16: Chapter 16: The Strange Call 16: Chapter 16: The Strange Call Editor: Atlas Studios “Secondly, as a player on Blue Star, the entirely different knowledge system of another world can also provide with imnse help.”
“Thirdly, as the fourth son of the Olivendi Family, before the family’s downfall, this identity is my strongest backing.
If used appropriately, it can unleash astonishing energy!”
“Fourthly, even as a forr Seventh Rank Master Mage and Royal Scholar, without powerful magic power and spiritual power, the most critical knowledge and experience still remain, which is an invaluable precious asset!”
“Fifthly, although the enemies are exceptionally powerful, they will not descend in the short term, allowing several decades to prepare.”
The title of Master Mage is not a professional level but an honorary title, representing a polymath among mages.
Only those who have attained certain achievents in all subdivisions of their current school’s magic can be designated this title by the Empire Royal Magic Association.
Magic is vast, and in today’s highly-developed magic schools, an ordinary spellcaster can only barely master their specialized subdivision throughout their life.
Only true geniuses can achieve developnt in all subdivisions of a particular school.
Having analyzed his five major advantages, Anvis was still worried, but he felt sowhat relieved.
The current situation was quite tricky, but fortunately, he still had ample preparation ti.
According to his mories, not all external threats were aid at the family, but the old noble class, represented by the Four Great Families, had grown too large, blocking everyone’s path.
Like an ancient prival forest, those towering trees of the old nobles blocked most of the sunlight, rainwater, and nutrients.
For the shorter trees to grow, a major fire must completely burn away the towering trees of the old nobles, so they can absorb the rich nutrients left in the embers and grow into new towering trees.
He gradually cald down, carefully analyzing the new mories, seeking possible breakthroughs.
The stroke of luck in misfortune was that Little Anvis’s wish was rely to restore the glory of the Olivendi Family.
This ant he didn’t have to confront the new era directly, only finding a way to maintain the Olivendi Family amidst the tide.
Solely preserving the Olivendi Family, based on the future developnts in his mory, he already had so vague plans.
The only problem was the person who surpassed the Ninth Rank, Anvis still had no strategy.
In the face of absolute power, all tactics lose their aning.
That figure cast a huge shadow over Little Anvis, and even now, recalling it caused Anvis’s body to instinctively shiver with a hint of fear.
Or perhaps, he could gather raw materials using the family’s resources to create a ga ton-level matter-energy conversion bomb through magical ans?
But the opponent wasn’t foolish; as long as they teleported several hundred kiloters away upon sensing danger, they could completely evade the blast radius and enjoy a spectacular fireworks show.
Unless there was so thod to disrupt his teleportation, but the opponent’s strength had already surpassed the Ninth Rank Limit, and common spatial confinents might not work.
Moreover, a nuclear explosion might not necessarily kill him…
Anvis also considered setting up a device similar to an anti-magic field, but the principle of such a field is actually suppression and obstruction.
In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want this field to take effect, you must constantly invest energy equal to the total magic power existing within the field.
It’s easy to understand—it’s like trying to inflate a balloon underwater, the balloon must constantly withstand the pressure of the water.
The problem with the energy source is solvable by using the Elental Pool of a Mage Tower, but the real issue lies in the materials used to delineate the array.
Among the materials known to Anvis, none can withstand the constant energy output beyond the Ninth Rank Limit,
After pondering for a while without a solution, Anvis raised his head and looked toward the reading area.
There stood a lavish grandfather clock, an antique from the Ancient Magic Empire period.
The dark silver dial had intricately carved black hands that rotated steadily, producing a faint yet continuous ticking sound.
“Has it been a whole Magic Ti already?”
Pausing for a mont, Anvis then prepared to get up.
At that mont, he suddenly felt a weak but alluring magical aura emanating from a direction in the Book Collection Room.
It seed sothing familiar to him was persistently calling him from that location.
Previously during the chaotic disturbance of his new mories, Anvis had completely missed noticing this aura.
But once he cald down, this peculiar call stood out like a black mole on pale skin, imdiately capturing his attention.
Confused yet sensing the source of the aura, Anvis received a cold, strange feedback mingled with a sense of familiarity.
“This feeling…
it’s sowhat like that mysterious energy, yet slightly different.”
Anvis’s expression tightened slightly, a trace of astonishnt and suspicion flickering deep in his blue eyes.
There was no such experience in his past mories, in other words, his transference had triggered so special changes!
“Previously, I’ve read the books here daily without any anomalies.
But today, I’m clearly sensing this aura; there are only two possibilities.”
“One, new books have been added to the Book Collection Room.
Two, it’s related to the changes in from the last day.”
Anvis took out a silver tal naplate and called up the list in the Book Collection Room for a careful check.
“The array in the Book Collection Room shows no records of new books, ruling out the first possibility.
As for the two major changes in , I have acquired the complete mories of my past life and absorbed all the mysterious energy.”
For so reason, Anvis instinctively felt a strong sense of arrangent amidst this sequence of events.
Is this also the effect of the Wish Technique?
With this thought, Anvis closed his eyes, carefully sensing the direction of the call, and slowly walked forward.
He didn’t relax because of it; Little Anvis’s wish was to restore the glory of the Olivendi Family, not to ensure his own eternal survival.
After passing through many rows of shelves exuding an ancient aura, Anvis stopped.
Before him was the poetry collection section on the lowest level of the Book Collection Room, where the original exquisite volus collected by past family mbers, with high artistic and collectible value, were displayed.
At this mont, his gaze slowly swept over the nurous ancient books and eventually fixed on one with a dark green spine.
“It seems to be it, the source of the aura.”
Anvis quietly observed the book, the silver tal plate at his waist glead slightly.
Invisible magic ford a subtle spell effect, causing the book to automatically slide out from the shelf and fall into his hands.
Upon receiving the book, an extrely uncomfortable, slimy touch akin to a cold-bodied creature emanated from it, causing Anvis to frown.
He returned to his usual spot, carefully examining the thick book under the soft, pale light of the Magic Crystal Chandelier.
It was an ancient to roughly ten inches long, eight inches wide, and two inches thick.
Its cover was made of a dark green material resembling biological skin, etched with strange patterns.
The corners and parts of the spine were bound with dull, unknown tals, and a wide strap made of the sa dark green skin and dull tal held the cover and back cover tightly together, resembling a form of sealing.
Two lines of pale silver High Elf script were written in an ornate ancient font at the center of the cover, adding a touch of elegance to the ominous to.
The back of the book was engraved with a sun emblem, featuring a textured solid circle in pale silver, surrounded by a ring of spikes of varying lengths.
While gazing at it, Anvis could even feel a faint warmth.
“Poem of Hill?”
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