Insight, the Right Path, Schubert's Mithril Transformation
At the Blueberry Inn, Ronan was alone in his small training room, with a freshly brewed, still steaming cup of mint tea beside him.
"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance..."
He was pondering the points Bennigo had mentioned to him that day, the one he valued most was naturally the content about the Extraordinary Magic Domain.
"Heart Soul Spell Magic Domain"
He pondered these words repeatedly, and then opened his Character Panel.
Let's single out a few spells that have already comprehended the power of the magic domain.
[Skill: Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 132/1600)]
Charged Weapon - Power of Breaking Law (Master 141/1600)
Ice Ball - Desperate Ice Seal (Master 27/1600)
Bennigo was clearly unaware that Ronan possessed not two, but three Extraordinary Magic Domain powers.
In addition to [Power of Breaking Law] and [Desperate Ice Seal], there is also [Particle Torrent].
Ronan's gaze shifted back and forth between the three Master Level skills that gave rise to Extraordinary Magic Domain.
After mastering the Master Level to 100 points, improving each additional point of skill becomes extremely difficult and slow.
Ronan hadn't thought there was anything wrong with it before, but after Bennigo pointed it out today, he suddenly realized that this difficulty might also be related to the fact that he had been practicing blindly and relying solely on the insights gained from the practice panel to improve, without ever thinking about the reasons for his own understanding.
Bennigo said that the power of the Extraordinary Magic Domain is not just a tool, but also a manifestation of the wizard's heart and soul.
It touches on some very deep things that Ronan had always overlooked.
"The core of Bennigo's domain of power is that unstoppable, indomitable aura."
"Then what are the core elements of each of these three Extraordinary Magic Domain that I have mastered?"
Ronan casually grabbed the engraving knife he used for Rune Inscription and used the tabletop as paper, gently carving on it.
"[Particle Torrent], at its core, is that immense, overwhelming, and unstoppable force, like a Torrent across the land."
Ronan carved the word "Torrent" on the table, pondering. "Energy particles rush like Torrent, Torrent, Torrent... What is Torrent like in reality?"
Ronan closed his eyes and tried to recall the scenes of the Torrent he had witnessed in his two lifetimes.
The first thing that comes to mind is the sight of the Mother River overflowing its banks, which I saw during a trip in my past life.
The specific details were already very blurry, but the scene before Ronan—a vast, murky expanse, a cacophony of voices, a deafening silence, a powerful force that seemed capable of sweeping away and obliterating everything—left an indelible impression on Ronan.
That was the first time he had ever truly felt the magnificent power of nature, and how insignificant and powerless an individual's strength was in the face of such power.
In fact, from a certain perspective, energy particles are also a natural force. No matter how powerful a wizard is, what is he compared to the vast sky and the earth?
Perhaps they could accomplish the feat of moving mountains and filling seas, but that would all be the result of leveraging the power of nature with their own strength. Gradually, Ronan felt as if he had grasped something.
The images of the Mother River bursting its banks and the Particle Torrent constantly alternated in his mind, and he even found some commonalities, showing a tendency to gradually overlap.
"Call--"
When Ronan snapped out of his reverie, his mind still lingering on that subtle realization, he felt he had gained a deeper understanding of the [Particle Torrent] than ever before.
Ronan glanced at the Character Panel instinctively and almost jumped up from his desk.
[Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 137/1600)]
"In just a short while, without even casting a spell, just by imagining it, I gained a full 5 points of proficiency?"
Ronan was astonished. "Old Ban is a real man! What he said was true, and this method actually works!"
The changes in the data on the panel say it all.
At this moment, Ronan felt as if he had opened up a new world... no, he felt like he had finally embarked on the right path.
He continued to sort out the core essence of the remaining two skills. The core of the [Power of Breaking Law] is very simple: it is to disintegrate.
It disrupts the "formation" of energy particles and scrambles their original order.
But the image of "disintegration" was really hard to imagine. Ronan racked his brains for a long time, but he couldn't find any experience or image that matched this core idea.
"The concept of 'disintegration' is indeed a bit abstract. To truly understand it, one might need to observe the specific details and process of casting a spell."
Simply put, we need to find a few targets so that Ronan can carefully experience the changes in all aspects when the [Power of Breaking Law] takes effect.
This is not feasible for the time being, so Ronan skipped directly to the third [Desperate Ice Seal] domain.
The core of the [Desperate Ice Seal] domain is the easiest to capture, as the "Domain of Despair" derived from the [Frozen Earth] rune has already explained everything.
Ronan didn't have much experience with "despair" either.
