A brand-new Spell Model took shape in his Mental Power Space. Though he had many ideas, he knew he was still at the stage of walking within the rules. Perhaps he could occasionally hop twice, but he was still far from breaking free of the rules established by the wizards before him. That was a relatively smooth path, and one rich with possibilities.
Perhaps only after reaching the higher ranks of wizardry, such as becoming a Seven-Ring Wizard, could one begin doing things outside the norm. Only then could one achieve Eight-Ring and set one's sights on Nine-Ring.
At some point, his mental power had been depleted to an utterly exaggerated extent, and he was already thoroughly exhausted.
It was an imprint spell capable of automatically storing malice. It lacked the power and practicality of the Grey Bullet Spell, but it was far more complex.
Yet he was wildly delighted, because this was the starting point of everything.
Having encountered more and more wizards, he had long realized that after becoming Formal Wizards, they all sprinted down the paths they excelled at. It was completely different from their days as Wizard Apprentices.
After attempt after attempt, a Spell Model with many areas still open to optimization was finally born in his Mental Power Space.
Out of caution, he had not altered the original Arcane Imprint spell. He had kept the original version, which could still be used for matters such as handling contracts.
He opened his eyes. Though his mind was weak, his eyes still gleamed the instant he woke.
At some point, the Monster Wolf had come to the side of his chair and curled up there. He casually raised a hand and gently stroked its large head.
The bottle beside the chair had already been knocked over by