"Divine Magic Studies doesn’t exist? What nonsense are you talking about."
Ulysses’ words left Richard with a peculiar irritation, as if an unseen mist was obscuring his vision, preventing him from understanding many things.
"Uh..." Ulysses returned to his senses, looking at Richard with a complex expression, "You’ll know once you unseal your mory."
"My mory..."
Richard was taken aback, about to say that his mory sealing couldn’t be undone, but as he began to speak, he realized sothing was amiss.
How did Ulysses know about his sealed mory when he hadn’t ntioned it?
"How do you know I sealed my mory... oh, I get it."
Richard suddenly understood, realizing in an instant how it happened.
He had tricked himself.
"Why does it have to be so complicated?"
Muttering to himself, Richard unsealed his mory, and upon reconnecting with it, a strange smile appeared on his face.
"Did you co up with this whole theory?"
Ulysses nodded, his eyes filled with a hint of despair.
"Uh, how can Divine Arts be like this? Creating Divine Arts is complex; how can it be thought up by so strange notion?"
Richard shrugged, deep in thought.
Since he could conceive a theory to create sothing akin to Divine Art, did that imply the essence of Divine Arts... was essentially no different from Curse Witchcraft?
Only that compared to Curse Witchcraft, Divine Arts might be more ’materialistic.’
Richard felt he had stumbled upon a key insight.
"Does it have a na?"
Richard asked suddenly.
"What na?"
Richard spread his hands: "Such a good thing can’t just be called Pseudo Divine Skill, that’s too perfunctory."
Ulysses was taken aback, listlessly flapping his wings.
"No na, you co up with one. I’m a bit down right now."
Richard laughed heartily, pondering for a mont before speaking: "Since this thing defies convention, why not call it a Miracle."
"...Miracle, that na fits well enough."
Ulysses flapped his wings, opening a space rift.
"I’ll go clean up the ss, this... Miracle, you should study it well. It certainly holds significant value."
...
Returning to the Wizard World, Richard took out that book on the Curse Principle and read it carefully once more.
If he wished to create a branch witchcraft of the Curse School based on the Power of Faith,
then Curse Witchcraft was sothing he would inevitably refer to.
While original creation was certainly exciting, referencing predecessors could more swiftly form a system.
Curse Witchcraft, although built upon a phantom, still had to adhere to so logic.
Such as equal exchange.
After reviewing it once more, Richard had a rough idea of his "Miracle System."
The rest was to perfect the details, ensuring the theory completed its logical loop of coherence.
However, just as Richard was about to continue, a vibration from the Crystal Ball interrupted him.
Richard answered the Communication Crystal Ball, noticing the caller was from the Four Rings Truth Tower.
Connection established, a calm voice ca through the Crystal Ball.
"Is this Great Wizard Richard?"
"Yes, it’s ."
"Alright. Regrettably, I have to inform you that your rest period is over. Please put down your current experint and proceed imdiately to the Four Rings Truth Tower."
"...Is the front line that bad?"
"You haven’t been keeping up with the war reports, have you? Three hours ago, the Galaxy Mayfly’s assault has breached our Iron Wall Defense. They are currently just two worlds away from the Wizard World."
Hiss...
Though aware the front was dire, Richard hadn’t expected it to be this severe.
With only two worlds separating them from the Wizard World, this ant that the Galaxy Mayfly need only a bit more effort to bring the flas of war to the heart of Wizard Civilization.
If they succeeded, it would result in a significant disaster.
"Got it. I’ll be there right away."
Richard disconnected the communication, and as he raised his head, he heard the doorbell of the laboratory ring. Opening the door, he saw Ali standing with a Communication Crystal Ball, looking at him with anxiety.
Richard’s heart sank.
"You’ve been called up?"
Ali nodded.
"Then follow ."
Richard didn’t consider using connections to keep Ali at the rear; at this ti, the Wizard World couldn’t spare any resources.
If the Galaxy Mayflies bring war to the Wizard World, there will definitely be significant problems in the training of lower-level Wizards.
Moreover, using such connections at this ti would purely beco a point of gossip, potentially affecting the council’s perception of him in the future.
Exiting the Wizard Tower, Richard sent Old Abel a ssage.
This old Wizard is smart, making it easy to have him as a secretary. Besides, with him around, Ali can safely earn so war rits.
Old Abel’s reply quickly arrived in Richard’s Crystal Ball, the ssage content was simple, just a Wizard number, and a sentence saying it was an honor to fight alongside him again.
