Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

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It was pitch black all around.

There was no sound, no temperature, no boundaries.

There is only a feeling of sinking and falling, endless.

Like a stone thrown into the deepest trench, pulled by an invisible gravity, it keeps falling, falling...

And then... pain.

The pain of a soul being torn apart.

It's like someone using a blunt knife, slowly and patiently peeling consciousness away from a certain firm anchor point.

Each pull produced a sharp, echoing sound that reverberated in the abyss of consciousness.

Ian's consciousness forcefully gathered, struggling to break free of the inertia of his decline and forcing out a glimmer of clarity.

He found himself falling, through layer upon layer of viscous darkness.

At the very bottom, there is a glimmer of light.

It was very faint, like the last oil lamp at dusk.

The light spot is getting bigger, brighter, and closer.

Then... he crashed in.

boom……

Countless fragments surged in like a tide, instantly overwhelming his consciousness.

A woman's face, full of wrinkles, with skin as rough as cracked tree bark.

Her hands were covered in small cracks, some of which were oozing blood. The 3 a.m. light illuminated her tired back.

She was kneading the dough, putting all her strength into each stroke.

The scene shifts to a man's face, his teeth clenched, veins bulging on his forehead.

He held his back and tried to move the boxes on the truck; the boxes were bigger and heavier than him.

His waist was trembling, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

In the dimly lit bedroom, a young, dejected face sat in a wheelchair, looking down at the empty trouser leg.

The blanket was placed over his legs, concealing the injured parts.

He just sat there, motionless for a long time, like a frozen sculpture.

The scene shifts again, and a sharp female voice bursts into consciousness, carrying a sarcastic tone.

"What's the use of sending someone to college if they still can't find a job!"

Then came more noise, mixed with sighs, coughs, and the smell of cheap tobacco...

Finally, there are words deeply engraved on the back of a photograph.

The handwriting was crooked and illegible, written with excessive force, almost tearing the photographic paper.

"To prove someone wrong."

Fragments of memory accumulate and compress here, transforming into something heavy.

It pressed down on my chest, so heavy I could hardly breathe.

Finally... a desperate roar exploded from the deepest part of his soul!

Resentment! Fear! Anger...

"Someone save me... I can't die..."

"The hopes of the whole family are on me. They are still waiting for me... My brother is still waiting for me..."

"I can't let them down... I can't..."

The sound grew fainter and fainter, like a candle flickering in the wind, struggling to stay still for a few moments.

That ball of orange light... eventually shattered.

The fragments scattered, blending into the surrounding darkness and disappearing.

Only a faint warmth remained, like a breath of white air in winter, lingering almost imperceptibly on Ian's consciousness.

"Is this...your last wish?"

The other party sacrificed their soul to completely dissipate, burning themselves in exchange for an unpredictable arrival.

And these memories... these images... these unforgettable feelings of resentment and longing...

Now, it all belongs to Ian.

Deep within my consciousness, the silent panel flickered slightly.

Lines of writing appeared at the corner of his eye.

[Projection blending complete]

[Current Projection: Wei Song (Original Body's Consciousness Has Dissipated)]

[Special Status: Possesses a wisp of Level 3 spiritual energy origin]

[Warning: The rules of this world are vastly different from those of the Wizarding World. The magic system is suppressed, and you will need to readjust.]

Ian… no, now it’s Wei Song, he doesn’t have time to think about these things.

He clearly "felt" that his soul was being pulled outward by something.

That power was cold, viscous, and carried a certain blasphemous connotation.

Like countless tiny hooks, they hooked onto the edge of consciousness, pulling it outward little by little.

"Something has to be done, otherwise..."

His newly arrived body will soon become an empty shell.

Wei Song opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clearer.

It was dark all around, and in front of me was a rough stone wall, its surface wet and covered with water droplets.

The air was filled with a strong musty smell, mixed with... a rusty, sweet odor.

He looked down slightly and found himself tied to a rough stone pillar.

My wrists were bound by rough hemp rope, which had chafed them raw, causing them to bleed and burn.

