Magicians never make wishes

"Based on simulating the trajectory of stars with mental power, one resonates with the universe, thereby drawing upon the power of the stars to forge the soul..."

The meditation method begins by mentioning the stars, the universe, and the soul.

Whether the effect is good or not is unclear, but the level of sophistication is definitely off the charts.

This was Ronan's first encounter with meditation; even the original owner of this body had never practiced it.

Whether he could temper his soul was another matter; he was more concerned about how quickly his mental strength would recover.

The previous battles were hampered by the lack of meditation techniques, which resulted in insufficient sustain.

As for being mocked as a "wild magician," he didn't care at all. Anyway, the last person who said that had his soul used as consumables after he died.

The best time to practice stargazing meditation is undoubtedly on a night with a sky full of stars.

Ronan simply sat down on the ground and tried to cultivate according to the methods described inside.

"Concentrate your mental energy into a single point, then unleash its maximum potential and spread it outwards..."

This looks like a simulation of the Big Bang...

Isn't meditation the most important aspect of meditation?

They're going to be this intense right off the bat. I don't know if I can handle it.

Following the method described in meditation, Ronan concentrated his mind and actively compressed his mental energy.

Soon after, I felt dizzy and almost vomited.

Is this meditation method reliable...?

He somewhat regretted practicing the meditation method he had picked up without any preparation.

Especially in such a godforsaken place.

After a while, I realized that the sky was already turning white, and the orange-red sun was slowly rising.

Setting aside his cultivation matters, Ronan left Jiuwan Village and embarked on his journey to the abandoned castle.

The terrain around Wuyue City is mostly hills and plains, unlike the desolate edge of the Demon Forest, where there are no lurking dangers of surprise attacks.

After walking for a long time, on the vast plain, an ancient castle stood in the distance.

If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the location of the mission.

It took Ronan another half day to finally arrive at the castle, panting heavily.

Although mages do not need to engage in close combat, their weak physique can be a disadvantage.

Upon closer inspection, the ancient castle is truly magnificent, its overall size being comparable to the city gate of Wuyue City.

Over time, the walls have been covered with ivy, and the castle gate is in a terrible state of disrepair.

At this moment, several figures were standing at the entrance of the castle.

Judging from their attire, they appear to be adventurers of different professions.

"Why are you only arriving now?"

The burly man at the head of the group was a green-skinned orc who spoke with a strange accent and looked at Ronan with some displeasure.

"As long as everyone's here, that's enough, stop talking nonsense!" Before Ronan could speak, the female dwarf next to him said.

"It hasn't sunset yet, there's plenty of time." A female grey elf winked at Ronan. "You agree, right, mage?"

"Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?" Ronan paused, then asked in return.

"Stop joking, Red Star," the orc said irritably.

The female dwarf confidently pounded her chest, "Your senior has already given instructions, so don't worry about leaving it to us, there won't be any problems."

"Let me emphasize again, we are responsible for the kills, all the materials are ours, you only get the mission points."

The gray elf emphasized the word "materials" with great seriousness.

Ronan looked at the three of them with some suspicion. "You recognize me?"

"A magician, wearing a pre-made academy robe, and his age and height are suitable, although he's a bit late..."

The gray elf was somewhat displeased, "But this joke isn't funny, Red Star."

Academy robes?

Ronan glanced subconsciously at his magic robe, which remained clean and undamaged even after several battles.

Is there any other significance to this outfit?

"Your senior has already paid," the gray elf said, squinting. "Even if you change your mind now, we can't give you a refund."

"Don't even think about it!" the orc shouted hastily, finally realizing what was happening.

"Give me my money back? You son of a bitch..." The female dwarf immediately stopped talking when she realized that he was her employer.

Immediately, she swiftly pulled out a blood-red crystal and crushed it. "The mission has begun. Even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't be able to get a refund!"

The crystal shattered, instantly transforming into a crimson mist that enveloped all four of them.

"Oh no..." Ronan was about to run away when he felt a dizzying sensation.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a completely different scene.

"Squad 408's 263rd mission log: We officially entered the castle at 6:10 PM."

"The mission members are Manshi Red Hammer Gray Leaf, and... Akashi."

The gray elf suddenly pulled out a small notebook and began taking notes as he spoke, his tone as official as could be.

"Mage, keep up!"

The surrounding environment resembled the interior of an ancient castle, but Ronan immediately sensed something was amiss.

When we were at the castle gate, it was just getting dark.

Now, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, its scarlet light casting an eerie and dangerous glow over the castle.

The orc and the female dwarf at the front were already fighting against an unidentified creature.

The grey elf continued taking notes in his notebook: "At 6:12 PM, encountered a low-level blood slave."

"Where is this?" Ronan walked to her side and looked around.

"The Crimson Castle, huh?" The gray elf's eyes gleamed with cunning. "Now that you're inside, the mission has officially begun, and there's no going back."

"How did you get in?" he pressed, the dizziness he felt was almost identical to when he entered the temple.

"If you want to know the principle behind it, I suggest you ask your senior."

The grey elf gave a casual, perfunctory answer, seemingly used to being bombarded with similar questions.

"If you ask what was used, it was that blood-red crystal you saw."

Ronan sensed a certain stereotype about the other person, so he changed the subject, "Aren't you going up to help?"

"I'm only responsible for recording." The gray elf looked at him suspiciously. "What, you want to practice?"

She chuckled and said, "It's no big deal to practice. Just let them know."

"But if you encounter someone stronger later, then forget it, otherwise I'll have to go down and protect you."

"Aren't you just responsible for taking notes?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

"The premise is that no one gets into danger."

The gray elf squinted at him, and it was obvious who he was referring to.

Ronan looked at the so-called blood slave.

It resembles a humanoid creature fused with a cape, possessing extremely tough skin and exceptionally high physical defense.

It takes three blows from an orc's giant axe to tear open a wound.

On the contrary, the female dwarf's heavy hammer was more lethal to them.

"What kind of monster is this?" He had no knowledge of blood slaves.

"This isn't a monster; it's a failed product of vampire experiments." The gray elf put down her notebook, a look of doubt on her face. "Isn't this the kind of knowledge you should know best?"

Ronan shook his head. "I don't understand. Actually, I..."

"I understand, I understand." The gray elf looked knowing, seemingly treating him as a newcomer who knew nothing but could afford to spend money.

"No, what I mean is..."

"Oh, take your time."

"You've mistaken me for someone else..."

"Ah, right, right, right..."

Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain...

Ronan gave up and looked around before asking, "Are there many monsters here?"

"Not many." The gray elf flipped through his notebook, finding the specific information. "According to reliable intelligence, there are only a few blood slaves and one..."

Before the gray elf could finish speaking, roars suddenly echoed from all directions around the castle.

Immediately afterwards, a group of creatures exuding a scarlet aura emerged from various corners, looking exactly like the blood slaves.

Ronan counted them, pointing to about thirty blood slaves, and turned to ask,

"Is this considered a minority?"

The grey elf put away his notebook, his face grim, and pulled out a short wooden cane. "Damn it! We've been tricked!"