Skill: Ignite

"Check out."

Not because all the materials were bought, but because he ran out of money.

Just over a dozen types of materials cost 243 gold coins. The money he just got yesterday was gone before it even warmed up.

Because he bought quite a few materials at once, the guild also gave him a large pocket made of Magical Cloth, which could block most perceptions and prevent Spirituality from dissipating.

On the way back, Ian was vigilant the whole time, but the expected attack did not appear.

A passerby inexplicably jumped out wanting to forcibly buy Wawa. Anyone could tell it wasn't normal.

The man might not have recognized what Wawa was, after all, Ian had received supernatural knowledge training since childhood and had never even heard of magical seeds.

But the man had definitely seen that Wawa was unusual through some means, which made Ian wary.

He wasn't afraid, but if a conflict broke out, there would only be two outcomes.

If he could win, killing the lesser would attract the greater, potentially leading to bigger trouble.

If he couldn't win, Ian would have to flee, cutting off the cooperation that had just begun and forcing him to find a new place to start over.

"How is this possible... How could I fail?!"

In a room at the Central Avenue, the Bounty Hunter Guild hotel, Haistorm, who had just returned from the Bounty Hunter Guild, had a gloomy expression.

In front of him, a silver hand mirror floated gently. Strangely, the mirror displayed no image, only a void of emptiness.

At the Bounty Hunter Guild, Haistorm discovered the extraordinary nature of the strange creature beside Ian. It actually possessed spatial properties.

But being ruthlessly rejected and ignored by Ian undoubtedly ignited his killing intent.

Haistorm confidently returned to the inn and immediately used the mystical item Seeking Shadow Mirror to locate Ian, thinking about how he would torture him after capturing him.

The result was undoubtedly a failure.

Unwilling to accept it, Haistorm fully activated his Spirituality and tried again.

"Ah--"

His Spirituality seemed to hit a bronze wall. A strange power pierced through the void, crashing into his Spirituality world. His Spirituality world experienced violent tremors, and the world's barrier seemed on the verge of cracking.

The excruciating pain from his Spirituality tormented him mercilessly.

He returned to his inn room smoothly. The attack didn't come, but Ian still decided to lie low for a few days.

Since he got the Fate Card, he felt noticeable progress with every meditation.

Compared to when he first transmigrated, his Spirituality world had expanded a bit, and the Original Tree had grown significantly taller.

He might as well use these few days to improve himself.

Ian opened the mouth of the Magical Cloth bag and placed it on the ground. Wawa eagerly jumped onto Ian.

"Wow..."

Wawa stood on the bag, which was enormous to it, pointed at the bag, and gently asked if it could eat.

Ian smiled knowingly, "Eat up, it's all yours."

Wawa extended its four tentacles, grabbed a Lesser Moonstone, and put it in its mouth.

This Lesser Moonstone was about the size of a fist, almost as big as Wawa's head at the moment. Yet, Wawa opened its large mouth, and the Lesser Moonstone disappeared.

There was no chewing or swallowing process; it simply vanished.

Slightly startled, Ian came to his senses. This must be Wawa's spatial ability.

"Wow..."

Wawa stopped after eating three materials, climbed back onto Ian, greeted him, and fell asleep again. It was likely digesting the Spirituality materials.

Ian calculated that if Wawa only ate materials, it would only last for three to four days. It seemed he still needed to feed it Spirituality and mana together.

For the next few days, Ian alternated between alchemy, meditation, and feeding Wawa. He had the waiters deliver meals to his room.

This greatly surprised Lia, who had been keeping an eye on Ian. A young, handsome, and wealthy transcendent was not affected by the decadent desires of Paradise Port but stayed in his hotel room, silently practicing alchemy?!

Were all Alchemist this unusual?!

At 10 PM on November 22nd, in the Spirituality world, Ian, who had been silently anticipating and waiting, finally felt that familiar rhythm again.

He looked up and, as expected, a new "star" was shining brilliantly on the Veil of Fate.

Although it wasn't the first time, the day each card evolved made him incredibly excited. This was his foundation for survival.

As Ian willed it, the "star" disappeared, and a purple card floated before him.

The four corners of the card were adorned with strange purple patterns, and in the center of the translucent card was a mass of deep red flames, as if burning intensely.

[Card: Ignite]

Ignite: Composite Witchcraft. Uses one's own Spirituality fire to anchor and Ignite the enemy's Spirituality. The Spirituality fire will spread along the opponent's Spirituality, like a persistent scar, extremely difficult to extinguish.

When the Spirituality fire burns, all information within a certain range around the Spirituality fire is within the caster's senses.

This Witchcraft first generates a source of Spirituality fire in its own Spirituality world, consuming its own Spirituality to continuously strengthen and enhance the flame's intensity.

Card Spirituality: Soul Flame.

This is a new card type: Witchcraft card.

Ignite?!

Ian was ecstatic. Was this a modified version of Ignite from League of Legends?

The Ignite in the game couldn't kill people, but his Ignite was deadly.

In this extraordinary world based on Spirituality, even a little Spirituality damage was a big deal.

Directly burning Spirituality sounded terrifying!

Ian "tapped" lightly, and the card transformed into scattered specks of light, disappearing. A mass of deep crimson flames appeared in his Spirituality world.

Immediately after, it transformed into a small, deep crimson "moon" hanging on the Veil of Fate, slowly revolving around the "sun" manifested by the Fate Card.

At the same time, Ian felt it begin to continuously absorb his Spirituality. Fortunately, he could cut off or increase the Spirituality supply at any time.

Feeling the Spirituality fire growing more intense, he felt a sense of peace and security.

This Fate Card was more reliable than his own father.

Although he had just acquired a powerful skill, Ian did not change his plans.

For the next few days, he continued his routine of alchemy, meditation, and feeding Wawa.

Enchanted Weapon Oil, he only refined it once a day, three pounds at a time. He didn't want to let making money interfere with his progress.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A knock on the door woke Ian from his deep meditation.

It was noon on the 25th, the scheduled transaction day.

Ian opened the Gate of Opening, and Lia, dressed in a black long dress, stood at the door with a smile.

"Trist, you haven't left the house for a week."

"If it's because of the Enchanted Weapon Oil, we can adjust the output according to our agreement..."

As soon as Lia saw him, she began to persuade Ian.

Ian did not respond directly, but instead praised her with admiration.

"You look like a completely different person in that outfit."

In their previous meetings, Lia had always worn neat black leather outfits, differing only in color and style.

This was the first time he had seen her in a dress, and he almost didn't recognize her.

"If Ms. Lia is concerned about me, then I thank you. Please come in--"

As soon as Lia entered, she saw the materials neatly piled on the living room floor and a small pile of canned Enchanted Weapon Oil.

This time, the cans were silver, provided by the Whaling Group, one pound per can for convenient use.

"If that's how you see it, then let's go with that."

Lia gently closed the door and sat back on the sofa opposite Ian, her lips curved into a relaxed smile.

"Then I really must say thank you. Because in this world, there aren't many people who still think of me."

Ian's casual remark touched Lia.

"The goods are over there, please check them."

Ian's lack of romantic flair interrupted Lia's thoughts, and she looked at his retreating back with a helpless expression.

She thought he was going to continue the conversation. Like the bards in a bar, they were all skilled at livening up the atmosphere and charming people.

But he always got down to business after only a few words. How could he be so bad at talking!

Even their rough-and-tumble leader knew to chat about daily life and liven up the mood before every meeting.