After submitting his task, Tony imdiately rushed back to his room, obviously intending to go to take a nap. After all, every inspection trip would push one’s nerves to the limit, and it really consud your stamina. In contrast to Tony’s actions, Greem hesitated for a mont, then he turned around and walked toward the library.
It was around midday, so there weren’t very many apprentices inside the library.
It was a simple stone room with dozens of yellowed wooden bookshelves placed against the walls. On top of these shelves were all kinds of magic and spell books made from all kinds of materials and in all shapes and forms. The man who managed these books was a middle-aged, interdiate level old apprentice Adept.
For these interdiate apprentice Adepts, who had only barely reached this level with help from the experience of age, the Adept Tower would never put in any more effort to cultivate them. Also, this group of apprentice had given up their ambitions. They were not willing to take those overly risky missions, but, at the sa ti, they refused to return to the life of ordinary humans. Therefore, they beca a unique group within the apprentice Adepts.
Although a librarian only received one Knowledge point every seven days, it was an easy job, and there wasn’t any danger at all. That’s also the reason why this task had been occupied by these senior interdiate apprentice Adepts. For soone like Greem, who had no one to depend on and was forever alone, all he could do was take on those dangerous missions.
Greem didn’t rush to the bookshelves in the deepest area, like he used to do. Instead, he was browsing through each bookshelf leisurely, occasionally picking up a book and flipping through a few pages. All the books in this library were books of magic. When they were not borrowed, only the introduction was visible to a reader, while all the other content in the book was perpetually covered with a layer of floating dark fog, making sure no one could read through it.
Greem never dared to underestimate this normal looking dark fog, because it was personally designed by the master of this tower, the frightful Adept Anderson. Without going through a treatnt from a special magical formation, no apprentice could read the content of the book, not even a single character. If anyone started wishfully thinking of breaking this chanism, they would trigger a hidden magical formation, attracting the ire of, and punishnt from, the Great Adept himself.
Although the consequences could be quite dire, Greem still wanted to test to see if his Biological Assistance Chip could bring him an advantage in this situation. After all, Knowledge points were very difficult to earn, and currently Greem only had 7 points. Knowledge points alone were not enough to support his needed Spirit growth requirent.
He picked up the book, ‘The History of Adept’, and pretended he was seriously reading the intro. But in actuality, deep in his mind he was quietly issuing commands to the Biological Assistance Chip.
“Scan this book. Try and see if you can obtain the content without triggering the magical formation!”
*beep* “Command received, processing mission... starting deep scan...”
Greem lowered his head.
When the Biological Assistance Chip was scanning things outside his body, his eyes would take on a red tint. This required him to mask his eyes to prevent anyone from finding sothing abnormal through his eyes.
“Unknown protective force field detected... analyzing...” *beep* “Warning... force field is experiencing an unknown transformation... scanning terminated...”
Greem quickly closed his eyes and then the book.
It really didn’t work. Any tiny bit of interference from the outside world would be enough to trigger the protective magical formation on the book. It looked like his overly optimistic stealing mission had failed. Henceforth, if he wanted to obtain new knowledge, he had to be honest and exchange for it with Knowledge points.
But he had no regrets on this matter. Because, with the help from Biological Assistance Chip, he no longer had to use the traditional thod of copying – by hand. Any book, as long as he could borrow once, he would be able to duplicate it exactly, without missing anything, into the storage area of the chip, and he would be able to read it anyti he wanted.
Even if he couldn’t master the book in a short period of ti, he could still save them up and let the chip sort through and categorize them. Afterwards, he would be able to take his ti and slowly study the content of the book. With this alone, the chip was provided him a trendous boon!
He had no other choice but to put down the ‘History of the Adepts’. After that, Greem ca to stand in front of another bookshelf. All the books on this shelf were related to the usage of the fire elent, a very suitable section for him, according to his elental affinity, and that’s the reason why this bookshelf was the one he visited the most.
‘The Behavior of Fire Elentium’
‘Controling Techniques of the Fire Elent’
‘The Burning Hand’
‘How To Cast A Huge Fireball’
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So of these books were pure theory discussion on magic spells, so were simple insights into casting spells, so were orthodox models of elental spells and casting techniques... among these books, the books about casting spells were able to help him master so necessary spells and improve his combat ability, but they were not enough to increase his knowledge storage. Only those books about the theory of magic had a possibility of improving his Spirit.
How to utilize his Knowledge points in the most reasonable manner. He needed to expand the number of spells he could use, thus boosting his combat ability and survivability, and, at the sa ti, he needed more books on magical theory, which could push him further into becoming an official Adept. This was a tough conundrum that really pushed his mind to the limit!
Greem beca confused as he pondered this question while standing in front of the bookshelf.
