Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 281 Time Disorder
November 7, 5052 in the Wizarding Calendar.

On the top floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in the study.

Lor's mental energy sank deep into his sea of ​​consciousness, and following the experimental steps, he combined the last time rune into a massive rune model.

"Click—splash—splash—"

At that very moment, the elemental sea region radiated by the time disorder rune model suddenly experienced a series of strange distortions. Some of the elemental waves that had surged past retreated, as if time had rewound to a previous state.

Another group rushed forward, as if time had been accelerated.

Some remained in place, churning normally, a scene that was utterly bizarre.

"As expected of time magic, it can manipulate time at will. It's really amazing." Lor looked at the elemental sea that had undergone inexplicable changes and exclaimed sincerely.

From the moment he gained macroscopic insight and discovered the river of time to the present day, he has gone through nearly five thousand years and finally truly mastered the first time magic of his own, fulfilling a dream from a distant past.

Most importantly, the magic of time was indeed a new path that he discovered, pioneered, and forged himself, without relying on the legacy of any predecessors.

Only he himself knows the hardships he went through.

But at the moment of its complete completion, he also felt extremely satisfied.

A moment later, after regaining his senses from the brief moment of satisfaction, Lor gazed at the Time Disorder Spell model and pondered, "To integrate the Time Disorder Spell into the Great Disintegration Spell, I still need to slowly find the elemental intersections and wait for the player's next arrival before I can start the experiment."

"There's no use rushing this. It's only been less than fifty years since the players left, and the next arrival won't be for more than four hundred and fifty years."

"There are five things I need to do in the four hundred and fifty years I have to wait for the players to arrive."

"The first thing is to quickly acquire more complete Time Runes using the Origin Points brought to me by the player's twelfth descent."

"The second thing is to deduce as many elemental intersections as possible between the Time Disorder Spell and the Great Disintegration Spell, in preparation for the player's thirteenth descent."

"The third thing is to thoroughly improve the Void Realm and, as far as possible, deduce a method to merge it into a 'Space-Time Domain' based on existing functional space-time basic runes."

"The fourth thing is to construct and integrate the space magic that needs to be integrated into the 'space-time domain' after deducing it."

"The fifth thing is to create a draft of the time magic that needs to be integrated into the 'space-time domain,' test it when the players arrive, and then formally construct it."

The Space-Time Boundary was the new name he gave to the Void Realm Control Spell.

After all, since we'll be integrating time magic in the future, calling it Void Guardian is obviously not appropriate anymore.

Of course, he hasn't changed his name yet, since he hasn't officially merged with the original.

"Open the game panel." After finishing his calculations, Lor couldn't wait to issue the command, immediately focusing his attention on the newly appeared 'Time Disorder Spell' in the Spells section.

Time Disorder Spell (4.9+0.1 rings) (Can break limits, can be upgraded)

Characteristic: Using this spell destabilizes time, affecting any living being that cannot protect it, except the user.

"Any living being without the ability to protect itself will be affected. It truly lives up to its name as time magic!" Lor exclaimed in amazement as he looked at the last line of the description of the property.

This annotation means that unless one is truly face-to-face with a member of the Seven Rings, there is no way to escape the effects of time distortion, including the case of Silver Wolf using that bead.

If Silver Wolf were still in the Wizarding Dimension, he could easily disrupt the protective shield around him by using time-disruption magic.

If a chaotic point in time were to rewind to before Silver Wolf released the defensive shield, he could manipulate the spatial fragments to squeeze in and kill him.

After scanning this feature dozens of times, Lor reluctantly closed the game panel and opened the sequence panel instead.

[Sequence: 97,658,773]

Permission enabled: 1: Insight.

Origin point: 283, 55.17%

"Two hundred and eighty-three Origin Points, not bad." Lor looked at the Origin Points, which had decreased by more than ten points compared to the last player arrival, but his mood was not affected.

The Abyss has now been developed to its limit, so occasional minor fluctuations are normal.

After observing the changes on the two panels, he did not rush to activate Macro Insight. Instead, he used Spatial Jump Spell to open a spatial rift connecting to a large laboratory, and then got up and went inside.

The effects of the time-disruption spell aren't very intuitive just by looking at the panel information; he needs to actually test it out.

Inside a large laboratory.

