Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Why do you say that?

Dago paused for a moment, then asked.

"Because the final step to becoming a formal wizard is to descend into the spiritual space and reach the depth of the Spirit Realm, Scale Two, the Silver Sea, the aggregate of human subconscious emotions."

"This is also why you can never open up your mental space after the age of eighteen, because the unconscious mental energy generated by your soul will be captured and absorbed by the Silver Sea."

"The Spirit Realm, Scale Two, has no laws of reality, such as time, distance, or causality. It is filled with pure energy and the emotional projections of all intelligent beings."

"The good aspects of humanity, such as the seven virtues, chastity, diligence, generosity, humility, gentleness, temperance, and all noble qualities, will nourish the Sea of ​​Silver."

"Strong emotions such as fear, anger, hatred, and greed can also corrupt the Silver Sea, making it even more chaotic and violent."

"After sinking into the Silver Sea of ​​the Spirit Realm at Scale Two in the spiritual space, and completing the soul sublimation of a half-step formal wizard, you will become a formal wizard."

"During your descent, you will be attacked by the Seven Deadly Sins demons from the Silver Sea, whose purpose is to kill and corrupt life. Once corrupted by them, you will become the embodiment of the Seven Deadly Sins demons in reality."

"The probability and frequency of being attacked by the two demons of the scale at the same time are also related to the size of the mental space. The larger the space, the easier it is to attract the invasion and attack of the seven demons of the sins."

"Therefore, the Wizarding Alliance strictly prohibits wandering wizards from undergoing soul sublimation and has destroyed related books to prevent the Seven Deadly Sins demons of the Silver Sea from polluting and distorting the real world."

"So if you want to become a formal wizard, you must have the help of a guide to prevent you from turning into a demon and wreaking havoc on the real world on your path to advancement."

"However, becoming a formal wizard also has the most direct benefit, which is that it can greatly extend one's lifespan."

Their lifespan is typically three to five times that of ordinary people, which is why countless apprentice wizards flock to become formal wizards.

"The second benefit is that from now on, you can cast spells without incantations and directly through soul seals."

It is imprinted on the wizard's soul, capable of altering the power and form of the spells cast, greatly enhancing their effects.

Dean Jodes sat at his desk, looking at Dargo, and explained to him the risks and benefits of becoming a full-fledged wizard.

No wonder Dago saw that Flax could cast spells without chanting incantations, and that blood leech phantom above his head must be the soul seal, which can directly affect the real world.

Dago's eyes flashed rapidly, and he asked again, "Then how should we choose the Soul Seal?"

"It depends on the characteristics of your mental space and what kind of fighting style you plan to adopt in the future."

"Each formal wizard's spell system is built around their own spiritual characteristics, and this is how the different schools of wizards came about."

Dago wanted to ask more detailed questions about the knowledge of the soul seal.

Dean Jodes interrupted him, "You haven't even ascended to a higher level yet, and you're already thinking about soul seals. Don't be so ambitious, Dago."

He then added, "Dag, become my disciple. After you have spent this war at the academy, I can give you everything you need to become a full-fledged wizard."

Dagomo rubbed his clean chin, his mind racing with thoughts of gains and losses. He ultimately decided not to become an apprentice of Dean Jodes.

Dago bowed apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Dean, becoming a formal wizard is still too risky. Thank you for the knowledge you've shared with me."

Dean Jodes waved his hand and lowered his voice, saying, "Dago, this is common knowledge for formal wizards, you don't need to worry about it."

However, remember this: once you presume to become a full-fledged wizard and are corrupted into a demon, only death awaits you.

"Dago will keep in mind the Dean's teachings."

"Alright, since you don't want to become my disciple, please leave." Dean Jodes opened the book on the table and continued reading.

Dago turned and left the room, closing the door gently as he went.

Wiping the cold sweat from his face, he hurriedly left the small house on the lakeshore.

After returning to his college dormitory where he had stayed for several days, Dago's expression improved considerably.

The pressure of refusing to become a formal wizard was much greater than he had imagined. The mental fluctuations that Dean Jodes revealed the moment he heard him refuse startled Dargo.

Moreover, he himself had engaged in deception. Yes, Dargo decided not to advance to a full wizard with the help of Dean Jodes.

That's why he bowed his head, not daring to reveal even a trace of his thoughts to Dean Jodes.

"That old geezer is trying to trick me into working for him, and it's hard to say whether I'll even survive until after the war."

"I still have to rely on myself. If I rely on other formal wizards for help, my meager resources will be completely stripped away."

Dago's gaze gradually hardened.

"After tonight, move out of the college dormitory and back to the wizard's inn in town."

He then took a shower and went to sleep in his dormitory, waiting for the next day to arrive.

The following morning, Dago, dressed in a clean robe, went to the dormitory management office and told them that his injuries had healed and he wanted to move out of the dormitory.

Stepping out of the academy gates that separated the two worlds, and walking along the town's brick streets swept with snow, I smelled the stench of blood and decay carried by the cold wind.

The wizards in their tattered robes coming and going all reveal that this world is a cruel, cannibalistic place.

Back at the wizard's inn, I greeted the old man at the front desk warmly.

The old man came out to greet Dago warmly, saying, "You haven't been back to the hotel for days, I thought you'd died out there."

Dago was speechless. What did he mean by "dying outside"? He told Dago that he had stayed at the academy for a few days but didn't like life there and came back to live there.

The old man readily agreed, and with a cheerful smile, he told Dago about the changes that had taken place at the inn in recent days. Because it was close to the Wizard Hall, many wizards would choose to rest here.

However, many wizards only stayed for a few days before never returning, as they died in battles with the black-robed wizards.

Since the day Dago disappeared, many of the black-robed wizards in the town have retreated, and many lost areas in the town have been recovered by the academy.

Many of the surviving residents and wizards in the towns saw hope for the academy's victory, and the numbness and despair on their faces dissipated considerably.

The hotel owner naturally noticed these changes, which improved his mood, and he greeted guests with a cheerful smile.

Is that so? The hope of victory! Of course, Dago wouldn't shatter this beautiful illusion.

The weather was sunny before the typhoon arrived.

He knew that Darkblood Council member Flax had escaped that day, but had not actually been harmed.

Dargo was infected by the hotel owner's optimistic attitude and listened with a smile to the trivial things the owner had experienced these past few days.

After a full half hour, Dago waved goodbye to the old man. On his way upstairs, he saw a few wizards quietly meditating and practicing in the tea room.

Back in his room at the wizard's inn, he looked at the familiar furnishings, which were spotless. It seemed the old man had come to clean his room quite often.

"In war, it is always the ordinary people, the children, the elderly, and the innocent who suffer."

Dago lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and thought to himself with some emotion.