He was wearing a faded gray T-shirt, wrinkled jeans, and cheap sneakers.

"The situation... is very bad!"

He suppressed his turbulent emotions, rolled his eyes, and used his peripheral vision to look around.

This is an underground space, roughly the size of half a basketball court.

Several torches were stuck in the stone wall, their orange flames flickering and casting swaying shadows.

In the light and shadow, there are even more people.

There were about thirty men and women, tied to the stone pillar just like him.

Some were sobbing softly, their shoulders trembling, while others were terrified, their eyes vacant and their bodies shaking.

Several older men were rolling their eyes, their lips were purplish-black, and their breathing was weak.

About ten steps ahead, there is a stone platform.

The stone platform is about one meter high, and its surface is covered with dark red patterns.

The lines are very fine, like blood vessels, densely covering the entire countertop.

There, a fist-sized, dark red crystal core floated.

The surface of the crystal nucleus is covered with cracks, and dark red light flows inside, like a slowly beating heart.

Nine people were standing behind the stone platform.

They were all dressed in matching black robes, made of rough fabric, with hoods covering most of their faces.

He wore a pale mask on his face, with distorted patterns painted on it in dark red paint.

Like countless faces screaming in pain, superimposed on each other.

"The End-of-Life Cult!"

A piece of information flashed through Wei Song's remaining fragments of memory.

They are traitors who have defected to the Abyss Rift, a malignant tumor lurking in human society.

They specifically capture ordinary people who haven't awakened any special abilities, perform blood sacrifices, and appease the "gods" they worship.

At this moment, the black-robed man standing at the front slowly raised his withered hands and began to chant incantations.

His voice was hoarse, deep, and had strange syllables, not belonging to any human language.

As the incantation was performed, the dark red blood patterns on the stone platform suddenly lit up!

A dark red light shone through the patterns, growing brighter and brighter, more and more dazzling.

The fishy, ​​sweet smell in the air suddenly became ten times stronger.

The force pulling at Ian's soul also surged!

It felt like countless cold iron hooks were piercing deep into his consciousness, trying to forcibly pull his soul out of this body!

"Ugh..."

Wei Song gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his collarbone.

He tried to mobilize the golden spiritual power in his mind.

With a slight thought, spiritual energy circulated within the body, bringing a faint warmth.

The golden spiritual energy dissipated rapidly as soon as it appeared outside the body.

"Damn it... I can't launch an attack because I'm not integrated with the rules of this world."

This world has no elemental particles, no magical tides.

The wizarding system of the wizarding world was completely suppressed here.

That wisp of spiritual energy was like a fish trapped in a swamp, struggling in vain, unable to create any ripples.

Moreover, it may take a long time to recover after being consumed.

"Since this won't work, the only thing we can rely on is..."

Only those who follow, without any rules or restrictions... panel.

Wei Song closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his spiritual sea.

The panel floated silently, emitting a soft glow.

He "looked" at the panel, focusing his mind.

[Weak rule fragments detected. Activate now?]

"Fragments of rules?" Wei Song was shocked.

How could an ordinary civilian possess fragments of rules?

This is a treasure that even a level three wizard would covet.

His eyes lowered slightly. "Activate! Activate it thoroughly!"

The moment Wei Song gave the order.

Before the stone platform, the leader of the black-robed men suddenly turned around, almost interrupting his incantation.

The eyes hidden in the shadows gleamed with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

He stared intently at Wei Song, and gray-black energy surged from his body, forming a blurry protective shield around him.

The energy fluctuations... are very weak, roughly equivalent to a high-level apprentice in the wizarding world.

But in this world where superpowers are the norm, this is already a symbol of a "Level 2 Superpower User".

Just now, he suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, as if a catastrophic disaster was about to befall him.

He sensed an extremely subtle energy fluctuation coming from Wei Song's direction.

It was as if something that had been sleeping had been disturbed.

"Could it be that this sacrificial offering is about to awaken a supernatural ability?"

At this moment, deep within Wei Song's consciousness, the light on the panel flickered slightly.

A surge of heat, without warning, welled up from deep within my chest!

