Ruger had no grand ambitions, nor did he have boundless confidence in himself. Rather, he believed that if he wanted to succeed, he could only become this kind of demon. This was also a journey in search of his own Demon Heart. It was not simply a matter of creating a spell; it felt rather like finding himself. Perhaps, once he finished, obtaining those true-name characters would go more smoothly as well.
A spell demon, with a demon heart constructed from spells.
His teacher had said that his ability to see that river was partly due to the special circumstances at the time, and partly due to an inexplicable favor. Perhaps he was too unique, too rare, and had been lucky enough to win the river's favor.
Otherwise, he was merely an imitation, and even if he succeeded, it would only happen far in the future.
A demon that constantly radiated a miserly influence was certainly strange and rare enough. Yet he thought of something else. Although he had named his demon form and spell the Demon of Miserliness and the Miserly Demonfall Spell, his demon form was also entwined with, and contained, something else: the peculiar origin power he wielded.
Finding a heart for his demon form.
Ruger instinctively felt that this would affect the long years ahead of him. It was as though he stood at a crossroads with countless branching paths, making a choice from which there would be no turning back.
This was also one of his reasons for coming here. He had not come for any rewards, but simply to get out and wander a little. While still on his own island, he had already begun to sense it vaguely.
After leaving here, he would probably bid his friends farewell as well and, like Big