Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Is Melville's Pandora's Box really that big?"

Ginya covered her mouth and murmured as she looked at the Box Monster in the distance, which was causing a series of booming sounds.

It is a walking mountain.

This size is beyond the scope of ordinary alchemical creatures.

This reflects the ancient dwarfs' somewhat morbid pursuit of the physical principle of "volume".

"Princess, it's time for us to leave."

After a brief moment of shock, the silver-haired witch Emily was the first to recover from her astonishment.

Reason regained control of her thinking.

As a protector, her primary logic is to minimize losses.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the violent metallic particles floating in the air.

With a slightly tense expression, he quickly said, "Who knows what else might come up next..."

"This level of energy fluctuation is enough to awaken deeper defense mechanisms."

"We came in too much of a hurry this time. Next time, we can organize more people to accompany you on your exploration..."

"oh oh."

Ginya was half-pulled and half-protected away by the silver-haired witch Emily.

Protected by powerful mental energy, she appeared like a puppet on strings.

She nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized what she meant.

The gaps in memory are connected by emotions.

She glanced quickly at Dago.

"Dago!"

She hadn't even started catching up with Dago when she was pulled away, clearly reluctant to leave.

The young wizard Fink coldly stood between the two.

He slightly raised his staff, the tip of which glowed with a dangerous white light.

He looked at Dago with a warning look.

It's like watching a toad trying to get its hands on a swan.

"Would you like to leave with us?"

"The silver-haired witch Emily shouted at Dago."

This is a polite inquiry, but also a test.

The young wizard Fink couldn't help but frown.

He did not want this unstable variable to continue to exist in the princess's sight.

Ginya's eyes lit up, and she kept waving at Dago.

It's like calling out to childhood playmates.

Dago looked thoughtful.

The Eye of Truth was working wildly deep within its depths.

The data stream cascaded down like a waterfall.

He was calculating the benefits of leaving versus the risks of staying.

Calculate the team's overall combat strength and utilization value.

But before he could decide whether to go with Ginya and her group...

A sudden change occurred.

At this moment, the location of the Box Monster in the distance changed again.

"Bang!"

It was a dull, deafening sound, like a heart exploding.

The giant magic box monster, which was rampaging around like pushing building blocks, accidentally stepped on something and shattered it.

Then, with a "buzzing" sound.

Suddenly, a large group of densely packed black objects flew out from under the collapsed building.

Like a black tide surging upwards.

Just like the puppet bee swarm that attacked the silver-haired witch and others before. However, this time it's different.

Dago's pupils suddenly contracted.

The tentacles of mental perception extended outwards, capturing different structural information.

These puppet-like creatures that were "disturbed" and flew out were all square in shape.

Intricate runes are etched onto their surfaces.

Each facet gleams with a cold, hard metallic sheen.

It was almost identical to the magic box that Dargo had previously obtained.

Each of them had two pairs of gray, dragonfly-like wings on their backs.

Thin as a cicada's wing, yet vibrating at a high frequency.

It cuts through the air, emitting a tooth-grinding buzzing sound.

"call--"

The airflow was torn apart.

Almost the instant these winged magic boxes appeared, Dargo's figure suddenly vanished in front of them.

There was no goodbye.

No hesitation.

He didn't even glance at Ginya.

In that instant, the logic of emotion was crushed by the logic of absolute self-interest.

He transformed into a blurry silver shadow.

That's the ultimate manifestation of physical activation.

They rushed quickly toward the giant box monster.

At this moment, Dago had already put everything—Ginya, the Royal Court of Life, and all that other nonsense—out of his mind.

His eyes were fixed on the location from which the countless magic boxes flew out.

With intense mental focus, the world is filtered into black and white lines.

Sharp eyes pierced through the layers of the magic box.

In that chaotic, disorderly black storm.

They eventually narrowed it down to one of the many magic boxes—a magic box unlike any other.

Its size and shape are not much different from ordinary magic boxes.

But it's golden.

That kind of gold isn't the gaudy color of gold.

Rather, it is a more advanced radiance, seemingly imbued with some kind of power of rules.

It appears to be made entirely of pure gold, and is incomparably magnificent.

The surface was covered with runic loops never seen before.

In the dark, swarming Pandora's box, it stood out so conspicuously.

Like a lighthouse in the dark night.

Or, it could be bait in a trap.

Dago stared intently at the golden magic box.

The heart pumps hot blood.

My mind was almost entirely focused on one thought—I have to get it! I absolutely have to get it!

