Advancing to a First-Ring Wizard

An hour later, a light, invisible spell knife appeared in Locke's hand, carving complex spell runes through the air.

Locke had consumed all the magical resources he had previously purchased. Supported by that magical power, he was inscribing spell runes onto the Magic Pressure Structure of his soul.

At the same time, two Advancement Potions lay before him. One was a gift from the Academy, while the other had been given to him by Formal Wizard Urien Ritchie as payment for tutoring his grandson.

This was an investment.

Locke chose one of them and drank it. In an instant, it felt as though a blaze had appeared before his eyes. The flames burrowed into his cells, squeezing out every remaining drop of his potential and rapidly raising his Mana.

Bang~

Flames ignited across Locke's body. Then, with lightning speed, his entire body was swallowed by fire, as though he were being burned at the stake.

At the same time, the Amethyst Matrix Locke had taken from his Astral Ring floated overhead, numbers constantly appearing across its surface: 801, 811... 900...

"Ah!" Pain from the depths of his soul pierced Locke's mind. It was his life instinct resisting and fearing his choice to exhaust his future for the sake of the present. Yet Locke controlled himself with reason, stopping himself from circulating Mana or strengthening his Magic Pressure to resist the Sacrifice Potion's effects.

The fire source of Fire Element magic burned throughout his entire body.

Perhaps the potential within him was simply too intense.

Locke also activated every Ancient Creature Bloodline in his body. The spell model stars in his Sea of Consciousness released brilliant starlight, revolving around the core of his Sea of Consciousness—Locke's soul.

Meanwhile, Locke used the invisible spell knife to tap those stars, using them to