Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The mushroom house was quiet and clean, with no accumulated dust, as if the owner had just cleaned it to entertain him.

A strange, fresh scent of fungi filled the air.

The house has a low, hemispherical ceiling with a leaf-shaped window on one side.

The light shone in from there, casting a pale white streak on the floor.

Looking out the window, one can vaguely see the shadows of huge gray stone pillars, one of which emits a beam of light that reaches the sky, standing out conspicuously against the hazy sky.

"boom!"

The earthquake trembled.

Dust settled in a soft patter.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly as he saw a second gray stone pillar suddenly illuminated, its brilliance dazzling, mirroring the first one that had been lit.

The two beams of light, like two sharp swords, pierced the deathly silence of the ancient city.

"Another spot has been taken."

Claire walked in from outside, not because there was one less of the thirty-two Wizards seats available.

"Dago...may I call you that?"

Claire's expression hardened slightly as she said to Dagger, "There are some things I think I need to tell you. Come with me."

Footsteps echoed in the empty mushroom house.

Dago followed Claire out of the cabin, puzzled. Claire took a deep breath and pointed in a direction, saying, "Look over there."

That's the edge of the world.

Twisted, dazzling, yet fraught with deadly danger.

Claire directed Dargo to look in a direction completely opposite to the two lit stone pillars. Dargo saw a faint, colorful light curtain, through which the wizards who were participating in the battle had previously entered.

The light screen was like a living skin, slowly breathing.

Each breath is accompanied by the collapse and reorganization of space.

Dago stared at the light screen for a while, then suddenly asked, "Is this light screen moving?"

"right."

Claire nodded and said in a deep voice, "To be precise, it's shrinking inwards. The entire space of the Fairy Ancient City is shrinking; this is one of the rules of the battle."

"This is called raising gu, driving all the poisonous insects into a small jar."

"The light barrier will eventually shrink to only thirty-two stone pillars. Any participant excluded from the light barrier will be eliminated by the rules."

"I learned about this rule from the notes of a senior wizard who participated in a seat-grabbing battle, but I didn't expect it to be implemented so quickly."

Time has become the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head.

Dago didn't speak, but just thought quietly.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

The contraction of the light curtain is a disguised way of driving the wizards in the Fairy Ancient City toward the position of the thirty-two stone pillars, compressing everyone's space for movement, forcing everyone to fight each other, and then selecting the true strongman, the wizard who can truly bear the name of "genius".

Throughout the life of the legendary Archon Isidore, he grew up almost entirely in the midst of struggle.

Every footprint is soaked in the blood of competitors.

Countless suppressions, resistances, and battles... ultimately cemented Isidore's reputation as the first genius wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent.

Only under extreme pressure can the potential deep within the soul be squeezed out.

It's quite normal for him to establish such rules in his own legacy.

There is no need for cowards on the path of truth.

However, this rule is not so friendly to D'Ago, who needs time to adjust at this stage.

He needs time.

An absolutely quiet environment is needed to complete the leap in life level.

Dargo knew what Claire meant by telling him this, and after thinking about it,

She calmly said, "If the light screen shrinks to the vicinity of this house before I come out, then you should leave first and don't worry about me."

This is a rational decision.

He didn't add any unnecessary emotional coloring.

Claire nodded with a complicated expression and said nothing more.

Dago didn't linger any longer and went straight into the room.

The musty and dusty smells hit him, but they gave him a strange sense of peace.

He first set up a simple defensive rune array and a magic array to aid in the growth of mental power in the room.

Dago sat cross-legged in the center of the two magic circles and took out the strange cowbell he had obtained from the Bone Bell Maflin.

With his mental energy probing inside, Dago sensed resistance within the cowbell.

That was the resistance from the dead.

Cold and slippery, like touching a rotting corpse.

This is a legendary magical artifact with some storage space, perhaps representing the lineage of the "Bone Bell" style.

Because Dargo sensed an extremely ancient and intense ghostly aura emanating from this cowbell ritual object.

It was as if countless wronged souls were whispering in my ear.

They tried to pull his consciousness into the abyss.

The cowbell still bears the unique spiritual imprint of Mamforin; to confirm this, Dago would have to erase the imprint.

This requires painstaking effort.

With even stronger mental power, gradually erase the original owner's mark.

Of course, he definitely doesn't have time to do that right now.

We can only suppress it temporarily.

After his battle with Mamforin, Dago gained a preliminary understanding of some of his own strength.

After undergoing two purifications of his mental energy, Dago's mental energy surpassed that of a typical early-stage third-ring wizard, both in quality and quantity.

His mind works extremely fast, thanks to the comfort of Solomon.

It is more sensitive to capturing elemental particles.

Therefore, although he was only at the late stage of the second ring, the actual gap between him and Ma Fulin, who was at the mid stage of the third ring, was not as large as outsiders perceived.

The gap between social classes is not insurmountable.

In the [Radiant Sun] state, his fighting spirit burned, further narrowing the gap.

With the addition of three different domain powers that have entered into dual resonance, along with the soul seal [Winter Star], his domain composition already gave him the ability to fight Mamfulin head-on.

Of course, Mamforin's defeat was also largely due to his extreme underestimation of his opponent.

It is the arrogance of the strong, and also a deadly poison.

The spell he intended to use as his trump card, and the cowbell in Dago's hand, were both left unused.

He underestimated Dargo so much that Dargo seized an opportunity to kill him.

Like crushing an ant, clean and efficient.

Even the most composed wizard will inevitably feel contempt when facing an opponent who is several levels lower or even one level lower than himself.

My relatively low level of mental strength is both a weakness and an advantage.

[Pretend to be weak to lure the enemy, then suddenly attack and kill.]

Dago couldn't help but sigh, "Many things in this world are inherently two-sided; it's just a matter of how you look at them."

He stroked the spatial ring.

That place once housed the set of equipment that had been with him for so long.

"If [Eternal Night Frost Mark] hadn't been destroyed inside the Mechanical Heart, this battle might have been won even more easily."

The shards of frost seemed to still linger on my fingertips, a feeling of regret akin to losing a comrade.

The [Eternal Night Frostmark] artifact set gifted to Dargo by Avery of the Huntington family provided him with significant assistance for a considerable period.

Unfortunately, it was corrupted by the Golden Curse in the battle against the Ash Witch Tracy, after all, it was only a second-tier magic item set.

The pursuit of truth is always accompanied by losses.

As long as one is strong, external things are ultimately just embellishments.

Dago thought casually for a moment, then quickly composed himself and prepared to attempt to become a third-circle wizard.