Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 89 System
"The basic completion rate is quite good, but I'm still a bit restrained; I'm still too much of a mage in my mind."

"Rigorous, rigid, meticulous, with one step leading to another."

"Who was the ancient figure you learned spellcasting from? Was he really someone who wielded fire?"

"Among powerful individuals who wield fire, such a refined skill is quite rare."

Casilla calmly commented on Loren's spell demonstration, without being sarcastic or nitpicking.

Firstly, Loren's spellcasting performance was indeed quite good, better than those who had previously come to her for online classes.

Sufficiently stable mental control, rich emotions and fluid perception, and a high level of spell completion—this is a high enough level for a beginner.

Secondly, the little guy is currently practicing dragon-language magic, which allows him to wield elemental power as a true dragon.

Its logic is quite different from that of normal magic.

This power is rather unconventional; it doesn't follow the rigid rules of conventional mages' spell models.

Besides bloodline talent, confidence when casting spells is equally important.

If you ask why, a strong and confident person is always attractive.

A person who is always being scolded and doesn't believe in themselves will find it difficult to fully utilize their natural charm, even if they are naturally very charismatic.

For those insecure individuals, spellcasting failures are practically a daily occurrence.

Because at the moment he cast the spell, his subconscious was already imagining the scenario of failure.

The use of magic is both an extension of mental power and a transformation of imagination; a person who fails in their imagination will not go far.

Moreover, Charisma is the primary attribute for spellcasters who rely on bloodlines, while dragon language magic requires a complex ability that combines both Intelligence and Charisma.

It is so ancient, it comes from the ancient, barbaric era.

At that time, there was no distinction between sorcerers and mages, and the principles of magic were not very clear. People generally referred to them as spellcasters.

The system and specific inheritance of dragon language magic were summarized, established and perfected by the ancient dragon race of that time based on their own power.

Ultimately, it was passed down from generation to generation in the bloodline of the dragon race.

Not to mention, Loren studied red dragon magic.

The red dragon's nature is one of confidence bordering on arrogance, and a bloodthirsty madness.

In the updates made by the later generations of dragons, if a spell is unstable, then they increase magic power, add nodes, expand the spell's capacity, and continue to expand it until it becomes stable.

Could this process fail and explode?

So what? Just tell me if this thing is strong or not!

Bigger is better, stronger is more beautiful!
With each generation of iterations, if you lack confidence in your dragon language spells when playing Red Dragon, it's tantamount to suicide.

As a professional polymath and a purveyor of the law, Casilla was very clear and precise in his discovery and provision of initial guidance.

The reason she is prone to swearing is because she has a severe aversion to stupidity, even when the problem has nothing to do with stupidity.

Despite the fact that she now has a fairly good relationship with Loren, and even admires him to some extent.

However, as long as Loren cannot quickly switch between the mindset of a mage and a warlock, her evaluation of Loren will rapidly deteriorate, decline, and even become aversion.

Even though reason tells her that this kind of mindset shift is inherently difficult, she doesn't care about that when she's in a daze.

This is why she always argues with other students who come to class, ultimately earning a lot of negative reviews and the reason why no one will repurchase her products.

"Previous spellcasting training? I sought out Ellis Kandal, the demigod lord of the Abyss, a leading figure in the field of spell penetration."

Loren answered, and upon hearing this, Casilla hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

"If it's her, you can still learn from her in terms of the mindset of a battle mage using conventional spells. I really can't compare to her in that aspect."

"But with dragon-language magic, you must use the mindset I taught you, and throw away that mage mindset that focuses on precision, meticulousness, and planning!"

"Use your primal instincts to harness your power. Don't think of yourself as a mage, but as a dragon vein sorcerer. Those spells are embedded in your blood and instincts; you are born with them. Learning later is just about discovering and understanding them."

Casilla explained.

That being said, in the past, most red dragons would never unearth a few dragon spells to aid their use in their entire lives.

