Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 131: Divine Grace
Wu Chen had to admit that the old wizard did have something in his arsenal. Two hundred years of accumulation had indeed amassed a sufficient number of spells. Every common or uncommon low-level magic found in the human world was at least one of its kind in his collection.

This storage box contained all the tomes of summoning magic—angelic, demonic, monster, and necromancy. From level one to level six, all the tomes were gathered within. Furthermore, various auxiliary magics, curses, prophecies, items, and formation crafting were all neatly arranged where Wu Chen could see them.

He did help Wu Chen.

Because Wu Chen has indeed not been able to develop his own method to record the contents of the books and bring them back to Nain until now.

Can't do it.

It was still too early for Wu Chen to start creating his own magic. He had already planned to memorize every spellbook he had ever seen, detail by detail, and then transcribe it back in Nairn. But now, he felt that he could spend the money to buy the entire bookcase.

The sound of the quotation echoed in Wu Chen's mind.

[Mage's Treasure: A storage box capable of holding 10,000 books. It can be placed inside other space-type items, but it can only store books. This box contains 2,326 spellbooks and their corresponding experience notes. It has no other uses.]

——[To purchase this item, you need to pay 1000 resource points and a level 1 purchase voucher. For every additional 5 resource points paid, you can add one more book that does not contain supernatural powers.]

Buying them all would cost over ten thousand resource points. If one discarded the insights and notes, the final cost would be around three thousand resource points. Considering Hera Molly likely wouldn't need Fluder's Fool's Thousand Thoughts, the final cost would be less than expected. However, this gain made Wu Chen quite satisfied.

only……

——There actually isn’t any seventh-tier magic.

——I thought that this old guy had been busy for more than two hundred years, and he would be able to dig out some valuable treasures from some ruins or sanctuary.

This world's treasures are actually far greater than anticipated. In the side story, Flying Squirrel, having arrived two hundred years early, discovered numerous sacred areas and ruins during his travels across the continent, many of which contained sealed, world-class items. In comparison, the Holy Kingdom's Holy King Treasury is surprisingly understocked.

But then again…

—I was able to clear the Holy King's Treasury because I was at Level 1 Young God, and I even temporarily leveled up 15. Considering that my initial level 6 already had a local strength of around Level 40, I would have been around the same level 70 in this world during the final battle in the inner temple. And if it were Fluder...

Probably dying.

Maybe we can get through to the celestial griffin statue at the door.

Perhaps it can deal with the stone statue guard legion in the atrium.

But if he encountered the Horn-wielding Divine Messenger of Durandal, there was no chance that Fluder would be able to pass through the ruins, or even escape. He would even be killed instantly by the blows of the horn and the sword.

After all, that was a level 50 Celestial Guardian; a level 42 Fluder would have had difficulty damaging it. And since he couldn't even get past a dungeon as low as the Holy King's Treasury, then those ruins deep within the continent, most likely garrisoned by one or two legendary monsters... would be reduced to dust tens or even hundreds of years sooner if he touched them.

——Food is the original sin.

—But this offering does satisfy me.

Wu Chen's gaze shifted from the pile of spellbooks. With a telekinetic movement, the treasure chest was moved to his royal chamber. His gaze scoured the old wizard from head to toe, trembling as he watched the prostrate guardian of the empire.

Give him a chance to make his request?
No, there's no need. If I say too much, it might be hard to smooth things over. I'm the ruler, the giver. I don't need to give these insignificant people the right to look at me as an equal. I bestow my blessings, and all they have to do is accept them with gratitude.

"Fluder Paradine." He continued to lean lazily on the throne and spoke casually. "Do you know my name?"

The prostrating old wizard shuddered violently, his trembling shoulders expressing his excitement.

"Yes! I am honored to know the holy name. Your name is... Dust!"

"Then I allow you to worship me."

The divine covenant had been made. The old wizard looked up in surprise.

He was indeed an avid explorer of magic, and indeed he worshipped powerful spellcasters as gods. And the moment Wu Chen gave his permission, a long-lost connection of faith was established in Wu Chen's mind.

His magic power limit had increased by hundreds of points because of him alone. His power and enthusiasm were indeed quite sufficient. And with the connection of faith and will, Wu Chen was able to glimpse the depths of his soul at this moment.

His loyalty was thus guaranteed; Wu Chen would know the moment he betrayed his faith. And his soul, weakened by his resurrection, was clearly revealed in Wu Chen's eyes.

He was still level 42, clearly paying the price of a four-level drop, yet his level remained unchanged. This was clearly not due to Kuirat's resurrection being enhanced by his Celestial bloodline. The real reason could only be that he had consumed four full episodes' worth of excess experience, and still had plenty left!

It turned out to be the case.

Fluder Paradine was truly an ordinary man of ordinary origin—he became an exceptional person only because of his hard work and encounters. And the reason he remained an exceptional person was because his talents were limited at that point.

He hadn't awakened his Preya bloodline; he had stopped at the limits of humanity. He had reached his limit, and could no longer advance. And the immense accumulation he had accumulated after reaching that limit became the price of his resurrection. And even now, at this very moment, a trace of that accumulation still overflowed from the depths of his soul.

So……

A beam of light descended. This was a special effect Wu Chen had casually set up.

"Look up and look at me." Wu Chen stared at him, gazing into eyes filled with both joy and anxiety. The young god now had a clear view of the old mage's professional makeup. And a deep desire within him became apparent as Wu Chen observed him.

[I want to... learn higher-level magic! ]

The Level 2 Young God possesses divine qualities. Relying on this divine nature, the Young God possesses the ability to respond to the wishes of believers to a certain extent.

Wish - Limited Wish - A limited wish with limited scope and range that can only be used to fulfill the wishes of believers.

Wu Chen speculated that other young gods like himself would induce believers to pray, making their gods even more powerful, to the point of being omnipotent. He would never use such a method on himself without consulting a professional.

And at this moment, what he has to do is...

--come over.

A massive surge of faith and willpower surged, a stream of which immediately descended upon the unaware, yet hopeful, old mage. The 42/42 level cap came into view as Wu Chen observed it. The next moment, he mobilized a tiny bit of that stream of willpower, striking at the 42 level cap!
The principle was unclear, the process was unclear. The moment he made the decision, Wu Chen himself had no idea how to proceed. However, willpower has its own way of achieving success. In an instant, the upper limit of 42 rapidly shifted towards 43.

Just one level up is enough.

This offering, while offering atonement, was indeed only worthy of raising the level cap by one. This was a divine favor, and those who received it should kneel in gratitude.

The next moment, a sharp light flashed in the old wizard's eyes. His long years of accumulated experience, even after paying the price of resurrection, would still allow him to advance to level 43. And at the moment this prayer was fulfilled, a sudden surge of inspiration flooded his mind, revealing many previously elusive mysteries. Even though he had yet to encounter seventh-tier magical knowledge, a clear idea sprouted deep within him.

You can now try to learn the seventh-level magic.

A hoarse sound escaped his throat, tears streaming down his face. In just a few breaths, his magical reserves, which had remained unchanged for hundreds of years, had silently increased significantly!

"Oh my God, oh my God..." he murmured, "This feeling, this feeling of having my eyes opened. What a narrow place I have lived in before! Only now, for the first time, can I see what the world looks like!"

He fell to his knees again, crawling prostrate, and this time, an unparalleled frenzy filled his body.

"Honor to my lord! Honor to Lord Dust! I will offer you everything, Bahas, and Re-Estij. The entire human kingdom... no, the entire continent, shall prostrate itself at your feet!"

(End of this chapter)