Magicians never make wishes

Chapter 146 Plague Shaman

"Professor, how can I obtain a rank seed?"

Although Ronan already had one, it didn't stop him from openly inquiring about other sources.

"That's an interesting question."

Professor Greck chuckled, "I'm actually quite curious about the specific origins of the Seeds of Classes too—"

"As for the Seeds of Classes that can be obtained from the Valley of the Dead, they can be exchanged using points earned in the Mission Hall."

Even someone of Professor Grecker's stature doesn't know the source; there must be some secret involved.

Ronan sensed the gravity of the situation, and his sense of urgency intensified.

For the first time, he proactively inquired about the progress of his participation in the experiment with Professor Greck: "Professor Greck, when can I participate in your experiment?"

Professor Greck raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and asked, "Are you short of money?"

Lack? Of course I'm lacking! I'm penniless right now.

"I want to learn more about other lineages to lay a solid foundation for my future choices," Ronan said, adding, "Of course, it would be even better if I could make some money as soon as possible."

"The experiment on the mental plague may have to be postponed for a while. The mentor I was working with recently canceled his cooperation. I don't know what's wrong with that guy. The plague lineage has always been broke. But I've already found another partner. Oh, I was just talking about him and here he is."

Professor Greck turned his head and looked in the direction of the institute's gate.

At this moment, the bone-like door opened automatically, and the various servants in the hall began to move aside, making way for an exit.

Seeing this, Ronan couldn't help but think to himself: So this pile of clutter can make way for itself, huh?

A figure walked straight in from the gate, but Ronan couldn't see the person clearly because of the backlight.

The other person was wearing distinctive clothing that exuded antiquity and ruggedness, unexpectedly attracting attention.

This style of clothing is very similar to that of the two people who were previously fat and thin.

"Greek, why has the scheduled experiment been postponed again?"

The voice arrives before the person.

The newcomer's voice was cold but loud, and his question echoed in the hall, turning into an accusation.

"Donggu Shaman, I know you urgently need money, but don't rush."

Grek offered some helpless advice.

Judging from their conversation, this should be another Plague Shaman at the mentor level.

"Have you lost any storage bags or anything like that in the last couple of days?"

Grek's sharp eyes scanned the other person back and forth.

"no."

The shaman Donggu replied coldly, feeling very uncomfortable under the other's gaze.

"That's good—" Professor Greck nodded, then pulled Ronan to his side and introduced him, "He's an important test subject for our experiment. He just ran into trouble and came to me for refuge. The source of the trouble is your plague lineage. You'd better help protect him, otherwise the experiment might not only be delayed, but it might not be able to restart for several years."

To be honest, although Professor Greck was speaking up for him, Ronan couldn't help but feel very awkward hearing him keep referring to the subject as an "experiment."

This always made him feel like he was just a useful tool.

And that is indeed the case.

But if one's own strength reaches the professional level, how could one allow others to manipulate them at will?

No matter where you are, strength is always the most important thing.

Professor Greck briefly mentioned Ronan's conflict with a certain plague shaman, then asked suspiciously, "Wasn't it you who clashed with him? I seem to remember you having two subordinates, one fat and one thin."

Upon hearing this, Ronan was startled, but on the surface he remained completely calm, looking at the other person with an innocent and ignorant expression.

"You must be mistaken. That's one of Qiufeng Shaman's people," Donggu Shaman said after a moment's thought, his face full of displeasure. "Also, if you're asking about someone, just ask. Don't try to pin the blame on me right away."

Ronan immediately remembered this so-called Autumn Maple Shaman and planned to search for related information on the Magic Network after leaving.

"I must have misremembered, don't make it sound like I'm some terrible person—" Professor Greck chuckled.

The shaman Donggu scoffed, "Hmph, if these skeletal demons, who have fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, weren't evil, then everyone in the Valley of the Dead would be a saint."

Ronan grew increasingly alarmed as he listened, feeling that hearing too much of what he heard might implicate him.

He planned to slip away: "Professor, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now. I have a timed mission to complete."

Professor Greck nodded, glanced at the domineering fist on the lab table, and said, "Go ahead, I'll take care of this guy."

Ronan nodded and turned to leave when a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

"Your name is Ronan, right?"

The shaman Donggu appeared behind him at some point, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'll remember you."

After saying that, he acted as if nothing had happened and continued discussing the relevant experiments with Professor Greck.

Ronan, without looking back, quickly left the research institute.

He jogged to the mission hall in one breath, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Ronan then realized that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

By now, he knew perfectly well that the person who had attacked him earlier was none other than this Donggu Shaman!

Perhaps he was considering his cooperation with Greik in the experiment, or perhaps it was because of his own identity as the experimental subject.

In short, there has been no action taken against Ronan for the time being.

But his threatening "I'll remember you" clearly revealed his identity.

"Submit the task."

Ronan handed over several eyeballs carrying the plague and demanded payment for the task.

"Acquire four Eyeballs Carrying the Plague Demon. Reward: 4 Magic Stones. Requirements: The team accepting this quest must have at least four members. Time limit: 12 hours." [Wish Power Acquired: 8]

His eyes did not enter a dormant state, which was clearly not what the task issuer wanted.

However, from a mission perspective, these eyeballs fully meet the requirements and the mission's time constraints.

Once verified, the task is considered complete.

Ronan also received 4 magic stones as expected.

He also thought that although the submitted materials met the task requirements, they might not be what the task issuer wanted.

So is it possible that the actual amount of wish power received is less than what was marked on the task?

As it turned out, he was overthinking it.

Back at the villa, Ronan opened the mission panel, which already displayed a notification that he had received the power of will.

The amount of wish power stored has also increased from 1 point to 9 points.

There was no reduction in the power of the vows; it seems that the power of the vows was determined when they were issued, or rather, it was deducted in advance.

Once he obtained the power of will, Ronan squandered it all without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, a feeling of exhilarating pleasure arose in my soul.

He could sense that the fullness he had been experiencing through strengthening his soul's feedback through his willpower was a process of continuously expanding the total amount of his soul.

Along with the strengthening of the soul, the intensity of mental power also surged once again.

He quickly picked up the crystal ball that could display the strength of his mental energy. After the numbers on it jumped around, they became a three-digit mental energy strength: 102 points.

Finally, it's over 100.

Ronan felt a surge of joy, which meant that his mental strength had officially entered the professional class.

So, the next step is to construct the fundamental magic.