Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago didn't speak, he lowered his head to think, and Michael just watched him quietly.

The air was filled with the scorching smell of highly concentrated elemental particles being forcibly restrained.

This scent is a sacred fragrance to lower-level creatures, but to Dago, it is a silent radiation of his spiritual field by a higher-level life form.

After a moment, Dago looked up and said thoughtfully, "Is it because of Ginya?"

This statement sounds like a meaningless repetition, as Michael had just mentioned earlier that it wasn't solely because of Ginya.

However, when Dago brought up Ginya again, Michael nodded instead.

"You're a smart person."

Michael's tone seemed to soften a bit, but that aloofness remained as thick as ice.

"Genia is very important to me, in a way that you can't understand."

"And you are very important to Ginya, she is very lonely... You should understand what I mean."

"clear."

Dago nodded. "Genia will keep you company, and I'll keep Genia company, right?"

Michael seemed to sense something unsettling in Dago's words, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Michael frowned, then said calmly, "You can understand it that way for now, but what I'm trying to express isn't as cold as you think."

"I can help you and Ginya become partners, and I can at least guarantee that you can advance to the next level of miracles together in the future."

"You have good talent, and if your potential can be fully developed, you may be able to go very high in the future."

"But in the south, I'm sure everything would be much less impressive."

"The scarcity of resources in the south is not only reflected in magic stones and materials, but also in a distorted understanding of the underlying rules of the world."

"Running down the wrong path, no matter how fast you go, will only take you further and further away from the truth."

"If you have the ambition to achieve miracles before you turn one hundred, given your current abilities, status, and background, it is almost an unattainable goal."

"To emerge from the fog and master the miracle, the most important step is to deeply complete one's mental and spiritual power. However, this step has blocked countless third-ring wizards who are outstanding in both talent and intelligence."

"It's not that they aren't good enough, but rather that they lack the corresponding legacy."

In the wizarding world, knowledge has weight and a price.

This top-level knowledge about leaps in life levels is firmly locked in the hands of a few ancient wizarding organizations, forming an insurmountable class barrier.

As Michael spoke, he extended his right hand, and a soft white light emanated from between his fair and slender fingers, revealing a floating runestone within the light.

The surface of the stone was covered with fine cracks, and liquid spiritual energy flowed through each crack.

Those are traces left by ancient wizards who forcibly solidified their mental power in order to record higher-dimensional information.

"And here I have such a tradition."

"To dispel the fog, to accomplish miracles, and to nurture the true spirit, you will need to use this secret method of purifying spiritual and soul power in every stage you go through from now on."

"Isn't there a French Ring?"

Dago suddenly interrupted Michael.

He activated the Eye of Truth, attempting to analyze the energy composition of the runestone.

Data streams were scrolling wildly across his retina, warning of the danger of a high-energy reaction.

"Of course, the Omnipotent Ring exists."

Michael glanced at Dago and said calmly, "But that would require you to pay a greater price, to prove your worth more, and the secret technique you ultimately obtain might not even be as good as the one I have now."

"Within the Omnipotent Ring, to obtain this level of knowledge, you need to sign a soul contract that lasts for a hundred years and become a puppet of the Omnipotent Ring's will."

"And all I need is you as a 'partner,' a 'stabilizer.'"

"This is a decision that concerns your future. I can tell you clearly that after a miracle, the strength of a wizard largely depends on the strength of their true spirit."

"The strength of your true spirit determines your potential for advancement, and the strength of your true spirit is determined by the quality of your spiritual power and soul power."

"Perhaps the threshold of moving from the third ring road to the fourth ring road won't stop you, but after the fourth ring road, you'll feel that something is missing, and every step you take up will be incredibly difficult."

"Think it over carefully, Dago."

Dago fell silent at Michael's words.

Accepting a gift means accepting the consequences.

Ginya's "specialness" and Michael's "scheme" may involve some kind of ancient, even forbidden, soul experiment.

The spacious and magnificent hall fell into a brief silence, as if everything had stopped moving, except for the dust particles under the central beam of light floating silently in the air.

The dust was not dust, but rather free elemental particles that, under the pressure of the two people's massive mental energy fields, exhibited a chaotic state of Brownian motion.

After a moment, Dago spoke.

His voice was as calm as if he were reading a lab report.

"I've made up my mind."

A faint look of satisfaction appeared in Michael's eyes.

She thought he had given in, or rather, that he had made a rational choice.

Ten minutes later, Dagger emerged from the beautiful white house.

He closed the door behind him, shutting out the suffocating luxury and oppressive atmosphere inside.

His expression was calm, his face showing no emotion, just as it had when he went in earlier.

But deep within his pupils, the blue light that represented rationality had become even more profound.

However, he had only walked a short distance from the hut when a figure blocked his way.

This is a mental field coverage imbued with intense hostility.

"If you think that getting close to Ginya will win Prince Michael's favor... that's just wishful thinking."

The young wizard Fink, dressed in a moon-white robe and with a gloomy face, stood in front of Dago and spoke with a cold smile.

"Oh?"

Dago stopped and looked at him, saying calmly, "So I'll give you this chance to rise to the top?"

His tone was relaxed, as if he were talking about throwing away a piece of trash.

This contempt drove the proud royal wizards mad more than any insult.

The young wizard Fink was taken aback. After a half-breath, his handsome face showed an expression of embarrassment and anger, as if something had been exposed by Dargo.

That was the humility deep within his heart.

What he longed for but could not obtain was worthless in the eyes of this country wizard.

This gap in understanding instantly ignited his mental powder keg.

"You clueless brat!"

"You will pay the price for your arrogance. Here, no law can protect an ignorant second-circle wizard!"

Fink suddenly unleashed a powerful mental energy fluctuation characteristic of a third-ring wizard, as if the air around him had been completely emptied in an instant.

Dago stood motionless in front of him, his hair and robes billowing high in the sudden gust of wind.