Demon Ritual (Seeking Collection)

"Five severed fingers, check. Black Wizard Robe and Wizard Hat, check. Six White Feather Candles, check. Three Beast Blood, check. Okay, that's about it."

In a dark basement, a young man in a loose-fitting Wizard Robe was hunched over, using the candlelight from his hand to write strange, blood-colored characters on the floor.

After a while, the young man stood up and looked at the Hexagram pattern formed by the blood-colored characters on the ground, as well as the transparent numbers floating above it. He nodded in satisfaction.

20%

This was the success rate of the ritual. It was a bit low, but not a big problem. He wasn't finished yet. The young man continued to hold the candle and busied himself in the basement, placing a pile of miscellaneous items in specific positions. There were ferocious Devil Statues, pitch-black Skulls, and black Branches and Leaves that looked like bone spurs…

Everything looked extremely sinister. As the young man placed each item in its designated spot, the numbers above the Blood-Colored Magic Circle slowly flickered.

Finally, when the young man placed the six White Feather Candles at the six corners of the Blood-Colored Magic Circle, the numbers on the circle stabilized—200%!

"Next, it's time to witness a miracle!"

The corners of the young man's mouth turned up slightly. He then pulled the Wizard Hat over and put it on his head. He knelt on one knee in the center of the Blood-Colored Hexagram, muttering a cryptic Incantation.

"##%#=@,--,#=,#,..."

As the young man uttered the Incantation, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the sealed basement, first extinguishing the candle the young man was using for light.

Suddenly, under the blowing wind, the White Feather Candles ignited with green flames the size of soybeans. The ghastly green candlelight shone on the young man, further enhancing his sinister aura!

"Whoosh!"

Then, the green flames suddenly expanded. The six flames intertwined in the air to form a ferocious Demon Phantom. The Demon looked at the young man kneeling on one knee, his face completely obscured by the brim of his Wizard Hat. Hearing the occasional misspoken Incantation, the Demon's lips curled into a mocking smile.

The young man ignored it, continuing to chant his slightly flawed Incantation.

The Incantation contained errors for two reasons: first, it was too difficult to pronounce, and he wasn't very familiar with it yet. Second, part of the Incantation itself was wrong. This was a common trick of Demons; if the ritual failed, the soul of the ritual's host would belong to the Demon.

However, the young man didn't seem to care much, because even though there were many errors in the Incantation, the success rate number in his eyes was still not low—158%!

Soon, as the number dropped to 127%, all the Incantations were recited, and the ritual was successfully completed!

The Demon formed by green flames had a very unpleasant expression. It glared fiercely at the young man, unable to understand why this ritual had succeeded!

It wanted to punish the young man, but it was only a projection. The young man's ritual not only lacked such power, but its level was also very low. Otherwise, it could have bypassed the Magic Contract and acted forcefully, teaching this damned young man what demonic malice truly meant!

But alas… it was now the Demon experiencing human malice…

Despite its extreme unwillingness, the Demon still abided by the constraints of the contract, leaving behind a small Seed of Power before dissipating in the secret room.

From beginning to end, the young man never revealed his appearance to the Demon.

After the Demon disappeared, the entire ritual was declared complete, but the most important step was yet to be finished!

The young man slowly stood up and extended his right hand, trembling, towards a green flame floating in the air. This was the Seed of Power left by the Demon, and the final step to becoming a Legendary Wizard!

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, the young man grabbed it. Instantly, a large amount of green flames exploded from within, then flowed into his body through his right hand, integrating into his spine. Speckles of magical fluctuations began to emanate from within the young man.

Legendary Wizard, he had become one!

"I did it! Hahaha~~ I did it!"

The young man laughed heartily, unable to contain his excitement!

The young man's name was Isaac Solomon. He was a transmigrator who had inexplicably traveled to this world and become the son of a viscount. Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, he had to be not only a son but also a younger sibling.

He was the youngest in the House of Solomon, with two older brothers and an elder sister. His elder brothers were both outstanding, so the family business was not something he could inherit. Originally, being a wealthy young master would have been quite good.

Although his life wouldn't be as good as in his previous life, he would at least be considered upper class.

However, this world was not simple!

This was a fantasy world!

A fantasy world with supernatural powers like Wizards and Knights!

Isaac had no hope of inheriting the family business, but he had to pursue extraordinary power, right?

Otherwise, wouldn't his transmigration be in vain?

Thus, Isaac, who had been frail and sickly since childhood, set his sights on the extraordinary profession of Wizard, the master of magic!

In this world, Wizards were divided into three types. The first type was the Truth Wizard, also known as the Arcanist. Their understanding of wizards was similar to Isaac's: they gained power through knowledge and required high intelligence. The second type was the Witch, who possessed powerful magic and special spells from birth, but they had gender restrictions, so they were not suitable for Isaac.

Fortunately, there was a third type—the Legendary Wizard. This type of wizard had no requirements for aptitude. They obtained the power to master magic by performing rituals to various unknown beings. Through specific rituals, they could also draw magic and spells from legends.

The only problem with this path was that most of the acquisition and improvement of magic and magic power relied entirely on magic rituals. And if a magic ritual failed…

At best, one would turn into a Demon and fall into hell; at worst, their soul would be completely devoured by the Demon!

Fortunately, Isaac, as a transmigrator, had brought some "local specialties" with him. His "local specialty" was an ability that forcibly increased probability. As long as the conditions were met, anything he did would be 100% successful for him.

Of course, this was provided there was a possibility of success.

Like this wizard ritual, it was the only one he had spent three years selecting from various rituals that had a chance of success.

Thinking of the deceptions he had suffered over the years, Isaac sighed heavily. Then, he raised his head and walked out of the basement. No matter how difficult his past life had been, that was the past. Now, he had endured it!

As long as he passed the Apprentice Period of nurturing the Seed of Power, he would become a true Wizard!

Of course, even though he wasn't a true Wizard yet, he already possessed the ability to cast spells and had magic in his body. He could try that Sorcery…

Coincidentally, he could also verify a theory. A book stated that the process of learning and practicing Sorcery would also accelerate the nurturing of the Seed of Power and speed up the transition through the Apprentice Period.

However, the ritual mentioned in that book was incorrect, so it was uncertain whether this theory was valid, but it was worth a try, as he had nothing else to do now.

New book release, please collect.