To be fair, Ruger truly hoped the old crone would succeed, rather than that ancient wizard's true body from who knew how many years ago returning to the world in some fashion. It was not because he had read too many biographical novels. Rather, somewhere deep inside, he naturally hoped that the old crone—a broken, tiny consciousness in the face of adversity—could turn everything around and change her own fate. In other words, people often wished to see a miracle born before their very eyes. Even as a bystander, Ruger felt that would be a fine thing.
Then they could end all this happily in the least risky way possible. He could even offer his blessing.
But fate was simply like this. All he could do was put up whatever resistance lay within his power.
He wanted to witness the old crone create a miracle, but she had handed him something even more outrageous—something far more difficult for a wizard apprentice—and asked him to try creating a miracle too.
And even if he risked his life and succeeded, this miracle seemingly offered him not the slightest benefit.
Ruger stroked his chin and continued reading the notes.
The stability of his current mental power space was in no way inferior to that of an ordinary peak level-five apprentice. The greater stability brought by higher mental power had already been evened out by him. He even believed himself to be just a little stronger than those geniuses among peak level-fives.
His thoughts wandered. He thought of something interesting: if he truly succeeded, would his mental power break through the apprentice limit and undergo a transformation, reaching the level of a rank-one wizard? If it did not complete the transformation, would he still count as a rank-one wizard? Would he be an official