Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

With an eerie calm, Dargo carefully placed the now useless gray book back into its original place.

Then, he stretched out his long, slender fingers and resolutely reached out to pull out the second gray book from the bookshelf.

however.

Just as Dago opened the cover of the second gray book, his gaze fell upon the new design, and he attempted to summon his soul to memorize the second ancient spiritual script—

The glacier-like composure on his face was shattered in an instant!

"What happened?! Why is this happening?!"

Dago's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered back two steps as if struck by lightning. "The memory of the first Primordial Spirit Script in my mind... the moment my eyes met the second Spirit Script, it began to fade and dissipate as if corroded by sulfuric acid!"

"That's how it should be."

Arajan's tone remained as calm as still water, unconcerned about Dago's outburst: "The Primordial Spirit Scripts are all manifestations of laws, and between laws, there will naturally be strong mutual repulsion and conflict."

"I warned you before, make sure you keep it firmly in your mind, and never forget it no matter what kind of impact you suffer!"

"Your memory of the first spirit script is fading rapidly, which only cruelly proves one thing: your memory of its underlying laws is not very deep, and the strength of your soul's imprint is far from enough to counteract this repulsive force from the origin of heaven and earth."

Dago's jaw snapped shut, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He turned his head again to look around at the towering bookshelves that seemed to mock his overestimation of his abilities.

He finally realized in despair that it was impossible to memorize all the ancient spiritual texts here, let alone attempt to do so.

Under the obliteration of the law's rejection, he might not even be able to reach the expectations of the lowest bookshelf!

Given this tug-of-war-like efficiency of memorization and forgetting, how many Primordial Spirit Scripts could he forcibly inscribe during these three years of trials?

Ten? Twenty at most?!

With such a pitiful quantity, what kind of shameful star rating will they receive from the system?!

In that instant, Dago suddenly realized with a chill that the trial's duration was absurdly long, lasting three years.

These three years are probably not a blessing at all!

Instead, it was specifically reserved for the Tower of Knowledge, to trap and drain the quicksand of the souls of those who consider themselves extraordinary.

Dago closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently as he forced himself to dispel all the negative emotions and restore absolute coldness and calmness to his mind.

He asked Arajan in a deep voice, "Given the memory speed and imprint resistance I just demonstrated, what level would that be considered on this continent?"

"Objectively speaking, it's slightly above average."

Arazan gave his assessment without mincing words:

"This test assesses your absolute wisdom and the resilience of your soul. Among wizards of the same level, your wisdom is barely considered good."

"Not bad? Heh... then as long as you follow the steps, passing this trial shouldn't be a problem..."

Dago stared at the bottomless bookshelf before him, muttering to himself.

but!

How could he possibly be content with merely receiving a mediocre "passing grade"?

In the process of struggling to memorize the first ancient spirit script, he had already truly tasted the indescribable sweetness.

When that ancient spiritual script that he had painstakingly memorized remained firmly in the depths of his mind, it would be like an inexhaustible spring, constantly releasing some inexplicable laws and mysteries, gently integrating into and strengthening the origin of his soul!

Just as Arahandra said, this is a once-in-a-lifetime, incredible opportunity.

It can genuinely and infinitely enhance his fundamental essence, directly determining the highest rank of "True Spirit" he will cultivate in the future!

This is like a mouse that has been starving for three days and three nights, and finally has the good fortune to fall into a bottomless rice jar full of peerless elixirs.

If it doesn't take the opportunity to eat its fill until it bursts, how can it willingly leave?

At this moment, Dago is this "rat" with bloodshot eyes, resentment, and a desire to devour the world!

Dago's brain began to operate like an overloaded precision gear, with countless thoughts colliding and dying in his mind as he desperately tried to find a way to break out of this deadlock and maximize his own gains!

"The only way to forcefully memorize enough ancient spiritual texts within the limited three years, and to confront them head-on, is probably to find a way to temporarily boost one's absolute wisdom and comprehension..."

The Tower of Knowledge tests and requires the "wisdom" to be fully extracted. To put it bluntly, it is the wizard's ability to comprehend the laws, understand the underlying logic, and have absolute memory at the soul level!

Back when Dago was still a weak first-level wizard, he had the good fortune to take a precious potion called "Solomon's Blessing," which had the incredible effect of rapidly boosting brain development in a short period of time.

However, in the current completely closed trial environment, it is obviously a pipe dream to conjure up a rare potion like "Solomon's Blessing" out of thin air!

"Since external forces don't work, what unconventional methods can achieve this?!"

"A magical artifact storing energy? Or some kind of forbidden secret technique that burns the soul?!"

Dago clutched his head in anguish, standing there deep in thought.

Several times, he desperately tried to open his parched lips and bow his head to the knowledgeable Arajan for help.

But every time the words were about to come out, he would grit his teeth and hold them back with his proud pride.

Just as he was stuck in a mental dead end, relentlessly pushing the boundaries of reasoning, he realized that...

suddenly!

Like a thunderclap streaking across an endless night!

A brilliant flash of inspiration suddenly appeared deep within Dago's mind!

He suddenly raised his head, and his originally dim eyes shone like burning stars in an instant. The decadent aura on his body was swept away, and he instantly became imposing and radiant!

"Ha...haha...I get it! It seems I misunderstood a crucial key to breaking this deadlock from the very beginning!"

"When it comes to 'rote memorization,' something that consumes a great deal of computing power, ordinary people with duller aptitudes who want to overtake those gifted geniuses with photographic memories... don't rely on any sudden enlightenment at all!"

"It's all about using several times, even dozens of times, more of the time others waste to artificially build up proficiency!"

"Since under these trial rules, I cannot make myself smarter or more insightful through any means..."

Dago's lips curled into a mad and dangerous smile, like that of a demon.

"Let's change our thinking! If I just find a way to exploit the loopholes in the rules, giving myself countless times more 'time' than other trial participants, wouldn't that solve the problem?!"

As Dago thought of this, his chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath of the cold air, forcibly suppressing the almost boiling, explosive joy in his heart, until his expression returned to that chilling stillness and calm.

With a "snap," he solemnly closed the gray book in his hand, a symbol of obstruction.

In his heart, he spoke slowly in a tone that was both icy cold and utterly insane:

"Alazan".

"A crazy idea has just popped into my head..."

"But to make this plan a reality... I need your help, please do me a small favor."