Every magical energy system would definitely have their own respective theoretical foundation, and the power of Adept was based on the strength of their foundation.
So, what exactly did Magic represent to Greem?
Giving no reason, Greem gave the chip a nearly impossible long term mission.
“Chip, gather all the foundational information related to magic and find out the source of it. Also, give the leveling path which best suits my future developnt!”
*beep* “Command received, processing mission... constructing long-term observation project: The Source of Magic... lacking information, failed to construct a complete model... constructing short-term evaluation project: The Host’s Path to becoming an Adept... lacking information, failed to construct a complete model...”
The continuous blare of warning noises made Greem feel another headache coming on. What could he do? The Biological Assistance Chip had just awakened, so its database was nearly empty. If he didn’t find a way to gather so basic books on magic, it would impossible for it to co to any reliable results.
Fortunately, he had copied several books over the past six years. He would find a way to feed them to the chip when he returned to his room. Then the chip would, at least, have sothing in its database. Not like now, where it wasn’t able to do anything.
Turning around and leaving the library, Greem first went to the canteen and cured his hunger. Only after he was sated did he return to his own room.
Upon opening the door and entering his room, the first thing Greem did was throw a glance at the floor beneath his feet.
Right on the floor near the door was a weak rippling of fire elental energy.
The energy ca from fire elental particles purposely placed near the door. They didn’t have any major functions, but when soone passed by that spot, the elental energy around that person would inadvertently alter the arrangent of these fire elental particles. With that, Greem would easily be able to tell if anyone had entered his room while he was gone.
People in this community of Adepts rarely showed their true faces. Those who were not proactive in their preparations and self-defense wouldn’t last long in this tower.
Gently closing the door, Greem impatiently dug out all the Magic notes he had copied over the past few years. After a serious calculation, Greem figured that he currently owned five complete Magic books.
The first book was definitely the ‘Glossary of All Things”. It was the elentary book for all apprentice Adepts.
Greem sat down in front of his wooden table, ticulously reading through this ‘Glossary of All Things’. Although the majority of the content within had transford into his mory, but unavoidable he still forgot so, especially the tiny little details.
At first, he did his best to recite the book as he went through. He was having the Biological Assistance Chip copy all the knowledge content via his eyes into its storage, sorting and storing them according to his specifications.
As ti went on, Greem stopped wasting his energy on thinking or even reading. He simply turned himself into a human copying machine, his eyes continually flickering as they scanned over every single word, magical inscription, and image... they were all being copied at high speed.
In less than fifteen minutes, the ‘Glossary of All Things’ had been completely saved in the Chip’s mory!
Even Greem himself couldn’t control his shock at this extre speed.
As the core elentary book for all apprentice Adepts, this ‘Glossary of All Things’ recorded over ten thousand different races and unique creatures that had been discovered in the Adept Mainlands. It also held records of most of the commonly found plants, animals, minerals, special magical materials... As a whole, this book had over thirty thousand entries.
During his first two years here, Greem had spent a whopping 17 months copying and morizing the entire book, But now it took him less than fifteen minutes to save it completely.
While getting over his shock at the Chip’s amazing speed, Greem closed the book, and slowly started recalling the copied mory into his mind. Information on any species, fauna or flora, would appear in his mind as soon as he thought of it. The Chip would also project any related information and data into his mind. This would, indeed, save Greem a lot of ti.
Good. This was really useful! He would never have to worry about struggling to morize that hard to understand magical knowledge.
Being completely overwheld with excitent, Greem didn’t pay any attention to the growing pain in his brain. He couldn’t wait and quickly took out the second book, starting to duplicate it using the sa thod.
‘The Beginning of Spirit Force’, an orthodox book on Magic Theory. It mainly explained the raw source and application of the Spirit energy used by Adepts. It also contained so simple thods for exercising one’s Spirit Force.
After he finished copying the second book, Greem gently touched his head. He felt incredibly nauseous and tired at the sa ti.
These... these were the symptoms of Spirit energy depletion!
As an apprentice Adept, he was extrely familiar with this situation. During the period when he had just learned the Burning Hand spell, as he still couldn’t master the output of his magic energy, he had always depleted his pitiful store of Spirit energy.
In the later stages, when he got more familiar with the casting of Burning Hand, he finally gained a level of proficiency over Spirit energy usage without being taught by anybody. When one controlled magical energies, their Spirit energy was proportionate to the strength of their soul. The stronger one’s soul, the more Spirit energy they had to use. Thus, that person would be able to cast more magic spells.
Take Greem as an example! He had a Spirit of 8, and his Magical energy was ten tis his Spirit. In this case, 80 points. There were so Adepts who liked to call this Magical Energy ‘Adept Energy’.
Anyway, these 80 points of Adept Energy were all Greem’s current abilities afforded him.
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