Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"It looks like we have no choice but to keep them."

One of the tower's wizards sighed and said, "The personal guidance from a fifth-circle wizard, and with three opportunities in total, is truly invaluable. Perhaps it will allow us to take that final step and embrace a miracle."

Someone nearby nodded in agreement, but soon someone else spoke up with a strange expression: "The people of the Starry Sky School know our background. They should have guessed that we would report the matter of the inheritance to headquarters as soon as possible."

"What do you mean?"

Someone frowned, while the latter added meaningfully, "Don't you think the second condition is much easier to accept than the first?"

Everyone was taken aback, and then someone blurted out instinctively, "They came for the people?!"

"Dago Heca!"

"What the Astral School truly wants is simply Dago Heca himself!"

In an instant, the few who understood this point all gasped in surprise.

Only now did they realize that everyone's focus had been on "Isidore's innate magic master heritage," to the point that they had almost completely overlooked—

Compared to this legacy, there are also those who have distinguished themselves among countless geniuses.

Dago Heca, a monstrous genius belonging to their Thorn Ring, was still under thirty years old in his soul—

He accomplished a feat that no one in the Southern Wizarding World had been able to achieve in a thousand years: clearing the "Battle of Isidore," even defeating a top wizarding genius from the Central Region, and ultimately becoming the top prodigy of this year.

He should have been shining brightly, but a huge bloody upheaval has prevented his fame from spreading to this day.

They had always assumed that the Star School coveted the legacy "in their hands," but little did they know that the fifth-circle wizard standing behind the Star School saw things much deeper and further than they did.

His real interest was in Dago.

This unpolished gem, a young successor personally recognized by the legendary wizard Isidore, is the most suitable person in the world to be taken as a disciple.

"In fact, from the teacher's letter, I understood that he valued Dago more than the inheritance."

Manuel glanced at everyone, his expression calm as he spoke softly, "Therefore, I have rejected both of the conditions proposed by the Starry Sky School."

Everyone was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, a domineering and powerful spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly rose from the distant silver metal platform, faintly reaching the peak of the third ring.

A clear and peaceful voice, carried by the wind of magic, drifted from afar.

"Zefflin of the Astral School wishes to seek guidance from the Tower Masters of the Ring of Laws."

The crowd's expressions changed slightly as they felt powerful, miraculous consciousnesses suddenly descend upon them, coldly sweeping over them with an undeniable air of authority.

In the field of vision, on the huge silver metal platform, the duels between the ordinary wizard members had long been cleared away. Only a young wizard wearing a dark blue robe, whose whole body seemed to be surrounded by countless starlight, stood quietly in the center of the platform.

"call--"

Manuel raised his short staff, and the miraculous glow emanating from it dispelled some of the pressure on the crowd. He calmly continued what he had just been saying.

"So what they want to do now is to do everything possible to thwart us and make us give up our right to teach and guide Dago."

"Everyone, I can't go off the field, so it's all up to you."

Manuel's gaze finally settled on Undine in the crowd, and he said in a deep voice, "If you have any contact with Dargo, tell him not to come back during this time."

Undine pursed her lips, instinctively gripped her staff, and nodded solemnly.

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"Splash—"

Amidst the surging, towering waves, a tall and slender figure suddenly burst forth from the water.

It stepped onto the sea surface step by step, treading on white waves. All over its body, numerous pure black patterns undulated slightly with the rise and fall of its muscles, giving people a mysterious, eerie, wild, and primal feeling.

Dago held a strange dagger resembling a "three-edged dagger" in one hand. Beneath him, the seawater surged with a large amount of blood, and one after another, shark carcasses floated to the surface belly up.

Amidst the heavy stench of blood, a trace of blood seemed to be drawn to the dagger. A strange eyeball embedded in the center of the handle now seemed to come alive, spinning around and revealing a bloodthirsty and greedy expression.

"call--"

Dago flicked his wrist, drying the water off his body and hair. The titanium material transformed into a grey robe, which automatically donned onto his body.

"Is this the effect of the weapon of malevolence?"

After doing all this, Dago looked down at the strange dagger in his hand.

He had just tried using the malevolent weapon he obtained from Beatrice and found its effects to be truly remarkable.

This dagger's unique design allows it to transform all external evil thoughts into power to strengthen the wielder.

This enhancement mainly occurs in two aspects: mental strength and physical strength.

Dago estimated that he had just deliberately attracted a group of sharks, and the "malice" provided by nearly forty sharks had increased his overall strength by almost 10%.

This level of increase is already quite exaggerated. Just imagine his enormous base strength; even 10% of his mental power would be enough to determine the outcome of many battles.

And this doesn't seem to be the limit of the dagger's amplification.

"It is indeed a force that most people find hard to refuse."

Dago looked at the malevolent dagger in his hand. With the end of the battle and the disappearance of the source of malevolence, the power amplification brought by the dagger was also rapidly fading.

Dago read a deep longing in the strange eye embedded in the dagger, and even some fragmented information about how to "permanently retain this power."

"To nourish oneself with one's own blood?"

Dargo read the information conveyed by the dagger. This was something Beatrice and her group had not mentioned to him. He didn't know if they had deliberately kept it from him or if he was simply unaware of it.

"It looks like a scam, a trap."

"If it were an ordinary wizard, the immense sense of loss brought about by the fading of this power might have made them unable to resist the temptation and feed themselves with their own blood."

"In the end, the most likely outcome is that one's will is corrupted by evil thoughts, and one gradually becomes a slave to weapons."

Dago took a light breath, casually put away the evil dagger, his expression calm, completely ignoring the seductive and pleading look in the eyes on the dagger.

"Unfortunately, this temptation is useless to me."

"The purity and strength of the soul power I pursue now, this mixed power generated by evil thoughts, is like wearing a dirty, greasy and smelly tattered apron when it is applied to my body, making me feel uncomfortable."

Dago stretched out his limbs, and the runes on his body gradually faded away—

As his progress value increased, Dago could feel the runes growing along his skin and throughout his entire body—

Moreover, within the runes of these physical body imprints [Cold Element], it seemed as if something was trying to break free and be born.

Dago had not forgotten his initial guess about the Blue Demon Body, which was that it might just be a "container" for the physical seal, a custom-made "soil" suitable for the growth of the physical seal runes.

Time will give you all the answers you seek.

"Until then, I just need to quietly take each step in front of me well."

Dago thought calmly.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed something, flipped his hand, and a communication stone that was shimmering with a faint light appeared in his hand.