Ruger had always felt that the steadiness of his Mental Power, and the stability with which he operated and manipulated certain things, far surpassed that of apprentices and wizards at the same level. He had even been praised for it; for example, when refining potions, he had once earned an astonished compliment from old Lunse.
But thinking of it now, with just a little careful consideration, he discovered a terrifying fact: those transcribers must also have been a group of people spread across every level, with extremely steady Mental Power.
A bit of Mental Power talent was nothing particularly rare in the vast Cavern World.
Even with so many failed wizard apprentices, the number of wizards was still enormous.
With his round, bulging belly, he was not afraid of starving to death, or of losing focus from hunger and causing the spell to fail, so he remained under the spell conception the entire time.
In the haze, he used invisible eyes to capture the spell details of the Fire Nail Spear, and all the various aspects of the spell model flew past before his eyes.
There were traces of the transcriber's Mental Power, and some fragmented understandings of the spell, like words ringing beside his ear. In truth, it was the contact between both sides' Mental Power: capturing and reading, verifying and understanding. Everything was so wonderful, like wandering through an ocean of spell details.
It was like conversing with someone from countless years ago, listening to their teachings, peering into their understanding of spells, while at the same time being able to glimpse the detailed parts of those spell models.
Ruger gradually became immersed in it.
A wizard's persistence and exploration were not only gritting one's teeth and enduring in the mire. There was also enjoyment, the excitement of