Genius Could Be Buried Too

Knowledge from the Spirit Network was transmitted through Telepathy, without obstruction, and could be consulted at any time.

Roland quickly skimmed through the information on Scarlet Sorcerers and began planning his next move.

"I have 138 Spirit Coins left. That only lets me train for ten minutes. Multiplied by forty-four, that's... a little over seven hours."

He calculated it several times before arriving at a rough answer.

He had studied arcane arts for six years, but he was terrible at arithmetic. He relied entirely on rote memorization for Spellcasting.

"Not enough."

He raked a hand through his messy hair, his brow deeply furrowed.

The teleportation service cost zero Spirit Coins. Running away meant he would have no Spirit Coins for Dream Training and could only fumble his way through training alone.

But if he stayed, how much progress could he make in just seven hours?

"I have to go."

He connected to the Spirit Network and checked the map.

[The nearby real-world map is blank. Would you like to accept a map-recording mission? This mission requires no deposit and may be abandoned at any time.] "Accept."

The next moment, a red dot popped up in his message panel and flashed faintly.

He clicked it with his thoughts, and a projected mission panel immediately appeared in his mind.

This was a bounty mission issued by the Spirit Network itself. Any member could accept it, and the difficulty was extremely low—all they had to do was run around. The reward was low as well, only one Spirit Coin per square li.

Yet such missions were fiercely contested. Delay even a little, and someone else would snatch them first.

"This is my chance. The Spirit Network has just covered this area."

Roland opened the flat map. The area within a dozen