From small things like not having a pen for an exam, not having toilet paper, or realizing you can't find your ticket after arriving at the high-speed rail station, to big things like being manipulated by Anglie, being chased by Lola, and being driven to the brink of death, Ronan sat at the table with his eyes closed, his mind constantly replaying various images related to "despair." Gradually, his entire aura began to change slightly.
A sense of oppression, deathly silence, and desolate Despair Aura slowly emanated from his body.
The aura grew stronger and stronger, eventually even wafting out of the cultivation room and filling the entire room outside.
As this breath entered, the air in the room seemed to stop flowing for a moment, and the sunlight shining in from the window lost its original luster, becoming lifeless and devoid of warmth.
The few small flowers in the vase on the table, used as decoration, were gradually withering and dying. Finally, Ronan opened his eyes.
Only by entering despair yourself can you bring even greater despair to your opponent.
Ronan murmured to himself, then reached up and rubbed his brow and temples, trying to shake off the gloomy, oppressive, and suicidal despair that was swirling in his mind.
"That's enough for today. Thinking about it any further might lead to demonic possession..."
Ronan felt as if he were carrying a heavy stone in his heart, a feeling of indescribable discomfort.
He checked his panel and saw that his Master Level proficiency with [Ice Ball - Desperate Ice Seal] had increased by a full twenty points! If he were to rely solely on spellcasting practice, it would take at least half a month.
Ronan picked up the already cold mint tea beside him and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips, feeling that the tea, influenced by his own Despair Aura, had become exceptionally bitter and unpleasant to drink.
I got up and went to the outer room. I opened the window and rested for a while before I finally broke free from the oppressive and despairing atmosphere.
"We've found the right path."
Returning to normalcy and tranquility, Ronan reached out and picked up the completely withered and dead flower from the vase, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
"My understanding and comprehension of the core essence of the Law Domain, combined with the fragmented insights accumulated from the panel, will lead to an unprecedented period of rapid growth in my Master Level skill proficiency."
"One Segment Magic Domain Resonance... that's something to look forward to!"
Ronan didn't know if this so-called "One Segment Magic Domain Resonance" corresponded to a realm above the "Master Level" level of proficiency.
But no matter what level it was, it all seemed somewhat distant to him in the past.
The way and speed at which his proficiency was increasing was giving him hope.
"Knock knock knock—"
A knocking sound suddenly rang out, and Alida's voice came from outside the door.
"Lord Ronan, your dinner is ready."
"Come in."
The door opened, Alida pushed the food cart in.
Alida's expression changed noticeably upon entering. After setting out the food for Ronan, she cautiously asked, "Sir, would you like your room [Cleaning] again?"
It seems they were also affected by the lingering Despair Aura in the air.
When ordinary people come into contact with this smell without understanding it, they often mistake it for the smell of something rotten or decaying.
Ronan shook his head and told Alida to leave.
He ate dinner alone, and while he was at it, he took out the Nightmare Tungsten Steel that Bennigo had given him and the Storage Waist Pouch he had obtained from several of Travis's wizards, and examined them one by one.
The Nightmare Tungsten Steel, affected by the [Animated Metal] spell, clung to Ronan's arm like flowing oil.
Although it was only a preliminary fusion, Ronan could already feel the dark energy particles within the Nightmare Tungsten Steel eroding his body.
The current level of erosion is still within Ronan's tolerance range, and the Vitality Orb within his body can repair the damage caused by the erosion at any time.
Ronan manipulated the Nightmare Tungsten Steel in his hands, transforming it into the shape of a knife and fork.
Without using any magic or physical strength, the Nightmare Tungsten Steel easily cut the silver knife, fork, and plate in front of Ronan into any shape, just like cutting tofu.
In terms of sharpness and hardness alone, the Nightmare Tungsten Steel that Bennigo gave Ronan already met his requirements for melee weapons.
"After using the [Silverization] Seal for amplification, both of these aspects will receive a significant boost."
The core of the Silver Magic Ring, the [Silverization] rune, is officially called [Schubert's Mithril Transformation].
The effect is to add a "Rune Mithril" spell amplification effect to the original properties of the metallic medium.
It can be understood as a kind of additional enchantment, which is also the foundation of the powerful Spell Inheritance the Silver Magic Ring Metal Element magic.
"Reaching the mid-stage of level one, the increased Soul Power will be almost enough to condense the second rune."
Ronan's current Strength Progress is still at level 24 of First Level Wizard, and he's only a few potions away from reaching the mid-stage of First Level Wizard.
"I hope Bennigo isn't just bragging to me."
Ronan thought for a moment and then opened the Storage Waist Pouch of the four Arcane Circle wizards.