"Squeak-"

A robust white mouse, with a life force of at least level three and a shoulder height of over one meter, was locked in a large iron cage. It stared in terror at a figure dressed in a black wizard's robe, whose life force was as vast as the sea, walking towards it.

If it weren't for the iron cage around it that it couldn't bite, it would have loved to escape hundreds of thousands of miles away immediately.

"Let's test the effects of the time-disruption spell on you first."

The figure uttered a muttering sound that made it feel as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and slowly raised its right hand.

next moment.

"Squeak—squeak—squeak—"

The white mouse suddenly noticed that its cries were becoming disjointed.

No, describing it as disjointed seems a bit inaccurate.

A more accurate description is that the tone of the call can sometimes range from low to high.

Its call clearly represents 'intimidation,' so it should change from a high-pitched tone to a low one.

In addition, it found itself constantly waving forward, its clawing arms constantly changing shape.

Even though its arm should be positioned above, it swings downwards to achieve the purpose of intimidation.

But for some reason, it found that the position of its arm kept changing, sometimes inexplicably appearing in the middle, and sometimes inexplicably appearing at the bottom.

Its body also changes shape constantly; sometimes it lies down, just as it did before the terrifying wizard appeared, and sometimes it stands up, making a threatening gesture, trying to scare the wizard away.

Such a bizarre and inexplicable change left it completely stunned, and for a moment it even lost the will to continue making threatening noises.

"Squeak—squeak—"

However, it was no use trying to stop making a sound, because its mouth was no longer under its own control and it was constantly making sounds intermittently.

“Right now, I wouldn’t even be bragging if I called myself a time-space wizard.” Lor’s lips couldn’t help but curl upwards as he stopped the time-disruption spell he was casting on the white mouse and glanced at the remaining elemental energy in his sea of ​​consciousness: “It’s just that the consumption of elemental energy is really too great.”

In just ten seconds, nearly 10% of the originally abundant elements were consumed.

It's important to understand that his time distortion only affected a two-meter area around the mouse, which is extremely small.

Even so, the elemental energy still evaporated rapidly, like snow meeting the warm sun.

However, considering that this thing could affect any living being or object without legal protection, he could understand. No power is without origin; there is no gain without pain.

In actual combat, he could reduce the area of ​​influence to one centimeter or even smaller, dispersing it into thousands of areas to affect the enemy's defensive shield.

It can both distract the enemy and increase the probability of triggering time rewind.

As for affecting the enemy itself, this method works well against small enemies, but the larger the system, the less benefit it yields, so its significance is not very great for the time being.

"No, I can further improve the Great Disintegration Technique."

Lor's eyes lit up, and a new idea suddenly popped into his mind: "If we integrate spatial extension into the Great Collapse Technique, and combine it with time disorder magic, we can completely increase the time disorder magic, which originally had an effect range of only one centimeter, to thousands of miles, or even tens of thousands of miles."

"This step primarily utilizes spatial extension magic, while time disruption magic serves as an auxiliary measure, consuming the same amount of elemental energy as before."

"However, this means I'll have to use up another spell slot."

He now has only one fifth-circle sorcery slot and three fourth-circle sorcery slots.

If another one is used up by the Great Collapse Technique, the remaining three spell slots will probably be difficult to even complete the initial layout of the spacetime domain.

As for the three rings and below, there are still five spell slots in total, but they are not enough to individually carry the basic runes of time or space, let alone combine them all.

He already had a plan for these spell slots: to try his best to bring them together to carry a simple spatial barrier rune, thus improving the basic defenses of the Void Realm.

"Sigh, so many spell slots, so many spell slots, why do you have so few?" Lor sighed, ignoring the squeaking white mouse, and disappeared from the laboratory in one step.

Over the years, he has accumulated countless spiritual lights, but due to the lack of a sorcery position, he has been unable to implement them.

If all of this can be achieved, he will put on a miracle, such as using five rings to fight against a seventh-tier treasure without any laws, a head-on confrontation!
As for those treasures containing laws...
The gap is quite large; a direct confrontation is hopeless, but holding them off is perfectly feasible.

The sorcery slot is a wizard's eternal pain, and the only way to change it is with something called the "Mental Power Limit Breakthrough Potion".

Unfortunately, while there has been some progress in the research of drugs that break through the upper limit of mental strength in recent years, there has been very little.