Their innate ability to breathe fire, coupled with simpler spell-like abilities, is enough to make them virtually invincible.

Even though times have changed drastically, adult dragons still hold a significant advantage in the social environment, at least for now.

Learning these old tricks that require intelligence, charm, and even a certain mindset while casting spells can easily annoy dragons.

"You want to be even more open-minded, right?"

As Loren listened to Casillas's words, he began to recall his three previous spells.

He completed the spell normally, controlled the power within the normal range, and successfully destroyed it without causing any permanent damage to the demiplane.

From the perspective of the mages casting spells, this spell should have been quite successful.

However, dragon language magic does not belong entirely to mages, nor entirely to warlocks; it exists somewhere in between.

Loren pondered.

Although we now use configurations, nodes, and various modern concepts to describe and understand them, were there really so many rules when these things were first created?

"I think I understand what you mean."

Loren nodded slightly to Casilla's phantom, then spread his dragon wings and soared into the sky, arriving in mid-air.

Golden flames burned between his eyes, and flowing magic coursed through his veins and every inch of his skin.

As before, Loren began to manipulate the flames and lava.

This time, however, he no longer considered whether the thing would damage the ground, affect the structural stability of the demiplane, or how to clean up the mess after casting the spell.

All his will and spirit were focused on one simple point:
Magic is so much fun, I want to have a blast!

The red dragon was enveloped in lava stone armor far stronger than before. The scorching heat soothed his muscles and bones, nourishing his body. Under the armor, the dragon's body expanded to cover most of the sky in the demiplane.

"When the wind blows, the fire comes."

As soon as the previous spell was finished, Loren began chanting the incantation for the next one. The air flowed between his wings and his entire body, stirring the lava on his body and sending sparks flying everywhere.

The next moment, the dragon, having finished its incantation, spread its wings and began to accelerate. The ear-piercing sonic boom, accompanied by dazzling flames, dyed the sky of the demiplane a fiery red.

"Bang! Boom! Crack! Thud!" After several loud noises, a large crater appeared on the floor of the demiplane, and a branch was cut off from the imitation giant oak tree.

"Cough cough."

The dusty, red dragon crawled out of the pit and shook off its lava armor.

Just as Loren himself had anticipated, flying at subsonic or even supersonic speeds in the confined space of the demiplane would easily result in a crash and damage to his personal property.

But so what? It's fun, isn't it!

Besides, I can't fly like that outside. Not to mention I'm not old enough to fly in the city, people who don't know me would think something happened outside the city and I'm fleeing!
"Your learning speed and progress are excellent; you're already a very qualified user of dragon language magic. Don't you really want to consider letting me report this?"

"I think you've already experienced my teaching abilities."

Cassilia licked her lips, becoming increasingly satisfied with the brat in front of her, except for his young age.

"My main body will definitely like you. I'll negotiate with her. Not only can she waive your federal commission, but she can also give you a 9%, no, 8.5% discount when you learn spells!"

As fellow red dragons, Casilla believed that this brat on the other side would understand how much concession she had made.

"talk later."

When Casilla extended another olive branch, Loren politely declined it.

As a fellow red dragon, he could certainly tell how much concession and tolerance the other party had made, but as a fellow red dragon, this also made him feel...

Is it normal for her to make such big concessions to try and recruit me?
Don't you know what kind of people we Red Dragons are?
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing!

Mother dragon, are your motives pure?

Loren was well aware of his clan's reputation.

This is one of the reasons why he can remain calm and composed when faced with different looks from many people.

If someone encounters a red dragon on the street and learns its identity but doesn't discriminate against it, there's a 80% chance they want to get some pocket money from this rich dragon.

The remaining 1.9% probability is that he's planning something big, and there's less than a 1% probability that this guy is a good person who doesn't judge others based on prejudice.

Or perhaps he's a promising candidate for the Dragon Worship Cult.

And now, the one extending an olive branch to him and offering him generous terms is a red dragon of his own kind.

