Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 290 Advancement to First-Ring Wizard

An hour later, a light, invisible magic knife appeared in Locke's hand, engraving complex magic runes in mid-air.

Locke had consumed all the magical resources he had previously purchased, and with the support of this magical power, he was inscribing spell runes into the magical pressure structure of his soul.

Meanwhile, Locke had two bottles of advancement potions in front of him. One was a gift from the academy, and the other was a gift from the formal wizard Ulrion Richie, a reward he received for tutoring his grandson.

It's an investment.

Locke chose one of the bottles and drank it. Instantly, a ball of flame appeared before his eyes, and those flames were drilling into his cells, squeezing out every last drop of potential in his body, and beginning to help him rapidly increase his magical power.

"Bang~"

A flame ignited on Locke's body, and then, with lightning speed, Locke was engulfed in flames, as if he were being burned at the stake.

Meanwhile, the amethyst matrix that Locke took out from the Astral Ring floated in the air, with numbers continuously appearing on it: 801, 811... 900...

"Ah!" A pain from the depths of his soul pierced Locke's heart. It was the resistance and fear of his life instinct overdrawing on his future and only caring about the present. But Locke used reason to control himself, preventing himself from circulating magic power, increasing magical pressure, and resisting the effects of the sacrificial potion.

The source of fire elemental magic ignited throughout his body.

It seems to be because the potential within one's body is too intense.

Locke also activated all the ancient bloodlines in his body. The spell model stars in his sea of ​​consciousness released bright starlight and revolved around the main body of his sea of ​​consciousness—Locke's soul.

Locke, on the other hand, used an invisible magic blade to touch these stars, using them to outline the magical pressure structure of his soul.

'The elements are slightly out of balance. I can't let the fire element burn like this, otherwise it will cause my own physical elements to become unbalanced. Even if I advance to become a formal wizard, I will become a guardian wizard, or suffer the same fate as that quick-draw artist's first wife.'

"But don't worry, I have medicine! I also have superhuman drug resistance!" Locke quickly took out a bottle of elemental stabilizing potion he had bought at the auction from his astral ring, drank it, and the flames on his body gradually died down.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief. He had already sketched half of the spell model in his hand. He glanced at the number 999 on the amethyst matrix and unconsciously sped up his work.

'The reason wizards inscribe a defensive spell on the magical pressure level of their souls, forming a permanent defensive field, is not only to obtain a constant and powerful defensive spell, but more importantly, to strengthen the stability of the wizard's soul.'

'A magical pressure exceeding one thousand is beyond the reach of the human soul. Such immense magical pressure would suddenly shatter like a broken wooden barrel, the pressure gushing outwards in a continuous stream, like an explosion.'

In other words, the pinnacle of the apprentice level was originally the limit of the human soul.

"To become a first-ring wizard means to transcend the limits of the human soul and achieve the status of a transcendent being. A true wizard is one who has surpassed the essence of the human soul!"

Locke's eyes hardened. He had to speed things up. If he couldn't completely inscribe the permanent defensive force field before his mental strength broke through 1,000, things would get very troublesome.

The human soul cannot possibly bear so much demonic pressure.

At this very moment, his body was still burning through his potential and lifespan, and his image in the mirror was visibly aging.

White hairs grew on his head, his beard grew wildly, wrinkles began to appear on his skin, his pupils became cloudy, and his vitality was no longer vigorous.

He transformed from a young man in his late twenties into the appearance of a middle-aged or elderly man in a very short period of time, and he continues to age.

'Click~'

The invisible magic knife in Locke's hand suddenly broke into seven pieces, which fell to the ground and melted away like ice.

but……

Locke muttered to himself, "It's done."

"The spell model for the Forest Sanctuary has been completed."

"I succeeded!"

The next moment, the core of his consciousness, the sun representing his own consciousness, shone at least a hundred times brighter, and all the spell models of magic he had learned before turned into stars that revolved around it.