That was an instinctive call.

It is the uncontrollable possessiveness that every wizard has when faced with high-level mysterious items.

"A golden magic box?!"

The moment Dago rushed out, the silver-haired witch and the others also caught sight of the golden magic box.

Greed is the original sin shared by all intelligent beings.

The young wizard Fink, standing at the very front of the four-person group, suddenly had an intense gleam in his eyes.

It was the look in the eyes of a hungry wolf upon seeing flesh and blood.

Even the so-called elites of the royal court cannot maintain their hypocritical elegance in the face of top-tier resources.

He then immediately began to turn one of the rings on his fingers without hesitation.

In an instant, two enormous, pure white wings of light sprouted from behind him.

The light wings are not physical entities, but rather highly concentrated aggregates of light elements.

Its edges are as sharp as a knife, exuding a sacred and chilling aura.

The next second he turned into a white light.

That was an explosion that exceeded the speed of sound.

A white sonic boom cloud exploded behind him.

It sped away forward.

In just a few breaths, he overtook Dago, who had set off earlier.

That speed carried an overwhelming force.

He arrogantly ran ahead of Dago.

Dago sensed Fink's presence rushing past.

The powerful wind pressure made his robes flutter loudly.

That's the foundation of a third-ring wizard.

It is an absolute speed achieved by piling up a large amount of resources.

Dago instinctively wanted to activate his short-range spatial teleportation ability to catch up.

Spatial coordinates have already been constructed in my mind.

With just a thought, he could cross that distance.

But Dago's eyes flickered a few times.

That was the brakes on reason.

He forced himself to hold back.

The output of mental energy was forcibly interrupted.

He let the wizard Fink leave him far behind and kept getting closer to the location of the golden magic box.

By this time, Dargo had completely calmed down from the unprecedented excitement of the appearance of the golden magic box.

That burning greed was replaced by cold, logical analysis.

This isn't right.

Something is very wrong.

He realized something was wrong.

The true purpose of the Mechanical Heart Dwarves in creating the Magic Box was to better conceal the Thunder and Fire Hammers they had forged.

That was a sacred object of the dwarves, a divine artifact capable of changing the course of war on the continent.

To protect this item, the dwarven master craftsmen would undoubtedly rack their brains.

They can set up mazes, create illusions, and exploit human weaknesses.

Whether it's the giant Pandora's Box or the winged golden Pandora's Box, the targets are far too conspicuous.

In this dark, deathly silent secret realm.

They are like the only spotlight on a stage.

It's like openly telling others that they're hiding something good inside, "Come and catch me, come and catch me!"

This is too deliberate.

It was so deliberate, it was like a clumsy joke.

Doesn't this completely contradict the dwarves' original intention?

Dwarfs may be stubborn, but they are by no means stupid.

How could a race that held a place in ancient times make such a basic mistake?

"Whether it's the Giant Box or the Golden Box, the chances of them containing the Thunderfury Hammer are very low..."

Dago's brain was working at lightning speed.

Elimination method.

Reverse thinking.

"Dwarves wouldn't have the brilliant idea that 'the most dangerous place is the safest place'..."

In a wizard's dictionary, such an idea usually means courting death.

Moreover, great opportunities often mean greater risks.

This is an ironclad rule.

Pie doesn't fall from the sky; meteorites do.

If that golden magic box is indeed some kind of core, then its surrounding defense mechanisms are definitely not just a bunch of flying magic boxes.

Thinking of this, Dago's speed actually began to slow down.

His muscles remained taut, ready to exert force at any moment, but no longer in a sprint, but in a state of alertness.

He subtly transformed himself from a hunter into an observer.

He shifted his gaze to the young wizard Fink, who was now about to rush into the group of magic boxes.

This guy is much more impatient than him.

The full power of the genius wizard of the Emerald Court was also unleashed.

That unbridled release of energy was like running naked in the dark with a torch in hand.

Of all the third-ring wizards Dago has seen so far, this guy's flying speed is second to none.

But it's only about speed.

He was far from being a wise survivor.

Fink was about to plunge headfirst into the dark mass of Pandora's Boxes.

The white wings of light were about to touch the golden temptation.

Dago keenly noticed that the giant Box Monster located next to the Boxes had shown signs of attacking Fink.

Its massive body sank slightly.

The previously empty eye sockets suddenly glowed with a scarlet light.

That's a lock signal.

That was a harbinger of destruction.

He simply stopped and stood quietly in place, watching what Fink would do next.