a full five. This secret is also closely related to Alazan, so he has no complaints.

However, after Ronan made another request, he finally became furious.

"Do you really think I'm some kind of omnipotent, wish-granting bottle?"

I don't want to fall into the same trap twice.

Ronan said calmly, "I remember all the help you've given me."

This is also good for you; if I'm restricted because of it, you'll suffer as well.

Alazan silent.

A moment later, a message about a spell entered Ronan's mind.

Ronan lowered his head and began to ponder it carefully.

After the brass clock on the crystal wall swung for the 754th time, Heliodore returned.

"You should know the necessary procedures."

He walked up to Ronan and casually pulled out two yellowed parchment sheets.

The parchment began to burn rapidly the moment it was unfolded, quickly burning to ashes, leaving only lines of text that looked like they were being scorched by flames in the air.

"Two contracts, one with Spirit Lake, and the other with the Deep Sea."

Heliodore said calmly, "If there are no problems, cut your finger and press a bloodstain on it..."

Ronan carefully read through the contents of both contracts, then looked up and asked, "Can we sign them directly using our soul power?"

Heliodore glanced at him. "That would be best."

Ronan nodded, then raised his hand, a little bit of soul power seeping from his fingertips and merging into the two contracts in front of him.

The contract was reached, and the words burning in the air gently dispersed and disappeared.

Heliodore took something out of the sleeve of his robe and handed it to Ronan while giving him instructions.

Ronan outwardly feigned attentive listening, but inwardly he was communicating with Alazan.

Are you sure this method is okay?

"This 'Soul Simulation Technique' is a closely guarded secret of the Shadow Leech School. I remember mentioning it to you before; it was created by Nash, the owner of the finger bone you used in the Storm Realm. I remember his favorite thing to do in his life was to use this spell to impersonate all sorts of characters and experience different lives. Because of this, we have a lot in common. What else do you have to worry about? Don't forget, the soul power you just used to sign the contract belongs to me!"

"Then I'm relieved..."