Then I'm sorry, I have to be wary of you.

"Phew, that's fine too. Time will tell."

Faced with Loren's polite refusal, Casilla nodded. She knew she had been a bit too eager, but thankfully, the little one hadn't completely rejected her.

"What a pity, why is she only twenty years old!"

Deep down, Casilla was furious.

"And what about the damn policies of the Federation? Why should our reports have to be made only after the other party is fully aware and agrees?"

Casilla gritted her teeth.

The writing behind this rule is quite strict. It not only uses the contract language of the demons of purgatory, but also has the signatures of many powerful righteous beings, and is even blessed by divine artifacts.

All these factors combined have given this rule the characteristic that it cannot be exploited by the stronger party.

As a mental model constructed using the computing power of the Federation's Magic Crystal Network, if she were to actually harbor the idea of ​​exploiting this regulation, not only would her mental model be destroyed, but her physical body would also be stripped of her teaching qualifications.

In severe cases, they may even lose their federal citizenship.

At that time, she could only go to the wilderness to play with the barbarians.

Even so, this is actually considered an act of leniency, since the ancient dragons are the strongest fighting force in the Federation, and they have to be given some face.

Demons and devils from lower dimensions who dare to circumvent these laws will inevitably face humane annihilation.

In Casilla's eyes, the Federation was a rather disorganized mess.

As a provisional regime that had existed for five hundred years, its initial establishment was imperfect in many aspects, leaving many loopholes to exploit, resulting in a considerable number of problems and individuals who depended on these problems for their livelihood.

The Federation has only done so well in one area: its ever-escalating system of violence and scientific research.

Even though she wasn't warlike, the legendary red dragon spellcaster she was from had long since acquired a series of awe-inspiring titles and possessed personal wealth comparable to that of a nation.

But now, she's just one of the researchers who spends most of her time in the library and is nominally affiliated with the Federal Research Institute.

Its main responsibility is to write interpretations and popular science articles about the latest weaponry for powerful, older individuals.

The new ideas proposed by those short-lived newcomers are all imaginative and incredible, yet they always have a rigorous magical principle at their core.

During her century of working here, she witnessed the birth, fall, and stagnation of countless geniuses. It was precisely because of her constant interaction with those mental monsters that Cassilia developed a habit of hating stupidity.

She was almost used to being the one who couldn't keep up with the train of thought, but when the model came out and she communicated with her younger peers, she found that they were the ones who couldn't keep up with the train of thought. How could she not be furious?
Even though she knew it wasn't the fault of these people of her kind, she simply couldn't bear it.

The advantage of immortal beings is that they can learn a great deal in their lifetime, but the disadvantage is the same: they can learn too much.

Their wealth of thoughts and experiences allowed them to thrive in interactions with other beings after they had completed their growth.

However, in cutting-edge theoretical research, a place that is always seeking novelty, change, and the impossible, experiencing too much of that is not necessarily a good thing.

However, the immortal species are not without their own research fields.

In applied science, the experience of long-lived species often comes in handy in translating cutting-edge theories into practical applications.

"I've seen this before. Someone has experimented with this before. This thing might be useful. Someone has replicated it before..."

For immortal species, the failures they experienced in other directions a century ago might lead to something different in another direction.

It is precisely because of the long-lived and short-lived species' cooperation in these areas over the years that the Federation's military system has been able to expand continuously to this outrageous extent.

As a member of the research community, she was one of the most aware of the Federation's current military strength, which made her concerns all the more profound.

If, in the end, the disappearance of the gods is not as serious as the Federation fears, and the missing gods eventually resolve the problem and reconnect with the world of Elron...

When they turn their attention back to this drastically changed world, what will they do, and what will happen to the world?

Civilization regresses, history repeats itself, and the gods unleash their power?
Or will the mortal race brandish their blades towards the sky, the gods shed blood, and continue forward?
Is it victory or defeat?

No one knows.

(End of this chapter)