The Wizard of Truth: Starting with Analyzing All Things

Old Moore's guidance was like a lighthouse illuminating the fog. Without a moment's delay, once he was in peak condition, he immediately went to the deacon's office to apply for permission to use contribution points to enter the second floor of the library. The price of five thousand contribution points stung; it was almost half of the rewards he had earned from his two high-risk missions, but he didn't hesitate.

Stepping back into the library, passing through the familiar and spacious first floor, Rowe ascended the spiraling stone steps to the entrance to the second floor. The atmosphere here was completely different from the first floor, much quieter, the air thick with the somber scent of ancient parchment and some kind of preservative spice. There was no physical door at the entrance, only an energy barrier that rippled like water, emitting a faint blue light.

He presented his access token, and the energy barrier silently parted, creating a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through. Luo Wei stepped inside, as if passing through a layer of icy water.

The second floor was much smaller than the first. The bookshelves were no longer cold metal, but some kind of dark, ancient wood with natural grain. The distance between the bookshelves was also wider, making it appear more solemn. There were few apprentices and wizards here, each immersed in their own world, completely unresponsive to Rowe's arrival.

Following old Moore's directions, Lowe headed straight for the eastern section. The scrolls here were noticeably older, many with torn covers, faded lettering, and some even mounted on animal hides or strange metal sheets. He found the third bookshelf, crouched down, and looked at the bottom shelf.

Sure enough, there lay a stack of unassuming gray notebooks bound with rough leather ropes, their covers bearing no titles, only some worn and seemingly random scratches. He carefully took them out, brushed off the dust, and sat down at a small stone table nearby, engraved with calming runes and designed specifically for reading.

Opening the first notebook, the handwriting was messy and hurried, using some kind of ancient wizarding language variant. Fortunately, Rowe had crammed on related knowledge on the first floor of the library and could barely make it out.

**[Included fragments of "Seventeen Conjectures and Verifications of Karls Runeweaver's 'Unstable Energy Nodes'"...]**

**[Included "On the Anchoring Role of 'Will' in the Construction of Energy Fields (Experimental Record)"...]**

**[Entry of "From 'Microscopic Element Arrangement' to 'Macroscopic Energy Effect'—A Case Study of My Failed Energy Tower Construction"...]**

The notes go far beyond a single layer of systematic knowledge; they are filled with leaps of thought, bold hypotheses, failed experiences, and many unproven and even seemingly contradictory views. The author, "Karls Runeweaver," appears to be an ancient sorcerer obsessed with the nature of energy and the construction of stable fields. His research completely transcends the framework of traditional sorcery models, pointing directly to the underlying logic of energy operation.

Many of the ideas captivated Rowe, yet also left him drenched in cold sweat. Karls believed that traditional magical models were a "brutal binding" of energy, and that true power lay in understanding the "direction" and "resonance" of energy itself, and constructing it into a stable, self-consistent "energy structure" through "will" and "precise runic guidance," which he called a "base." A successful "base" can sustain itself and even slowly draw energy from the environment, achieving a degree of "eternity" or "growth."

This coincided with the concept of "Construction Method of Constant Energy Field Base" that Rowe had obtained from the stone tablet, and even provided more specific ideas and... bloody lessons of failure. Karls recorded dozens of attempts to construct the "base," most of which ended in energy collapse, structural disintegration, or even triggering small elemental catastrophes. His notes were filled with frustration and self-doubt such as "Damn it! The node resonance frequency calculation is three-thousandths wrong!" "Why can't the 'Tranquility' rune and the 'Resilience' rune coexist at the microscopic level?" "Is my 'will' not pure enough?"

Luo Wei was completely absorbed, forgetting the passage of time. The Book of Truth was recording, analyzing, and deducing this chaotic yet brilliantly insightful knowledge at an unprecedented speed. Many previously vague aspects about the construction of the field gradually became clear, and some ideas that had been stuck in a bottleneck suddenly became clear.

He was particularly fascinated by Karls' theories of "anchoring of will" and "spiritual imprint." Karls believed that powerful, highly condensed spiritual energy with a unique personal imprint is the key "glue" and "commanding baton" for constructing a stable high-level field. The "quantity" of spiritual energy alone is not enough; there must be "quality," and there must be an unreplicable "imprint" belonging to the builder.

How to condense a "spiritual imprint"? Karls proposed a near-self-torturous meditation method—in an extreme state, repeatedly compressing and purifying mental energy, and guiding it to observe and understand its most essential cognitions and beliefs, "imprinting" them on the core of mental energy.

