After playing the mory Pearl once, the council mbers had varied reactions: so were delighted, so were confused, and so sighed in disappointnt.
"Speaker Lor, I need to study this mory Pearl carefully, so I’ll take my leave." Jerald packed the mory Pearl and Heavy Water, bidding farewell to Lor.
"I also need to go back and do so research."
"Speaker Lor, do you have an available lab here? I’d like to borrow one."
"I also need to borrow one, no need for any complex Magic Array, just so basic ones will do."
So of the council mbers said goodbye to Lor, while others planned to temporarily borrow a lab, eager to verify their thoughts.
"Of course." Lor smiled and nodded, then sent a ssage to Agular to bring up the keys to the labs.
His top-tier lab on the tenth floor was currently empty, perfect for the six council mbers who decided to stay for research.
After handling this matter, Lor returned to the top floor bedroom of the Wizard Tower to continue delving into the Sea of Origin to retrieve Space Origin.
Before the arrival of the players, he had four tasks to complete.
The first was to fill the Origin Container.
To fill the Origin Container, it was estimated to take roughly thirty years.
The second was to select the remaining two students.
Villan becoming his second student was almost certain.
Even with the worst luck, it was estimated that he’d confirm the other two students before filling the Origin Container.
The third was to use the Microscope to piece together a few Space Runes as much as possible.
Relying on himself alone, the speed of acquiring Space Runes would be very slow. It’s estimated that in the remaining hundred years, he could piece together seven or eight basic runes at most, the specifics of which were still uncertain.
Only when there were more Third Ring Wizards from the Space Faction, capable of constructing Limit Break versions of Third Ring Microscope Witchcraft through understanding, could his speed of acquiring Space Runes increase.
The fourth was to occasionally release so conjectures and plan for the future.
...
Wizard Calendar Year 77, March 25th.
A major event occurred at the second center of the Betula Continent, the Lor Wizard Tower.
Speaker Lor formally accepted his second student, a young man nad Villan Zouen.
This news sparked the envy and jealousy of countless wizards.
The sa year, Speaker Lor released a new conjecture titled "On the Feasibility of Puppet Wizard School".
This conjecture was deep and complex, as challenging as the Light and Dark conjectures, and after a brief sensation, it quickly subsided.
...
Wizard Calendar Year 83, January 7th.
By this ti, it had been over ten years since the end of the Abyssal war.
The Elental Legions from various continents, who were sweeping through the depths of the Endless Sea, gradually returned.
Nowadays, large-scale Demon Tides in the Endless Sea had almost completely disappeared.
The remaining small-scale Demon Tides were too small and flexible, so Multi-Elent Mages and Bloodline Wizards had to take missions to gradually clear them.
A new era of wizard developnt had begun.
In June of the sa year, southern Milton Continent.
On the third floor of a completely red Wizard Tower, in the central library.
A young man with orange hair, wearing a red and purple Wizard Robe with three horizontal lines carved on the collar, calmly perused the parchnt scroll in his hand.
The cover of this parchnt scroll was strikingly inscribed with nine characters.
"Light and Dark Mage Conjecture".
"The combination of lightning and fire, in the most intense fusion and clash, gives rise to pure light." The young man’s eyes swept over this sentence repeatedly, as if engraving it into his psyche.
Beside him, red-robed wizard apprentices constantly passed by.
Whenever they passed the young man, they couldn’t help but glance at him.
In their eyes were emotions of regret, schadenfreude, jealousy, and more, all expressed subtly for fear of being noticed by the young man.
The reason for this was simple: despite being the child of the Third Ring Fire Elent Legion Commander, this young man resolutely abandoned following in his father’s path, choosing instead the path of the Light Wizard, which had claid the lives of several genius apprentices in their Wizard Tower.
The Light Wizard’s path was like a black hole.
Countless talented wizard apprentices who attempted to establish this path based on Speaker Lor’s conjecture were consud by this black hole during the fusion.
The root cause was the inability to maintain balance between lightning and fire.
Any imbalance resulted not in a failed Witchcraft Fusion, but in death.
The experintal data on the path of the Light Wizard from two Third-Class Apprentice Witchcraft experints had long been made public, gathered at the cost of lives from hundreds of talented apprentices across the Wizard Alliance.
To follow this path now, one didn’t even need to purchase witchcraft positions for experints, they could jump straight into it.
Success ant becoming the first First Ring Light Wizard, earning significant Magic Crystals and Contribution Points from the Wizard Alliance.
Failure ant death.
"I must take this bet; if I succeed, the path to the Fourth Ring, even the Fifth Ring, will be smooth." The young man turned the parchnt scroll to the next page, looking at the signature at the end of the book, and made a firm resolution in his heart.
He was convinced that Speaker Lor would never propose an unachievable conjecture.
As long as he succeeded...
The young man gently closed the parchnt scroll, returned it to its spot in the library, and walked out amidst the complex gazes of the Fire Elent Faction apprentices, heading towards his dormitory.
Upon reaching the door of his dormitory, just as the young man opened the door, a familiar voice suddenly ca from behind.
"Mann, have you truly made up your mind? Once you start the fusion, you can’t stop."
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