Like the solar system. At the same time, within this star system, a spell model of a permanent magical field, slightly smaller than the self-conscious core [the Sun], also appeared, positioned similarly to [Jupiter].

This endowed the magical galaxy within this sea of ​​consciousness with an unprecedented level of completion.

This rudimentary magical galaxy acquired enough detail to change its original circular motion into a spiral elliptical motion, similar to the trajectory of a real galaxy.

'Click...click...'

Locke exuded the immense magical pressure that only a formal wizard possesses, and this pressure continued to increase in level, covering the entire research institute like a dark cloud.

Suddenly, sparks of electricity appeared in countless corners of the research institute.

Some of the surviving organisms still inside the nutrient tanks, in their unconscious coma, uttered whimpers of fear towards the formal wizards.

That comes from the instinct for survival, a fear of higher life forms.

That is an ancient philosophy of survival, an instinct that has remained in the bodies of these creatures for countless years, forcing them to flee from an overly powerful presence.

"It went much more smoothly than I expected. Perhaps my accumulated power was too great, so a single potion of sacrifice was enough to safely push my mana to 1000."

Locke's eyes emitted a mysterious blue magical light, and the surrounding wood elements, being so concentrated, began to rain green magical water in a small area above his head.

Locke sighed. "In fact, the pace of progress was a bit too fast. If I hadn't used the virtual simulation platform to inscribe the Forest Sanctuary magic a few times in advance, the speed at which I inscribed the spell models might not have been able to keep up with the speed of my mental power's progress, leading to a failed breakthrough."

"It could even endanger one's own life."

"Everything needs to be in balance. Too much of a good thing is poison, and sometimes poison can turn into something good."

"The world is like this, so is being a person, and so is doing things. Addition and subtraction, balance and order, the natural order, the endless cycle."

Through this experience, Locke gained a deeper understanding of the balance of nature.

At this moment, a green magical glow appeared in Locke's eyes; it was highly condensed natural energy.

A basic natural energy shield formed around him.

That is the most fundamental power of the Forest Sanctuary.

Meanwhile, the effects of the Sacrifice Potion had not completely worn off, because Locke's body harbored enormous potential for potion potential, especially the large amount of spinal fluid and Eye Lord Potion he had previously consumed, as well as a large amount of magical resources he had purchased at the auction.

At this moment, a nearly tangible natural energy formed around Locke. The natural energy soared into the sky, flew into the air, spun once, and then slammed down again, crashing into Locke.

In the central control room, in a corner, a cone-shaped crystal stood on the ground, its surface gleaming with golden light. At the same time, a lantern plant bloomed beneath this crystal.

After Locke's mana broke through to 1000, it continued to grow rapidly, reaching 1100 and 1200. He naturally entered the advanced meditation state, and the advanced meditation automatically reached the fourth level.

He is closer to the natural force plane in the void, so he can easily receive more natural force.

Furthermore, due to the ancient creature bloodline of the Three-Eyed Tiger Cat in his body, the natural force plane, for some reason, favored him, and thus at this moment, it continuously poured natural force back into him, taking the opportunity to rapidly strengthen his magical power.

Meanwhile, the Execution Hammerhead Mushroom seed that had been hidden on Locke's body was rapidly absorbing the materialized natural primal energy around it, forcing this natural primal energy to condense into wood element fibers, and absorbing these wood element fibers, causing it to quickly grow mycelium and sclerotium, supporting the fruiting body. The mushroom cap continued to grow and expand until it became as big as a hammer.

At the same time, as Locke became a formal wizard, his natural lifespan automatically increased, moving towards five hundred years, and the little bit of lifespan he had lost before became insignificant.

So he regained his youth, and even looked younger than before.

He was already an adult, but now he looks like he has a childish face.

This is because his lifespan has increased significantly, resulting in a much younger relative age.

(End of this chapter)