The mental strength of these four people far surpassed that of Ronan, but they were still able to be opened one by one smoothly by Ronan's choice of "brute force" to break through their defenses.
The final takeaways are as follows:
Five hundred and thirty-two High-Level Magic Stone.
Eleven Tier 1 Magical Item.
A huge pile of various Tier 1 potions and materials.
Several wizarding books that are not very useful.
Personal belongings and miscellaneous items. There are also three fist-sized pieces of special metal, presumably used to replenish the loss of their respective metal spell mediums.
Normally, every time Metal Element wizard casts a spell, the metal used as the medium for the spell will be lost to some extent.
The same goes for the Nightmare Tungsten Steel in Ronan's hands.
However, he only intended to use the Nightmare Tungsten Steel as a melee weapon, so the wear and tear would be much less than that of ordinary Metal Element wizards.
The large piece that Bennigo gave him was enough for him to use for a long time.
He is now using Nightmare Tungsten Steel to forge a suitable one-handed longsword, and he still has plenty of Nightmare Tungsten Steel left.
With a pile of assets laid out before him, Ronan's net worth reached unprecedented heights.
If all these things were replaced with magic stones, Ronan felt he could easily surpass the number of a thousand High-Level Magic Stone.
"I shouldn't have to worry about my personal cultivation resources for the time being, but I don't know how many resources the Saint Blood Tree needs to invest."
"Maybe it's a bottomless pit."
Ronan put his things away and, after finishing dinner, began his daily meditation practice.
In the days that followed, Ronan's life entered another peaceful and regular phase.
He received his robes and permanent residency certificate as a core member in the Arcane Circle, but he still stayed at the Blueberry Inn.
The next day, Bennigo sent him the ancient recipe for the mental enhancement potion he requested, along with the necessary Magic Potion Material and some of the materials needed for the first stage of awakening the Saint Blood Tree seed.
Ronan went on a shopping spree outside the Seven Ring City, spending nearly two hundred High-Level Magic Stone before he could barely scrape together enough. He kept wondering if he had been ripped off by Bennigo.
Fortunately, two days later, Bennigo successfully prepared the mental enhancement potions he needed, which made Ronan feel a little better.
One month later.
Vast forests.
Thick ice and snow covered the entire area, which was nearly a kilometer in radius.
The terrifying chill almost destroyed all colors except for deep blue and snow white. Emerald green and vitality were shut out from the white, and a thick sense of despair permeated the entire space.
In this desolate and bleak place, a tall and slender figure floated in mid-air.
The silver robes shimmered in the crystalline sunlight, their hem swaying gently in the wind and snow.
The boy with short, dark chestnut hair was surrounded by countless mysterious and profound auras, and his eyes were a clear, azure blue like the sky.
He was like a finely sculpted figure made of translucent ice crystals, yet he was the true source of the endless chill and Despair Aura of this world! Beneath the boy's feet lay countless corpses of enormous black wasps, and before him stood nearly ten super-sized wasps, each the size of a calf.
These wasps have broad, transparent wings that create distinct transparent ripples in the air with each flap. Their bodies are pale blue with a well-proportioned, streamlined shape, and their eyes gleam with emerald green light, giving them an air of inexplicable majesty.
Amidst the buzzing of the wings of ten magical wasps, streaks of light green wind Wind Blade appeared in the air, shooting out simultaneously without any sequence of events, emitting a series of dense, sharp whistling sounds as they hurtled straight toward the Silver Magic Robe youth.
The boy's right hand, hidden beneath his robe, suddenly rose, revealing a thick, ice-like layer of armor floating in the air, followed by a deep, flowing black metal that formed an umbrella-like shape before him.
"Crackling and popping—"
Countless Wind Blade struck the ice shield, piercing and breaking through it in less than half a breath, before landing on the black metal shield with a series of crisp sounds like rain hitting ice.
"The Domain of Despair... has erupted!"
Halfway through the blows, a wave of overwhelming, surging cold air suddenly emanated from the boy's body. The deep blue cold current resembled the veins of glaciers and Frozen Earth, and the aurora borealis in the Northern Lands sky swept across the entire battlefield in an instant.
The ten wasp-like monsters froze abruptly as the cold air swept through them, their bodies covered in a thick layer of frost, with only their eyes still flickering with a faint light.
The boy raised his hand, and the umbrella-shaped black metal in front of him suddenly retracted. Then, the azure in his eyes suddenly burst forth, and even more terrifying mysterious energy was generated from his body, instantly forming a vast and mighty Torrent field at his fingertips!
"[Particle Torrent]!"