Stepping onto the Stage of Destiny

Stepping onto the Stage of Fate

After considering the matter from multiple angles, Anvis finally made his decision.

He would abandon Icy Wind Field and construct Illusory Light Ice Domain.

Better to play it safe. Safety first.

Relying on the memories of his past life as a Seventh Rank Magister, Anvis constructed the spell model with practiced ease.

Although he lacked the vast Spiritual Power of his past life, constructing a Low-Rank spell was hardly a challenge for Anvis.

Throughout the construction of the spell, the Phantom Color rainbow light surrounding Anvis began to ripple faintly.

A mysterious force maintained the stability of the spell model, preventing it from collapsing during construction.

Constructing a spell model for the first time was an extremely dangerous undertaking.

The more complex the spell model's structure, the greater the damage to the Sea of Spirit if it collapsed.

In the most severe cases, it could even inflict permanent damage upon the Sea of Spirit, leaving one forever stuck at the apprentice level.

Therefore, whenever conditions allowed, mage apprentices would use treasures capable of maintaining the stability of their Sea of Spirit while constructing their initial spells.

Anvis carefully adjusted the trajectory of every point of light, ensuring that each followed its proper path.

Gradually, a harmonious and exquisite Mana structure fully took shape within his Sea of Spirit, quietly floating amid the mist-like Spiritual Power.

The ambient primal Mana was spontaneously drawn to the model, gathering into a vortex around Anvis and continuously pouring into his body.

After completing Illusory Light Ice Domain, Anvis felt slightly dizzy. When his Spiritual Power circulated, it seemed to suddenly bear some kind of pressure, becoming somewhat sluggish. This was because most of his Spiritual Power had been occupied.

Completing a spell model did not mean everything was settled. On the contrary, every model constantly consumed Spiritual Power to maintain its stability; otherwise, it would dissipate once more.

As an exceptionally complex area-type spell, the model for Illusory Light Ice Domain directly occupied around seventy-eight percent of Anvis's Spiritual Power.

The freely usable Spiritual Power Anvis had left amounted to only around nineteen percent.

Even so, his remaining free Spiritual Power was still enough to construct a First Order spell of average complexity.

This was a terrifying result built entirely upon a mountain of rare resources. From Anvis's birth until now, rare treasures and enhancement Rituals that improved his aptitude had never ceased.

As one with two Legendary Bloodlines, Anvis had possessed extraordinary talent from the moment he was born.

On that foundation, the family continued to expend astronomical resources to cultivate him in every respect.

By the end of it, Anvis's aptitude had nearly reached a point where it could improve no further.

They pursued only the limit and cared nothing for cost-effectiveness.

This was a style of cultivation that only a foundation on the level of the Four Great Families could sustain—

Under such conditions, even the princes and Princesses of ordinary kingdoms would not dare dream of it.

One had to know that the cost of the Super Magic Crystals Anvis had consumed from childhood to adulthood alone was enough to empty the treasuries of many Small Kingdoms.

Yet these expenditures, which a few people did not even dare think about and most could not even imagine, were standard provisions for every direct descendant of the Olyvendi Family during childhood.

What was true foundation? This was true foundation!

"There isn't much Spiritual Power left, but I should still be able to construct a First Order spell..."

Silently sensing his current condition, Anvis estimated the total amount of free Spiritual Power he had remaining.

Then, with somewhat complicated feelings, he turned his attention toward a certain Foreign Object within his Sea of Spirit.

It was a dense cluster of mist, distinct from the fog of Spiritual Power. The spiritual space surrounding it was in a strange state of distortion, making it appear extremely blurry to his senses.

The origin of this mist dated back to more than half a month ago, the day Anvis first obtained the Old Days Secret Scripture.

At that time, when he stared at the Symbol on the title page and fell into some strange state, Duke Carlot's clapping had jolted him awake. Even then, he had vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Sure enough, during his meditation that night, he discovered that this mysterious mist had appeared in his Sea of Spirit.

