Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Victor didn't want to gamble on the odds, so from the very first step, he began to try silently chanting incantations.

He then summoned the cheap wooden staff he had previously purchased, gripping it tightly with his left hand.

As the incantation began to appear in his mind, his lips began to open and close, but this time, his chanting speed was noticeably slower than before.

Several seconds passed before his lips slowly opened.

However, Viktor was not surprised by this.

From the moment he acquired [Viridian's Scorching Arrow], he knew that the spell's potential far exceeded the low-level spells he could currently master.

Even with the equipment, I can only use a downgraded version of the spell, and it's a primitive version that's been downgraded by an unknown number of levels.

"..."

Even so, as the first character escaped his lips, Viktor felt his throat inexplicably begin to heat up.

He was not surprised at all by this.

Powerful spells often come with great risks, especially since he cannot rely on external objects to cast this spell; he can only use the magic power within his own body.

So he immediately felt all the magic power in his body begin to surge towards his left arm, and then... the unexpected happened.

"laugh......"

When the fire element formed from Victor's body surged toward the wooden wand, the wand was unable to withstand the pressure and burst into flames.

Instantly, Victor felt a sharp pain in his left hand, followed by a burning sensation throughout his entire left arm.

"..."

But Victor didn't even glance down at his left arm; instead, he continued chanting the second incantation while simultaneously summoning his equipment inventory.

Equip [Viridian's Scorching Arrows]

The moment the thought arose in his mind, the wooden wand in his hand turned to ashes and fell to the ground, while a scorching current that existed only within his body poured into his left arm.

In an instant, that violent and untamed power was suppressed and transformed into streaks of crimson lines that climbed up his arm.

At that moment, Viktor's eyes also turned crimson.

This is the significant improvement brought about by the 5% fire elemental comprehension bonus after equipping the gear, making him more inclined to become a mage who follows the path of fire element.

And this moment.

He had stepped out of the vegetation; more accurately, the surrounding magical plants were all driven back by his scorching aura, daring not to approach him even slightly.

However, the road ahead was already in ruins, with gullies one or two meters wide everywhere, making it impossible for him to continue. He could only stand still.

"Ugh..."

"The Incarnation of Greed" seemed to finally notice the commotion. Just as it put the second torch into its mouth, it controlled its roots, which occupied most of the jungle, and attacked Viktor.

In an instant, an even denser barrage of attacks poured forth, but when it was only two meters in front of Viktor, it converged into a single point, transforming into a blood-red spear that swiftly pierced down!

The magical plants around them, though far apart, were still shaken and broken by the blow that pierced through half the cave.

However, a torch was thrown high into the air from the direction of the steep slope.

That red, so conspicuous in the darkness, could be seen at a glance without any guidance.

The same applies to "the embodiment of greed".

"Whoosh...!"

All the roots, along with its six tongues, turned and grabbed the dazzling torch.

Viktor watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Light attraction... This is the instinct of cave monsters, and he discovered this the first time he met the other party.

The tongue that suddenly appeared didn't attack the bats in the cave, nor the senior student holding the torch, but instead attacked the torch itself. This was one of its weaknesses.

As a demon, it's normal for it to have some obsessive pursuits while possessing formidable power.

"..."

Viktor's lips moved again, and the third character spurted out from his mouth with a hot stream. Although there was no sound, it seemed to heat up the entire environment.

The next second, the boy's mage robe was set ablaze from the left sleeve, the flames spreading all the way to his left shoulder.

His sleeves turned to ashes and fluttered away, revealing Viktor's left arm, covered in crimson lines and steaming hot, as well as the five fingers of his left hand, which were trembling slightly.

Something was rapidly brewing beneath his palm.

For a moment, the air around him began to subtly distort, a phenomenon that could only be observed with extremely intense heat.

But Viktor was in the shadows, seemingly unnoticed by the "embodiment of greed," who used his tongue to curl up the torch and put it in his mouth.

At that moment, Viktor slowly raised his left arm and chanted the fourth incantation, followed by the fifth...

The moment the sixth incantation was uttered, Victor raised his left arm to its highest point, and in his palm, crimson flames coalesced into a spear several centimeters taller than himself.

At this moment, torches were thrown out again from the steep slope.

But what is this glimmer of light compared to the crimson spear in Victor's hand? It's nothing more than the light of a firefly.

Roar! ! !

The "Avatar of Greed" finally saw Viktor and unleashed an unprecedented roar, as if he had encountered the greatest enemy of his life.

Its expression was no longer ferocious, but a twisted form that was completely inhuman. Its eyes had turned blood red, and the purple petals were also stained blood red.

"Rumble..."

All the crimson roots converged towards the sky, instantly coalescing into sharp spearheads.

The sheer size of the crimson spearhead in this cavernous place was so immense that it blotted out the sky, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"It's even stronger than it was back then..."

As Miles watched this horrific scene, the image of the eerie face he had seen after the explosion flashed through his mind.

The others stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with anger and resentment.

Only Mikand showed a resolute expression as he looked at the figure holding the flames aloft:

"We will win."

"boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the earth shake and his body sway, while the crimson spear tip, which covered everything, pressed down.

But in that instant, the figure holding the red spear seemed to leave an afterimage by swinging his left arm, yet his body remained unmoved.

The crimson spear, which appeared tiny in front of the crimson spear tip, transformed into a beam of light!

That's right, it wasn't some afterimage caused by high speed, but a real red beam of light.

"Sizzle!"

The crimson spearhead was pierced, and the final beam of crimson light was a sheet pierced by a stream of fire...

Face... if you can still see the facial features, then that's indeed a fair term.

"We won."

Mikand's eyes lit up as he watched the crimson roots being scorched by the flames and quickly turning to ash.

"..."

Viktor, seeing the giant object in the distance engulfed in crimson flames and turning to ashes with crackling sounds, smiled, then collapsed to one side, exhausted.

But just then, a slender hand gave him a push.

Victor steadied himself, thinking it was Lyra, and immediately smiled and turned around, but saw nothing.