It was as if he couldn’t wait to share the news with everyone.
Only one person remained behind.
It was the freckled child who nearly dripped snot onto Ronan’s face earlier. When she started speaking, Ronan realized that this skinny, golden-haired ss of a child was actually a girl.
"Ro...Ronan...did you really fall and hurt your brains?"
The freckled girl worriedly reached out to touch Ronan’s head, but after Ronan quickly evaded her hand, she imdiately burst into tears with a loud "Waaah!"
"Waaah—Jina is going to marry an idiot in the future!
Jina doesn’t want to be the bride of an idiot pig farr..."
Ronan tried to calm the girl down, but she cried even more fiercely, avoiding him as if he were the plague.
Ronan couldn’t be bothered with her anymore, clutching his aching head, he walked elsewhere with a somber expression.
Night fell.
The starry sky spread across the night.
"How did a perfectly fine child beco an idiot? Let’s take him to the vet tomorrow to check. Last ti they cured Old Pick’s eating problem, maybe there’s a solution for Ronan too?"
"Yes, but he took half the pig entrails for it! I can’t afford any extra food to pay him for another consultation, especially for a person’s health..."
"But we can’t just watch Ronan beco a fool, can we? Oh, my poor child, sob sob..."
"As long as he learns to be a capable pig farr, what does it matter if he’s smart or not? Sleep now, damn it, life’s already bad enough, don’t make worry over such small things..."
Inside the pitch-dark mud hut ca the man’s complaints and the woman’s cries. Ronan lay in the filthy, stench-filled pigsty, resting his head on damp straw, staring up at the starry sky above him.
His face was as calm as water, his mood almost as bad as it could be.
Everything around him was exceedingly real, and after half a day of "exploration," he understood his current identity.
His na was Ronan, son of the pig farr Ronan, without a last na. In this impoverished and backward village, no one had a last na.
When the man in the house, who was unwilling to trade half a pig’s entrails for his son’s healthy head, died, Ronan would inherit the prefix "pig farr" and beco the new pig farr Ronan.
By then, he might have his own child, perhaps also nad Ronan, or maybe sothing else...none of it mattered!
What mattered was—over the course of half a day, he tried ditation, all the basic ans of a wizard, and got no reaction whatsoever.
Not to ntion the profound and complex Ancient Star ditation Technique, even the Basic ditation Technique he had mastered to the level of instinct couldn’t be perford.
He couldn’t feel any trace of Free Energy Particles in the air.
Even....
The character panel that had been firmly bound to him since the crossing disappeared!
"What ancient and bizarre thod could so easily seize the powerful will of a Peak Level 3 Wizard with a soul aged to the point of near decay?!"
Ronan murmured, reaching out to the night sky as if trying to grasp the stars above.
Suddenly, a deeper fear arose in him.
"Or perhaps..."
"Everything I previously experienced related to being a wizard was just...a dream before the actual crossing?!"
"Or is it—even the crossing is fake, and from beginning to end, I’ve only ever been the son of a pig farr? Is this the real reality?!"
These two guesses almost made Ronan tremble, for nothing in the world scared him more.
Everything he was familiar with had abandoned him, plunging him into an indescribable sense of despair.
He was utterly sorrowful, confused...everything around him felt like a sword stabbing deeply into his heart.
He curled up tightly, evading the pervasive cold and darkness, his fingers burrowing into his dirty, clumped hair, scratching his scalp until it bled...
Until dawn broke, and the first rays of morning light fell on the small figure in the pigsty.
Ronan lifted his head, bloodshot eyes eting the rising sun, as warm embers were ignited by the sunlight!
In that mont, confusion and despair were swept away, Ronan stood up.
He stepped out of the pigsty, ran out of the village, and in the morning mist, walked barefoot step by step towards the distant golden horizon...
That day, a moderately significant event occurred in the village—the pig farr’s son disappeared after hurting his brains in a fall, never to return. Because of this, the blacksmith’s daughter Jina cried in sadness for an entire afternoon, for she was only six and already a "widow."
From then on, across this land, there was an orphan nad Ronan Damien.
The next year, people called him a "thief," "pickpocket," and "shaless rogue."
The third year, he beca an awkward and inexperienced minstrel.
Later, the minstrel joined an adventure group, becoming an apprentice rcenary not even as tall as the hilts of others’ swords.
And later still...
No one knew how many years passed, his hair gray, revered by admirers as a "Legend," cursed by enemies as a "mad dog," ridiculed by gossips as a "deceiver." Through the long years, Ronan never gave up seeking all things related to wizards. During his umpteenth, and last, attempt at ditation, holding a battered longsword, he finally collapsed lifeless beside a burning campfire.
"This body...perhaps truly lacks the potential to beco a wizard..."
In his final monts, Ronan whispered a phrase he had repeated to himself countless tis.
In a daze, he saw a beautiful golden ladybug, like a shooting star or a firework, swiftly passing before his eyes...
......
"Sssss—"
In the quiet, tranquil cave, Ronan slowly opened his eyes.
In his sapphire-like eyes, a brief flash of confusion was followed by a profound, contradicting sense of age and ti.
Ronan’s lips moved slightly, and he only felt parched and starving...as if he hadn’t had food or water for a long ti.
However, these physical discomforts couldn’t diminish the satisfaction and joy in his heart at this mont.
"I..."
"I’m finally back."
The voice from his mouth was hoarse and dry, yet carried an unprecedented persistence and determination.
An old voice slowly echoed in his mind.
"You shouldn’t have attempted this recklessly in my absence..."
Ronan didn’t speak. The voice paused for a mont, then continued with so complexity: "But your performance indeed surpassed my expectations by far.
Most wizards conducting Spirit Heart cultivation for the first ti would crumble and choose suicide due to the despair within the first to three years of the ’Reincarnation Dreams’...
The best perforr only lasted till the fifth year..."
"How long was I inside?"
Ronan asked, as if inquiring about an unrelated matter.
Alazan was silent for a while, and after a mont, replied: "Seventy-two years."
"That long?"
Ronan murmured, the sense of age and ti at the bottom of his eyes gradually washed away, the vigor and enthusiasm belonging to youth resurgent.
He looked around at everything surrounding him, noticing a paper-folded bluebird slanted on the mud beside him.
Ronan reached for the bluebird, retrieved the ssage inside, squinted, and asked, "How long has it been in reality?"
"Seventy-two days. Two months."
"Two months..."
Ronan’s eyes flickered, and calmly he said: "So, this is the core legacy from you as the Spirit Witch Leader?
The Spirit Heart Amber, the effect is to let experience a seventy-two-year dream in two months? The benefit is only to make my will as a wizard much more steadfast..."
"Hehe...."
A beautiful golden ladybug flew out of Ronan’s body as Alazan’s laughter echoed in his ears.
"Benefit?
The benefits are just beginning."
As soon as Alazan finished speaking, at the next mont, a strange and imnse soul energy suddenly erupted from so deep place within Ronan.
Enveloping the entirety of his seventy-two-year experience as "the pig farr’s son Ronan," every fra, every scene, violently rging into his soul.
"Crack—"
In just an instant, within his consciousness space.....
The eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal quietly ford!!
...
This Chapter, to be continued.
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