novel-bin Chapter 9, Level 2? Level 2
Chapter 9, Level 2? Level 2
In the core area of a nearly completely sealed laboratory, protected by layers of complex rune arrays, a devastating explosion suddenly erupted!
Its power is not simply a matter of addition, but rather it creates a terrifying chain reaction!
Even more terrifying is the violent dark element it contains, which, like a spark thrown into a pot of oil, instantly ignited the elemental balance of the entire laboratory space, forming a rampant elemental tide!
The turbulent energy currents were like countless frenzied, dark pythons, colliding and tearing wildly within the confined space!
The runic walls of the laboratory emitted a piercing, mournful wail, flickering under the strain, threatening to collapse completely at any moment!
Once the protection fails, this terrifying explosion, far exceeding the power of ordinary level two witchcraft, would be enough to raze the entire majestic wizard tower to the ground!
As Hick was running for his life, he felt a powerful shockwave slam into his back!
"puff--!"
He was slammed against the heavy laboratory door like a kite with a broken string, blood gushing from his mouth!
Excruciating pain instantly swept through my entire body!
With his understanding of human anatomy, he could clearly "hear" the cracking sounds coming from many bones inside the body—ribs, arm bones, leg bones... countless bones were broken!
It felt as if his internal organs had been shaken out of place!
Once again, despair overwhelmed him like an icy tide.
He collapsed onto the cold ground, feeling the increasingly violent and unstable dark energy around him, as if the devastating final explosion was about to occur at any moment!
This is a series of calculations, schemes, and life-or-death struggles...
This completely shattered Hick's arrogant fantasy of being a transmigrator with a system in his hands.
For the first time, he realized his own insignificance and ignorance in such a profound way!
As he closed his eyes to await death, he suddenly sensed something amiss—
That originally chaotic, disordered, roaring, and surging dark energy... seems to...
Is it being forcibly smoothed out by an unimaginable force?
"impossible!"
The wizard Klin's venomous and unbelievable roar pierced through the chaotic energy flow.
"You...you've only just advanced to level two! How could you possibly be able to cast level two witchcraft?!"
Even with his eyes closed, Hick's heart was filled with turbulent waves!
Level Two sorcery can only be mastered by Level Two sorcerers who have stabilized their level! Newly promoted individuals have absolutely no chance!
"Do you know why I've tolerated your offenses all this time?"
The mentor's voice rang out steadily, carrying an air of knowing everything and having victory in his grasp, as if giving a final answer to a dying person.
"Do you know why the Tower Master, knowing you and I are sworn enemies, still allowed you to teach here?"
"I...I've been abandoned? Is that it?!"
Klin's voice trembled with a hint of despair.
"No." The tutor's answer was calm yet cruel.
"The Tower Master is fair. Within the rules, the strong prey on the weak. If you can eliminate me before I return to level two... he will not hold you accountable."
"Back to... Level Two?!" Klin and Hick on the ground were both shaken to their core! The information contained in those two words exploded in their minds like a thunderclap!
"Surprised? But that's my confidence, while your confidence..."
A sinister, unfathomable smile slowly appeared on the mentor's face.
"...It seems to have stopped working."
The voice, like the whisper of a venomous snake, coldly coiled around Klin's heart.
"Accept your fate, Krillin."
"No--!!"
The last glimmer of hope in Klin's eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only pure, overwhelming fear!
He let out a dying beast's roar, struggling to muster his last strength—
However, the mentor gently brushed his hand across the void, the movement as light as brushing away dust.
There seemed to be no trace or reaction, yet I was inside a closed space filled with elemental energy.
Hick still sensed an energy fluctuation, and the desperate roar of the wizard Klin came to an abrupt end!
His face contorted with rage, fear, and resentment...
All the intense emotions were wiped away in an instant, as if by an invisible giant hand!
Instead, there was a complete and chilling void.
His eyes lost focus, becoming empty and lifeless, and his body stood stiffly in place, like a puppet whose soul had been emptied.
Watching Klin instantly transform from frantic struggle to absolute "stillness," Hick felt a bone-chilling cold rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!
As if he understood something, Hick felt a chill run down his spine. Could even a formal wizard become a test subject?
He turned the wizard Klin into a puppet-like mentor and seemed quite satisfied with his creation.
After taking a few glances, I was full of admiration.
"What a wonderful test subject! Don't you agree, Hick?"
Hearing his mentor's words and sensing the satisfaction in his tone, Hick knew that he was not angry with his reaction just now.
"It's...it's...perfect, mentor!"
After saying this, Hick, whose body was already broken and internal organs damaged by the impact, could no longer endure it and fainted.
When Hick woke up again, he felt as if his body was shattered.
At this moment, Hicks desperately wished to faint again to escape the pain that was spreading throughout her body.
"Boss Hick, you're awake?"
Hearing the sound, Hick endured the excruciating pain and slowly looked toward the bedside.
He saw his three underlings standing there, and the one who spoke was none other than Kurt.
Seeing Hick turn his head, a skinny man with a pointed face, about 1.6 meters tall, standing next to Kert said obsequiously:
"Boss Hick, your bones have all been set by Instructor Perot. He said that once you wake up, you should drink this medicine."
After saying that, the chubby boy named Dila took out a bottle of medicine containing dark green liquid.
Hick knew what this potion was; it was a level one life potion that was effective even for formal wizards.
But why would the mentor have Dila teach him?
Why not just use it yourself?
After examining his body, Hick understood what his mentor meant.
Although he was severely injured, a large amount of dark elements surged into his body due to the environment at the time.
There are still many remnants on me, after all, that belongs to the second level, which is quite a lot for a mere second-level apprentice like myself.
The dark elements remaining in the body can already be considered a resource.
His gaze fell on the potion in Dila's hand, which emitted a soft, life-giving green light. Hick finally understood the choice that his mentor, Perot, had given him:
Is it to grit one's teeth and endure the excruciating pain, desperately absorbing and refining the dark elements accumulated within one's body, transforming them into one's own power?
Should I drink this precious first-level life potion, allowing its powerful life energy to instantly wash away all the dark elements, while simultaneously healing my injuries and restoring my health?
After this incident, Hicks gained a deeper understanding of his mentor.
This is by no means a multiple-choice question, but a mandatory one.
There is only one answer to this question!