His Spiritual Power could not penetrate the mist, but he could sense its nature.

An unknown spell model!

Anvis had never heard of such a situation. Indeed, certain special Magic Curios could construct spell models directly within a Spellcaster's Sea of Spirit in place of the Spellcaster.

But even a spell model constructed with external assistance was completely transparent in structure to its Spellcaster.

Even Little Anvis, who had been both a Seventh Rank Magister and a scholar in his past life, had never heard of a model like this—one that resembled a mass of mist and whose internal structure could not be seen through.

He had tried activating it with Spiritual Power, but since he had not yet formally advanced in rank, the quality of his Spiritual Power was too thin. The tendrils of Spiritual Power he used to activate the model could not even penetrate the distorted space surrounding the mist.

And accompanying the mist was a familiar sense of closeness.

Anvis had also considered whether he should tell the Duke about it.

But in the end, he abandoned the thought.

Although he had passed the soul examination, he still did not dare open his Sea of Spirit for the Duke to inspect.

If the Duke saw his memories, then what awaited him would probably not be a pleasant outcome.

"The question now is, does this mist count as my first spell model?"

Anvis's spiritual body fluctuated with confusion.

Although he could sense that the mist was indeed some kind of spell model, what sustained its existence was not Anvis's Spiritual Power.

In other words, this mist was very likely not counted among his initial spells.

"Forget it. It'll be safer to construct another one. Even if it isn't counted as an initial spell, I won't lose anything."

With that thought, Anvis once again began searching through his memories for spells that met the requirements.

After comparing several spells, he ultimately chose Mirror Image.

The effect of this spell was to create two phantoms identical to himself in appearance, though they would collapse at the slightest touch. It could work perfectly with the Illusory Light Ice Domain's effects of bending light and interfering with Mana perception.

Mirror Image was only a First Order spell, and its structure was far simpler than that of the Illusory Light Ice Domain. Anvis easily completed its construction, once again taking up more than half of his remaining free Spiritual Power.

With both spells constructed, Anvis briefly exited the Meditation State, raised his head slightly, and looked at the night sky beyond the window.

Amid the countless Silver Stars overhead, through the hazy rainbow light enveloping his side, Two Perfect Full Moons were reflected in his azure eyes.

Bright moonlight poured through the arched window like water, coating his figure in a faint silver-violet glow.

He glanced once more at the Gloria-style Floor Clock in the corner. Its exquisite Mithril hands, glowing faintly, pointed to ten forty-eight.

The Black Velvet Lounge Chair beneath him felt soft, while a wondrous fragrance like dew-covered morning flowers wafted from the slowly burning Dream Dust.

This time, it was no longer a game—

"It's time..."

Breathing in the faint fragrance in the air, the pale Youth gently closed his eyes and murmured softly, as though encouraging himself.

His usually elegant and gentle voice now trembled unconsciously, carrying a trace of long-lost anticipation.

"To truly become a Spellcaster, to officially step onto this incomparably vast stage..."

From arriving in this world with a hint of fear at the beginning, bewilderedly becoming the newborn Anvis, to gradually recovering memories of his past life, learning the continent's history, familiarizing himself with his surroundings, and studying Magic knowledge...

All the scenes he had experienced across both lives seemed to surge forth in an instant—

"Magic... hehehehe—Magic!"

Taking a deep breath to calm his excitement, Anvis's consciousness sank into his Sea of Spirit once more.

He controlled his increasingly heavy Spiritual Power, making it gradually rotate around the origin point of his Sea of Spirit.

As it spun, wisps of Spiritual Power mist were compressed into the center of the Spiritual Power vortex according to Anvis's will.

As the vortex's speed continued to rise, the pressure at its center grew greater and greater.

Bzz—

At last, the pressure seemed to surpass some critical threshold.

Accompanied by a soft chime that seemed both real and illusory, a slightly ethereal Silver-Gray Crystal, as though it possessed countless facets, completely condensed at the center of his Sea of Spirit!