Serie's Talent

Rhode and Serie's second day of adventure.

Under Serie's strong insistence, Rhode finally settled on a goal.

That was to find a human settlement.

When Serie asked him why, Rhode answered like this.

"Because I'm going to teach them magic!"

Since humans in this era still didn't know magic, and Rhode had no idea how humans had learned it in the original history, that didn't stop him from pushing the process forward.

"The first requirement for learning magic is talent, and second, one needs mana within their body. I don't think the human race has such aptitude."

Serie said coldly. Learning magic in this world was no easy task. Her Elf race were the favored children of heaven, born with innate magical talent, and even their lifespans tended toward infinity, rarely dying of old age.

That was why the Elf race stood at the pinnacle of the Mythical era, a powerful existence that even the gods had to take seriously.

Looking across the entire world, only the Winged race personally created by the gods, and the Demon race born from monsters with higher intelligence, could compare to them.

So when it came to Rhode's talk of teaching humans magic, Serie was somewhat dismissive.

"Humans have it." Rhode's reply was very confident. "Aren't I the best example? I believe that once humans can use magic, they will surely carve out a place in this world."

Actually, Rhode was still being conservative.

Because a thousand years after the end of the Mythical era, when the gods were gone, humans already stood at the world's pinnacle, with human figures visible everywhere.

Even the Demon King of the Demon race had been slain by a later hero.

That was enough to prove humans had this potential, but Rhode didn't plan to tell Serie this. After all, even if he said it, she might not believe him.

She would only understand after she personally witnessed the power hidden within human bodies.

At Rhode's confident declaration, Serie let out a light laugh and said no more.

In her view, Rhode was just exceptionally lucky—he had accidentally awakened magical talent, accidentally learned to use magic, but that didn't mean anything.

The third day of adventure.

The two encountered the first monster of their journey, or to be precise, a pack of them—a group of purple-black furred Demon Wolves.

In the past, when Rhode met such creatures, he could only run away, or find a chance to climb a tree and wait for them to leave before coming down.

But now, sir, the times had changed.

He had a helper by his side.

Serie raised her hand, and a light arrow shot out swiftly, precisely piercing a Demon Wolf.

"Try the magic you learned earlier too."

Serie was naturally referring to the light arrow magic Rhode had learned from her before, though calling his version Arrow Rain was more appropriate.

While Rhode used his magic, Serie carefully observed the flow and control of mana within his body.

In truth, even among the Elf race, Serie was particularly gifted in magic. Most elven magic, if someone demonstrated it before her a few times, she could grasp the gist.

Rhode took a deep breath and, following the mana flow pattern he had observed from Serie earlier, began to cast the spell. Since he had already performed it once, he released it quite smoothly.

But in Serie's eyes, his mana flowed in a completely different way.

It was a mana flow pattern entirely unlike her own when casting the same spell, and that was why he could produce a light arrow technique with such different effects.

Over a dozen light arrows materialized before him, though slightly smaller in volume than Serie's. As he waved his hand, these light arrows shot out in a fan shape, covering the area where the Demon Wolves were.

"This—" Serie's eyes widened slightly.

Earlier, caught off guard, she hadn't observed this man's magical power and had instead been knocked unconscious by him.

Now seeing it with her own eyes, she was shocked once again.

Though each light arrow's power was only half of hers, the quantity made up for the lack of quality.

The Demon Wolves surrounding them were instantly riddled like sieves, purple-black demon blood flowing onto the ground, causing the grass to wither.

"Do it again!" Serie demanded.

"But there are no more monsters."

"It's fine." Serie cast a detection spell and actively led Rhode to stand before a Demon Bear. "Now use your magic on this bear."

The Demon Bear let out a roar at the two of them and charged. Rhode dared not be distracted and immediately released Arrow Rain again.

But this Demon Bear was clearly much smarter than those Demon Wolves, and its defense was also stronger.

Facing Rhode's arrow rain, it first made a sudden stop, then rolled sideways, dodging most of the attacks. Only two light arrows stuck into its body, leaving a not-too-serious wound.

But the pain still enraged it, turning its eyes blood-red as it charged at them much faster.

"Hey! This guy's hide is too thick—it's not working!"

Rhode quickly looked at Serie beside him, only to find her still immersed in the mana flow she had just observed, as if she hadn't heard Rhode at all.

Rhode was getting anxious. He grabbed her hand to pull back, but Serie's body stood as firm as a rock.

Not until the Demon Bear charged right in front of them, and Rhode could even smell the beast's stench, did Serie finally speak.

"A mere magical beast!"

He raised his hand and perfectly replicated Rhode's Arrow Rain, even surpassing it in power, directly piercing the Demon Bear's entire body.

The Demon Bear, pierced by such a number of light arrows, naturally could not survive and fell straight to the ground.

"Impressive!" Rhode quickly clapped his hands.

Truly worthy of being the greatest archmage of a later era—after just a few viewings, she had perfectly replicated his magic, and even made it more powerful.

This made his plan to cling to her coattails all the more promising.

On the other side, however, Serie looked at the fallen beast on the ground and shook her head. "Not enough. That won't kill a god."

"Huh? Did you say something?"

Rhode felt he had just heard some kind of alarming remark, so he played dumb and asked.

"Nothing. I'll teach you more, more powerful magic. You will reshape them into spells capable of killing any living being."

So it wasn't his imagination—this petite Little Ancestor actually harbored such thoughts.

It truly startled Rhode.

But then, thinking of the later era, the idea of plotting how to kill a god during the Age of Gods was indeed very much in character for her.

"Once you find the humans, come with me to a place."

Serie made the suggestion on her own, but her eyes held a barely concealed excitement.