The two of them used the same kind of rune and the same system, so it made sense that they had grasped similar rules. As Dole watched, he absorbed what he saw for his own use, almost completely taking it in.
His comprehension of spatial rules surged higher and higher. Many of the profound mysteries of space that he had never understood slowly unfolded before his eyes, like a splendid scroll painting depicting all manner of things and presenting them to Dole for him to study.
Dole had already been only a step away in his comprehension of the rules. After observing for just a moment, he smiled faintly.
The aura around him rose slightly, and he had astonishingly reached Level Eight. That spatial rule had surpassed the ninth layer.
Dole's rising aura could not be concealed from those around him. Everyone nearby turned to look, expressions of shock on their faces.
In the distance, Magic Old Man, Ice King, Fire King, and the others who knew Dole well were dumbfounded. Damn it, he had only watched for a little while, and this guy had advanced to Level Eight?
And he had advanced without a sound. This was simply unbelievable.
Bitterness, shock, envy, jealousy, and resentment—every kind of emotion surged through them.
Level Seven and Level Eight were fundamentally different concepts. At Level Seven, one had merely grasped a little of the outer fur of a rule. Level Eight meant comprehending one rule to completion. They were two entirely different realms. At Level Eight, one began comprehending a second rule; if the two rules complemented one another, one's strength would increase dozens of times over.
Dole had advanced to Level Eight. Ice King, Fire King, Magic Old Man, and the others in the distance felt as sick as if they