It's not spiritual power, not witchcraft, but some kind of more primal, more profound energy.

Like magma surging from the ground, it instantly broke through the invisible shackles and flowed through the blood vessels to Wei Song's limbs and bones!

Wherever it passed, it brought a burning pain, but within that pain was a strange kind of comfort.

Like parched earth finally receiving its first rain.

Wei Song suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of orange-red light disappeared deep in his pupils.

He looked down at his chest.

Beneath the clothes, on the surface of the skin, a very faint orange-red halo appeared.

The halo was very faint, like the light of a fire seen through frosted glass.

But he could clearly "see" a faint mass of energy floating in the center of his chest.

That energy was like a restless fire, constantly churning, expanding, and contracting, radiating a scorching heat.

"Heat energy? Or perhaps...the control over 'temperature'!"

On the panel, a line of text is updated in a timely manner.

[Name: Wei Song (projection)]

Age: 22

[Realm Level: Early Awakening Stage (10%)]

[Superpower Rule: Thermal Energy Control]

[Potential Assessment: High]

[Note: Stimulated by the panel's energy, the hidden fragments of rules within the original body have awakened. Currently, it can initially manipulate thermal energy; specific abilities need to be developed independently.]

"Superpowers are the awakening of rules? This world..."

Wei Song slowly raised his right hand, the hemp rope on his wrist tightened even more, tearing his skin and causing blood to seep out.

But he was completely unaware, focusing intently on his palm, his mind subtly shifting.

As if by instinct, a strand of orange-red energy separated from the skin of the palm and flowed down the arm to the palm.

Buzz! A faint wave of heat rose from the palm of my hand.

The air around me distorted in the heatwave, and the surrounding scenery became blurry and shaky.

"Not enough power... far from enough." He continued to compress the ball of heat energy.

Golden spiritual energy merged with thermal energy, forcibly gathering the dissipated heat.

The heatwave contracted rapidly, and the color changed from pale red to orange-red, and then to crimson.

The brightness increased, and the temperature rose sharply.

The air within a three-meter radius began to heat up, and the torch flames flickered uneasily.

Finally, a walnut-sized ball of blazing white light floated above the palm of the hand.

Inside the sphere of light, energy is highly compressed, like a miniature sun, radiating a heart-pounding heat.

This is the "thermonucleus" formed when heat is forcibly compressed to the extreme.

Its explosive power far exceeds that of a high explosive of the same volume.

Wei Song looked up at the dark red crystal core floating in the center of the stone platform.

That is the core of the blood sacrifice ritual, the key to extracting souls and sacrificing lives.

"Just destroy it..."

With a slight thought, he flicked his wrist.

The thermonucleus flew out of his hand, leaving a bright white trail, and silently flew towards the dark red crystal core.

The leader of the men in black robes finally realized what was happening.

He roared and formed hand seals, attempting to mobilize the gray-black energy to intercept it.

But it was too late.

The thermonuclear core is located at the center of the crystal nucleus.

boom!!!

A terrifyingly loud explosion resounded in the underground space.

The blazing white light intertwined, collided, and tore at the dark red blood light.

The shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed violently in all directions.

The stone platform was hit first, and the blood patterns on its surface shattered instantly, splattering dark red blood everywhere, like a rain of blood.

The stone cracked, debris flew everywhere, and half of the entire platform collapsed in the explosion.

A mournful cry rang out from within the dark red crystal core, and cracks spread wildly across its surface.

Then... it completely exploded!

The fragments scattered like raindrops, each carrying residual blasphemous energy.

All nine men in black robes were overturned.

Those who were closest were directly slammed into the stone wall by the shockwave, and the cracking sound of bones breaking could be clearly heard.

His head slammed into a rock, shattering his mask and revealing a twisted, pained face beneath.

The leader, a man in black robes, was slightly stronger and had already erected a protective shield.

But the shield flickered violently in the aftershocks of the explosion and finally shattered with a "crack".

He groaned and knelt down, supporting himself with his hands and panting heavily.

