Killing Intent and Formation of the Second Wizard Rune

"Who—who's there?" Arthur's face instantly twisted with shock and fury, his voice agitated, his eyes brimming with ferocity.

As he spoke, he walked toward Wang Ya.

Someone might have overheard the entire conversation between him and Anna. That was absolutely intolerable.

Once his pitiful self-esteem was provoked, it transformed into the reckless release and venting of extreme emotions.

Arthur was in precisely that state of mind. His unease and resentment swelled within him, desperate to burst free.

Who the hell was eavesdropping!!

Anna's expression was equally unpleasant. Her fair skin had flushed crimson with shame and anger.

"It's you, Wang Ya." Anna frowned. "Why are you here? Have you been eavesdropping on us this whole time?"

Watching the figure slowly emerge from the darkness, her gaze flickered as though she were considering something.

Then, she lowered her eyes and suddenly said to Arthur, "Enough. I'm going back first. Arthur, I've always regarded you as a friend. Get some proper rest tonight."

With that, she went straight into the cabin.

To her, Wang Ya's appearance was an opportunity. It would also spread the meaning of tonight's conversation and clear away any connection between herself and Arthur.

Having become involved in such a matter, Wang Ya felt speechless. It was meaningless trouble.

The Scarlet Scale Bigfin in the bucket he carried occasionally rammed against its walls. Harak flapped his wings as he stood on Wang Ya's shoulder, his blood-red pupils reflecting Arthur's furious, hate-filled face.

"It's you, you trash. You actually eavesdropped on my conversation with Anna. You damned bastard, damned bastard!!"

Arthur's right hand clenched tightly, veins bulging. His extreme fury made him want to rush over and beat Wang Ya senseless right then and there.

Then he thought of more. This trash knew about tonight's conversation; there was no guarantee he would not spread it around. At the thought of those strange looks gathering upon him, Arthur's eyes instantly reddened. Alongside his resentment was a hysterical madness.

Why was this happening? Everyone was targeting him.

Clearly, he possessed Top Aptitude. He had a Wizard Legacy. His status and standing were the highest. Why should those lowly new students survive unscathed?

The emptiness of his left arm, the disfigurement of his face—everything seemed to devour his heart, leaving it hollow.

Wang Ya frowned and gave Arthur a detached glance, saying nothing as he passed by him.

The matter itself held no meaning. Pursuing it further would only waste time.

He generally did not care about meaningless things.

Suddenly, his steps slowed for a moment before returning to their normal pace as he entered the cabin.

Under the dim, warm-toned light, he raised his head slightly. His eyes had become incomparably cold, carrying unmistakable killing intent.

While on the deck, he had sensed killing intent from Arthur. It had been almost entirely undisguised, as though Arthur might attack at any moment.

At that time, Wang Ya had used the Consciousness Imprint to have Harak ready himself.

Arthur was not entirely stupid. He had not acted, instead suppressing his urgent impulse.

Wizard Tuta's presence maintained order throughout the Wizard Ship.

As long as one did not violate the rules, there would be no problem no matter what one did.

But once those rules were broken, the punishment could sometimes be more terrifying than death.

He shut the room door and set the bucket aside.

Wang Ya washed up in the washroom.

In the mirror, his handsome face wore a cold expression, his pupils narrowing slightly. He considered why Arthur had developed killing intent toward him.

Because of this meaningless matter?

Thinking of Arthur's recent changes and the heavy blow he had suffered, it could likely be attributed to an abnormal mental state.

But Wang Ya did not care. Whatever became of Arthur had nothing to do with him. The only thing Wang Ya cared about was that Arthur had developed killing intent.

That was both trouble and a threat!

It had to be cut away.

Wang Ya's gaze turned icy as he made up his mind.

He was certain Arthur probably thought the same, though likely because of that laughable inferiority buried within his mind.

They definitely could not act aboard the Wizard Ship, with Wizard Tuta serving as the guardian of order.

During the daily Sea Beast capture outings, they would leave the Wizard Ship and head into the Endless Sea. That was an opportunity.

If he could think of it, the other party might be able to as well.

Then it would depend on whose methods were superior.

Wang Ya walked out of the washroom, his gaze falling on Harak standing atop the clothes rack, then on the culture dish on the desk.

Inside was the Supernatural Toxin—Scarlet Scale Toxin.

One Night was not much time, but Wang Ya could accomplish many things.

There were twelve Scarlet Scale Bigfin in the bucket. He gave two to Harak as a midnight meal. For the rest, Wang Ya gripped the Dissection knife and removed their venom sacs. The extra one was kept as a precaution, a remedy in case he made a mistake.

He extracted all the Supernatural Toxin and placed it into the culture dish.

Particle Energy underwent a change in properties.

All that remained was for the toxin to gather and form the true Supernatural Toxin—"Scarlet Scale Toxin."

At around one o'clock, Wang Ya continued his cultivation of the Vast Sea Meditation Method for the day.

Seven days had already passed since the Eye of Truth had analyzed it.

All the knowledge related to the second Vast Sea Rune had been transmitted into the depths of his mind, thoroughly digested.

With a thought, he appeared in the world within his Sea of Consciousness the next moment.

The ink-black surroundings truly resembled the Endless Sea in some ways. There was only one star in the sky, emitting a faint glow that barely illuminated the area around him.

Wang Ya had heard a legend: once the Sea of Consciousness was completely lit up, it meant the Wizard path had taken shape, granting power capable of burning mountains and boiling seas.

With a wave of one's hand, a towering mountain could be reduced to its most fundamental dust—powdered to nothing.

An unending stream of Spiritual Power rose and fell with the sound of waves in his Sea of Consciousness, tracing out a second Vast Sea Rune beside the first.

It was somewhat similar, yet profoundly different at its core—more intricate and more difficult.

The seven days of analysis had been effective. At first, Wang Ya was somewhat unpracticed, but later, it felt as though he were writing. It was as if an extra hand held his own, making formerly difficult strokes simple and smooth.

Just before his Spiritual Power was exhausted, a new Vast Sea Rune appeared beside the first. Their glows drew toward one another, creating a resonance like that between magnetic fields.

Splash!

It was as though he heard the majestic surge of the ocean beside his ears, yet it also resembled the soft patter of a clear spring.

His nearly depleted Spiritual Power began to recover under the nourishment of some unknown force, returning to its peak in an instant.

The intensity of his Spiritual Power also increased considerably.

In the Real World, Wang Ya opened his eyes. Flecks of blue light shimmered within his black pupils.