Richard morized the number, which is equivalent to a Wizard’s ID number; every Wizard has one. Through this number, Richard can summon Old Abel to him from a world among the vast seas of humanity.
"Who is this?" Ali looked at the projected number from the crystal ball and asked with so curiosity.
"A subordinate from my previous war, a very smart person. Once on the battlefield, just follow him."
Richard touched Ali’s head, a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
"I hope this ti I am still assigned to the edge battlefield."
...
Four Rings Truth Tower, working level, internal work hall.
Within the Four Rings Truth Tower area, all Great Wizards in rest periods have halted their rest.
Among these seven or eight Great Wizards, many of their auras are unstable, indicating that their injuries have not yet healed.
"What’s going on at the front line, how could the Iron Wall defensive line be breached so quickly?" an angry mummy-like Great Wizard cursed.
"Who knows," replied a Great Wizard beside him, who looked normal but had flas in his eyes and mouth.
Suddenly, a Great Wizard with pitch-black bones and pale flas burning in his eyes interjected.
"I’ve been pondering, either those bugs developed so new technology or the big shots up top are trying to benefit, easing the pressure on the front line.
Dried Hand, you just returned from the front line, what’s the situation there?"
The mummy Great Wizard paused and replied, "What can I say, the edge battlefield never has enough personnel. But recently I’ve heard those bugs seem to have researched sothing in curses.
I heard from Thunderous Fury that so Wizards on the front line encountered an attack resurrecting the King of Mayfly without any prophecy warning.
Also, the wound of that Great Wizard is tangled with curses."
"My goodness, could it be that even the advantage in curses will be lost?"
Another Great Wizard joined the discussion.
"Who knows, but we better be prepared... soone is coming again."
Hum!
As a beam of light flashed at the corner of the hall, a shadow in a black robe appeared within the hall.
Noticing the undisguised Five Rings pressure from the Black Robed Wizard, several Great Wizards in the hall revealed a hint of surprise.
They didn’t rember anyone like Richard in the Four Rings Truth Tower.
Only a Great Wizard standing at the edge of the hall seed thoughtful, apparently recognizing the identity of the Black Robed Wizard.
"Clear Frost Master, do you still rember ?"
The Black Robed Wizard greeted Clear Frost Great Wizard, who had beco a Five Rings Great Wizard, at the edge of the hall.
Hearing this greeting, Clear Frost Great Wizard couldn’t help but tremble inwardly.
His suspicion was confird.
He nodded slightly to the Black Robed Wizard: "Of course, I rember you, Richard. There aren’t many Wizards who could take runes from , and as for Wizard Apprentices, there’s only you."
Upon hearing Clear Frost Master’s address, all Great Wizards in the hall imdiately focused their eyes on the newly arrived Great Wizard.
Richard, a na known to virtually all in the Great Wizard group.
Daring to plainly state in a war report that most Great Wizards lacked the command skills of Sword of Victory Great Wizard, he left a deep impression of recklessness on most Great Wizards.
But the one before them seems a bit different from their impression.
Richard smiled, recalling the tis he was still an Apprentice at Black Tower Wizard Academy, trembling among the Great Wizards.
And now, those once unattainable Great Wizards have beco his comrades in arms.
"Haha, the master’s rune back then offered considerable assistance. Without it, I might have perished on a battlefield in a Plane War."
Clear Frost Master’s gaze beca complex, a re apprentice who once stood before him, now has beco an equal.
Moreover, judging from the Life Radiation, Richard’s actual strength might even surpass his own.
Truly, life is unpredictable.
Clear Frost Master suppressed his complex emotions, his expression normal: "If anything, with your intellect, Plane War is just a place for you to amass wealth."
Richard chuckled without delving further into this topic, and he glanced around, smiling as he asked, "Why is everyone staring at ? Is there sothing on ?"
As a Wizard who evolved in physique, the gazes from these Great Wizards made him sensitive as if being stabbed by knives.
"Not at all, I’m just curious why the legendary Richard appears so mild-mannered," a fellow Five Rings Great Wizard comnted.
Richard looked at the responding Wizard, who seed to be from the Soul School, no longer resembling the human form, more like a jellyfish wrapped in a Wizard Robe.
Seeing him, Richard noticed a subtle shift in his perception, preventing him from accurately determining the Wizard’s specific position.
"Mild-mannered?" Richard laughed lightly, "I’m curious what outrageous things I’ve done that lead so many Great Wizards to deem arrogant and rude.
It can’t just be because I ntioned in the post-war report that most Great Wizards don’t possess the command skills of Sword of Victory Great Wizard, right?"
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