Even in the previous life, this thing only developed to the point of giving apprentices an extra spell slot; the difference was still not significant.

Only with more territory, more wizards, and more geniuses can its research progress be accelerated.

The Wizarding Alliance needs territory, and it needs geniuses.

The larger the territory, the better; the more geniuses, the better.

The Wizarding Alliance, currently trapped in the Wizarding Plane, is like a giant dragon bound by countless shackles. One day, it will break free of these shackles and be able to soar.

Countless wizards are looking forward to that moment, provided they can overcome the current difficulties first.

December 1, 5085 in the Wizarding Calendar.

Outside the Wizarding Planes, at the very center of a strange ocean floating in the sky, within a coral-built plaza.

"Gududu——"

Tiny, colorful bubbles rise from the seabed and disappear, reflecting a vibrant array of colors that create a stunningly beautiful scene.

A seventh-tier Abyss Clan member stood facing two sixth-tier Abyss Clan members, their eyes slightly closed, constantly absorbing the surrounding seven-colored light.

Suddenly, Dann, a seventh-tier Abyss Sea Clan member, opened his eyes and looked at Landia, who was to his left, and asked, "What, don't you want to try again to see if the training grounds are open or not?"

“Now that Bona has gone back, you don’t even need to negotiate with her anymore. Just go and try it.”

According to the second prediction made by the eighth-tier powerhouses on the Second Time Civilization Information Exchange Platform, the Trial Grounds should open 500 years after the announcement.

Today marks the 500th anniversary of the announcement.

In the past, Landya would go to negotiate with Bona of the Lingkong Civilization on her own without needing to be urged, but today she showed no intention of stopping her cultivation at all.

“If they could guess the thoughts of the great ruler, the trial grounds would have been opened three hundred years ago.” Landia shook his head. “The situation now is the same as it was three hundred years ago, and I don’t think the outcome will be any different.”

The long wait had worn away its patience.

If it weren't for the trial grounds, it could have returned to the Abyss Sea Plane right now to try and break through to the seventh rank.

“Alright, I’ll just send a vassal over to try it out.” Dane shook his head and chuckled, no longer bothering Landia, and instead sent a telepathic message to an eagle-like creature located at the edge of the strange ocean.

Actually, it didn't have high expectations for the trial grounds to open quietly this time, but in order to prevent that one in ten thousand possibility, it still had to try.

"call--"

The eagle-like creature on the edge of the strange ocean looked sorrowful, but without the slightest hesitation, it left the ocean and flew towards the passage of the plane barrier.

A moment later, as a flash of blood-red light appeared, it unsurprisingly followed in the footsteps of the two pioneers.

Countless living beings watching this scene sighed in sorrow.

Why is this time different when the trial grounds have been opened nearly ten times before, all in preparation for opening a hundred years later?
Despite the sighs, not a single living being chose to leave.

The benefits of opening the Trial Grounds are immense.

The Law Value is something that even ordinary seventh-order beings can only dream of.

A single trial can release over 10,000 points.

Such temptation is enough to make any being below the eighth rank lose their mind.

Let alone waiting for five hundred years, even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand years, as long as they have enough remaining lifespan, they will not choose to give up and return to their own plane group to try to break through to the seventh rank.

They knew that this was likely the only time in their lives they would have the opportunity to come into contact with the Law Value.

Even if it may not ultimately belong to me, it's still good to have it in my hands!

Strange Ocean Center.

"As expected." Dane shook his head helplessly, no longer paying attention to the real world, and instead immersing most of his mind in the list of civilization information exchanges in the Second World.

At this moment, the post at the top of the civilization information exchange list remained unchanged, its title being: "[On the reason why the Blood Frontier 758 Plane Sea Trial Grounds has been announced and passed for five hundred years, yet has not been opened.]"

The most popular comment below is still from the leader of the eighth-tier civilization of the Feather Kingdom:

I think the great manager wanted to test the patience of the creatures facing the sea at position 758. If they don't even have a little patience, how can they be worthy of holding the law value?

The visionary foresight of managers is beyond our comprehension.

By the way, I'll make another guess: the Trial Grounds should open in about five hundred years.

"Practice patience," Dane thought, his lips twitching as he read the comment.

What this guy said seemed reasonable at first glance, but he thought it was utter nonsense and pure flattery.

(End of this chapter)