It seemed that everything had changed.
The moment Ruger had that thought, he remembered Lord Kurt, and at the same time, a tremor came from the Bedroom Space.
He curled his lip. It seemed nothing had changed after all.
Amid the waves of prayers around him, Stray Hair One was ascending to godhood with the help of his transformation. He too was sensing the changes within himself, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to gain an initial glimpse into the mysteries of life. Sometimes, the finest subject for experiment and observation was the wizard himself.
Yes, a wizard—not the abbreviated catch-all term with the word omitted.
From now on, he no longer needed to call himself a wizard apprentice in his heart. He could use the simpler title: wizard.
It sounded so satisfying. Just two words apart, yet enough to make countless people willingly devote their entire lives to it. Innumerable strange, stirring, or silent and unspoken stories had been written for its sake.
Ruger felt that his own journey had not been long, but the scenery along the way had already shown him many indescribable stories written by wizard apprentices.
To others, they were stories. But to those people, they were their entire lives.
Ruger's expression changed.
The power of the sublimation ritual seemed unable to accompany him through the final transformation.
Yet he was not the least bit flustered. He had long expected minor problems; for things to have gone this smoothly from beginning to end had already far exceeded his expectations.
He suddenly understood those old wizards a little. In that instant, he instinctively considered optimizing this ritual after becoming a wizard, then finding several qualified apprentices—or even disciples—to test the improved ritual. If he did that, then as the crystallization of his wisdom, he would also hope for