Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 51 Inside and Outside the Door

Mining? Land grabbing?

City-state feuds? Delicious food? Dragon's blood?

Luger thought about this as he walked.

These seemingly disparate, unrelated things, when viewed from a different perspective, might become inextricably linked. Some might see them as resources, desires, while others might see them as missions, the entanglement of fate, the natural laws that must be obeyed in this world. Ruger also found a perspective: transcendence. Of course, he couldn't achieve it yet, he wasn't yet strong enough. But as long as he could become a powerful wizard, none of this would matter anymore.

Ruger considered himself a lazy guy. Even after learning about the existence of dragon-born kobolds, he fantasized about actually turning into a dragon, so that he could become stronger by sleeping lazily. In the end, it was the wonderful mystery of the wizard's path in Kaliu's diary, and the occasional mention of expensive dragon experimental materials, that stopped him from thinking this way.

I was lost in thought and went in circles.

This time, due to the different starting point, he took a longer detour, but fortunately he chose the right fork in the road.

After all, it was getting closer and closer to the big rock where half a person was.

As he walked, he suddenly felt like a true kobold. For example, now he seemed not only to be doing favors and running errands for others, but also to be clinging to the powerful half-man for the sake of his wizarding path. It seemed different from the so-called kobolds' reliance on the Holy Lord, but not that different at all.

A loud bang made Luger stop daydreaming and quickly hid aside.

The more I listened to this sound, the more familiar it sounded.

He stuck his head out to look, and saw the sturdy figure of Baonte rapidly moving away from another fork in the road, and soon he was out of sight.

He shook his head, not knowing whether the other party noticed him.

Continuing on his way, he soon came to the big rock again.

This time, after waiting for a long time, the half-human hazy figure gradually emerged, just like every time.

"It seems that you are ready, you little dog-headed man who has become a second-level wizard apprentice." The half-man said slowly.

Luger nodded.

He thought that maybe the people in front of him thought he had drunk the bottle of awakening potion to eliminate the side effects.

“I don’t know if there’s anything else I need to pay attention to.”

Luger asked for advice.

In his mind, he suddenly thought of Kalu's diary and the possibility of subsequent diaries.

As a dog-headed man, the channels for obtaining extraordinary knowledge are too limited. Let alone personal improvement, without some knowledge, it is easy to be deceived in daily transactions.

"That crack is most likely in a wasteland. You can enter the corridor space at any time there, but the position of the crack cannot be changed. In other words, when you go far away and fall into danger, you can still go through the corridor back to the place where you first entered the abyss. You can use this cleverly, but be careful not to expose yourself. As long as you don't expose yourself, ordinary demons will not be able to find this crack." The half-man instructed.

"Powerful being, I wonder if you have any follow-up to that diary, the one you gave me..." Ruger tried to say.

Without any hesitation, a small notebook of the same style flew over.

Ruger immediately raised his hand to take it, looked through it with joy, and tightened the storage bag.

"Be careful over there. Even if your disguise isn't discovered, you'll still be in danger. They're not like the kobolds, who love their own kind and help each other for survival. The relationships between demons range from clumsy savages to wise and treacherous, and at most, they're just compromises of strength..."

"Generally speaking, in the wilderness or in places with ruins, there are always a few dilapidated Abyss Altars. For me, that's enough. You're an outsider there, so you'll feel something when you get close to the Abyss Altar. It's not difficult."

As the half-man spoke, he brought over another bottle of the same dark green potion as last time, to prevent him from getting injured and dying.

Luger accepted it silently.

At the same time, the half-human figure gradually faded until it was no longer visible.

After thinking about it, Ruger returned to his large bedroom with three transparent sides, where he started his first journey into the abyss.

Rushing back all the way, looking at the familiar place, it really made him feel more at ease. He rested for a while and opened the space door.

A quick check revealed that quite a few of the fleshworms he'd prepared last time were still there, and the half-face was also there, its eyes still closed and motionless. He thought for a moment, then removed the storage and cultivation bags and placed them on the stone bed in the Abyss's bedroom.

He slowly walked to the abyss at the edge of space.

This was the first time he was so close to the gap. He reached out and touched it lightly, but felt that he could not pass through. So he tried to put his hand on it and open the gap just like he did every time he opened a space door.

With just a thought, the dark red gap slowly opened, but the situation on the other side could not be seen at all.

He hesitated for a moment, picked up a small stone and threw it over, which only caused a brief ripple, and nothing else was seen.

Zero-ring spell, Demon Skin Spell.

He no longer hesitated and took a big step forward.

His eyes suddenly darkened, and then everything passed by. He felt grounded, which made him feel much more at ease.

He looked up and was shocked.

What I saw was a dusty room with a table, chairs and a bed. The bedding on the bed was tattered, but it looked very exquisite, with even folds and patterns on the bed guard and pendants hanging from the four corners.

He slowly turned his neck. There was a window in the room. The curtain on one side had rotted away, but the remaining part on the other side also showed its former splendor.

There was thick dust on the bed and the floor. The door on one side was closed tightly. From the dust, it could be seen that for a long time, he, the uninvited guest, was the only one who had left footprints in the room.

abyss?

Is this an abyss?

In the imagined wasteland, one should also see a few strangely shaped bare trees, and according to the half-human description, one should occasionally encounter wandering little demons.

But no matter how you imagine it, it won't be like this.

He walked to the window and wanted to look outside.

Boom boom boom!
"Master, your Abyssal Language class is about to begin. The Abyssal Language teacher has been waiting in the classroom for a long time."

There was a dull knock on the door, followed by an old and polite voice.

Ruger stood in the room, his back erected instantly by the excitement.

But soon he breathed a sigh of relief.

He remembered that he could retreat back to that space, then return to his familiar three-way bedroom and have a cup of shaved ice to calm his nerves. But then he thought again, the gap couldn't be moved, which meant that the task entrusted to him by the half-man could not be completed.

Is this road going to be cut off like this?
"Master, I know you are in there."

The old voice outside the door came again.

He thought to himself, I should go back and discuss it with half of the people first.

Anyway, he already has dragon blood and can free himself from the shackles of short-lived species. If he is not very proficient, he can still make plans to become a wizard.

Boom boom boom!
He raised his hand and opened the space door.

"Master, you can't go out to play anymore. The teacher has been waiting for a long time."

As soon as the polite words came out, the space gate that had just appeared faintly disappeared in an instant.

(End of this chapter)