Almost Really Froze to Death

Using one's own magical power to assimilate the magical power of the outside world was not complicated in principle, but actually putting it into practice was anything but easy.

Splurt~!

Fine cracks appeared across Bell's left forearm, and blood sprayed from them, instantly staining the ground around him red.

When outside magical power entered a Wizard's body, it would naturally cause harm. In fact, even a Wizard's own magical power, once released outside the body and assimilated by the surrounding environment, would likewise clash to a certain extent with the originally "pure" magical power if it was drawn back in.

To lessen that damage, a Wizard's body needed to possess a strong capacity for and adaptability to magical power. The requirements were basically the same as those for Wandless Magic.

After years of relentless strengthening, Bell's body could now withstand a certain amount of outside magical power entering it. But clearly, in order to safely peel away the final layer of ice around the Elemental Lord's Ice Core, the magical power Bell had drawn into his body far exceeded the limit he could bear.

Of course, the body was the foundation of everything, and Bell had no intention of completely wrecking himself for a single Ice Core. He concentrated all the Philosopher's Stone's magical power in his left forearm. This would increase the pressure on that arm and cause greater damage to that area, but it would also protect the rest of his body from harm.

Crack, crack~!

As Bell poured more and more magical power into the fissure, the crack in the ice shell gradually widened.

Who knew how long passed. Just as cold sweat covered Bell's forehead and blood loss left him dizzy and disoriented, a heavenly cracking sound rang out. The final layer of ice completely split