This was a dangerous attempt; the slightest mistake could damage the very essence of one's soul. But Luo Wei was intrigued. He possessed an optimized meditation technique and a Moon Essence Amulet, and his spiritual power was already more refined than others of the same level. Perhaps he could give it a try?

He didn't start immediately, but continued reading, imprinting all the notes, along with Karls's research spirit of perseverance despite setbacks, into his mind.

When he closed the last notebook, it was already deep into the night outside the window. He had spent the entire day on the second floor of the library.

Back in his room, Rowe didn't rest. He sat cross-legged, adjusted himself to his best condition, and then began to try the "spiritual imprint" condensation method proposed by Karls.

He guided his spiritual power, no longer merely circulating and increasing, but compressing and condensing it repeatedly in his sea of ​​consciousness, like forging an iron blank! A sharp pain came, as if his soul was being hammered on an anvil, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. The Moonlight Amulet emitted a soft light, protecting the stability of his sea of ​​consciousness.

In the extreme compression, he discarded all distractions, sinking his consciousness into its deepest recesses. What did he see? Was it the relentless pursuit of truth in the Earth laboratory? Was it the despair and resentment of his initial arrival? Was it the calm analysis when facing the shadow monster? Was it the joy of successfully constructing the field? Was it the resolute determination to protect his companions?

No, it's not just these experiences. Behind these experiences lies a deeper, more consistent... **cognition**.

"Everything can be analyzed; truth resides within structure."

This seemed to be an innate belief of his, the underlying logic driving all his actions. Whether it was his scientific research in his past life or his path as a wizard in this life, he was practicing this law in different ways.

that's it!

With a profound spiritual insight, Luo Weifu guided his compressed spiritual power, like the finest carving knife, to slowly carve this unique "cognition" that originated from the essence of his soul towards its core!

hum!

A resounding roar, as if the heavens and earth were created, seemed to echo in the sea of ​​consciousness! The Book of Truth shone brightly, its pages moving without wind, as if resonating with this newborn mark!

A strange feeling welled up inside him. He sensed a subtle change in the nature of his mental energy, making it more "resilient" and more "condensed," as if scattered iron filings had been smelted into a piece of refined steel. Although the total amount of his mental energy had not increased significantly, its "quality" had more than doubled! His control over his own mental energy had also reached an unprecedented level of precision.

**[Spiritual elevation!]**

**[Successfully condensed a unique 'spiritual imprint': the heart of analysis.]**

**[Effect: Significantly enhances the purity and control of mental energy, strengthens the ability to perceive and analyze energy structures, and significantly improves the stability and success rate of constructed fields.]**

**[Note: This is a crucial foundation for becoming a high-level field wizard.]**

He succeeded! Although his cultivation level was still **late-stage intermediate apprentice**, he knew he had crossed a crucial threshold! His spiritual power had acquired its own "soul," which was far beyond mere energy accumulation!

He slowly opened his eyes, and countless tiny runes, flowing according to some kind of law, flashed by in his pupils. He raised his hand, and without even consciously mobilizing it, a highly condensed spiritual power, carrying his unique aura, naturally swirled around his fingertips.

He took out the Void Stardust Base Plate and attempted to inscribe a simple, solid field once more. This time, the process was several times smoother, the mental energy consumption was reduced, the inscribed rune structure was more stable and beautiful, and the field's effect and duration were significantly improved!

This is the power of "spiritual imprint"!

Lowe was filled with joy and enlightenment. The value of Karls's notes far exceeded his imagination. It was not merely knowledge, but a guide to true power—the **Way of Field Construction**!

He is now confident that he can begin to use this foundation to design and construct the first practically valuable, semi-permanent energy field. Perhaps it will be a small "energy convergence array" to accelerate cultivation, or perhaps a miniature "secondary energy aggregator" for automated production...

Just as he was full of ambition and planning for his future, a series of urgent knocks sounded on the door again, accompanied by obvious panic.

Outside the door stood Pip, his face pale.

"Brother Luo... Brother Luo Wei! Something terrible has happened! Senior Kyle... Senior Kyle has been taken away by the enforcement team! They say he's been illegally reselling controlled materials from the workshop, and the evidence is irrefutable!"

Luo Wei's heart sank.

Kyle? The head of Lab 7? That somewhat cunning but fairly decent **mid-level apprentice**?

This is definitely not a coincidence. Just when he had achieved a breakthrough and was full of hope for the future, a blow fell on those around him.

Have the Gray Tower... or other enemies, begun to clip his wings and test his reaction?

Luo Wei's eyes turned completely cold, and the joy he had just experienced from his breakthrough vanished.

The peaceful times have come to an end. What follows is the real...

**A storm is brewing.**