The mask was half broken, revealing the lower half of a pale face, with a trickle of dark red blood spilling from the corner of the mouth.

He barely managed to lift his head, staring intently at Ian.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and his voice was hoarse.

"You...you just awakened your superpower, how can you have such power..."

Wei Song's wrist trembled slightly, and the taut muscles snapped the rope completely.

He moved his wrist, and the bloodstains on his skin from the straps were healing at a visible speed.

This is due to the enhanced body after awakening, as well as the subtle control brought by the third-level spiritual power source.

He slowly walked toward the black-robed man kneeling on the ground, his body temperature rising rapidly with each step.

The stone slabs underfoot made a soft "hissing" sound, and fine cracks appeared on the surface, with the edges beginning to char and carbonize.

A faint scorch mark was left behind.

The surrounding air became increasingly distorted, and the heat wave spread outwards from him.

The flames of the nearby torches shot up with a "whoosh" and then quickly waned, like fuel that had been drained.

The man in the black robe looked terrified and tried to struggle to his feet.

But the backlash from the interruption of the altar was like countless needles piercing the depths of his soul.

He tried twice, but his legs went weak and he couldn't support his body at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the young man walked step by step toward him.

Wei Song looked down at him, his eyes filled with chilling killing intent.

"You said before that this was the twelfth blood sacrifice. How many people did you sacrifice in the previous twelve?"

The man in the black robe trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

His right hand was hidden in his sleeve, his fingers subtly bending and straightening, a faint gray-black energy gathering at his fingertips.

The movements were concealed, but they could not escape Wei Song's spiritual perception.

He raised his hand upwards, and the orange-red heat wave reappeared, compressing and condensing inwards.

The second heat core slowly took shape in the palm of his hand.

It is smaller than the first one, but whiter and hotter.

"There must be many people like you."

After Wei Song finished speaking, he flipped his wrist.

The thermonuclear energy transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the black-robed man's brow.

With a soft hissing sound.

A charred hole the size of a finger appeared between his eyebrows, with smooth edges.

The high internal temperature instantly carbonized everything.

The man in black robes froze abruptly, his pupils dilating instantly, reflecting Wei Song's calm face.

Then, the light in his pupils quickly dimmed.

His body slowly fell backward, hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Then, Ian flicked his fingers, and beams of orange-red light shot out, accurately targeting the eight cultists.

The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

The underground space was deathly silent.

The only sounds were the soft crackling of burning torches and the faint dripping of water in the distance.

The thirty-seven people tied to the stone pillars all stared blankly at the young man in the hall.

The heat radiating from Wei Song's body had subsided, and his body temperature had returned to normal.

The heat radiating from Wei Song's body had subsided, and his body temperature had returned to normal.

A drab t-shirt, wrinkled jeans, messy hair, and a pale face.

It's very ordinary; you'd easily miss it if you threw it into a crowd.

But everyone saw what he just did.

Kill the cultists, blow up the altar, and save everyone.

Wei Song looked at everyone and with a wave of his hand, burned all the ropes binding them.

A middle-aged man was the first to react.

His lips trembled and his voice shook, but he managed to force a smile.

"Thank you... thank you for saving us!"

The others also came to their senses.

"Thanks!"

"You're amazing, buddy!"

"We...we're saved?"

A cacophony of voices rose in the silent underground space.

With the relief of surviving the ordeal, and gratitude and awe for Ian.

After doing all this, Wei Song responded calmly to everyone's gratitude.

He walked to a secluded spot and looked down at his chest.

The orange-red energy was still flowing slowly, but it had stabilized.

Like a sleeping seed, nestled deep within the chest, radiating a warm glow.

"Thermal Energy Control, Level 1 Awakening Early Stage"

He awakened his superpowers directly without any cultivation process, which completely contradicted any supernatural system he knew.

"The path to transcendence in this world... is truly fascinating."

After the crisis was averted, the main body estimated the time flow rate with the Wizarding World to be approximately 10:1.

"There's plenty of time, and the fragments of rules here are so plentiful..."

The final harvest from the projection may very well be even greater than that of the previous world!