Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

For the next few days, Victor locked himself in his room, learning new spells during the day and practicing the spells he had learned at night.

Before we knew it, it was the night before the escort mission was to be carried out.

"What you want."

Vivian handed a white mouse to Victor.

Then, the boy said "thank you" and closed the door again.

Vivian lowered her head, somewhat disappointed.

This situation began three days ago, when the housekeeper told her that Victor had summoned her to his room.

She thought the other person had taken a liking to her, but when she arrived at the room, the other person only said one sentence:

Bring me in a white mouse.

"Harmful."

Vivian sighed and turned to leave.

......

In the room,

Victor stood at the table, placing a peeled clove of garlic into the box containing the white mouse, and then chanted one curse after another:

"Smell deprivation, visual deprivation, auditory deprivation."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white mouse in the box immediately began to move.

It first sniffed the garlic cloves unusually, then started running around the box as if possessed by a demon.

"Da da da..."

Victor banged on the table, but the white mouse didn't react and continued to run around in the box.

Viktor withdrew his hand and stared at the other person coldly.

He knew that the triple curse had succeeded once again.

He has tried this several times in the past few days. Sometimes the three curses cannot be perfectly combined, and sometimes they can.

Just like now, the mice have lost three senses at the same time: smell, sight, and hearing.

After waiting for five minutes, the mouse calmed down.

Victor took out a quill and wrote down the new curse combination in his notebook, summarizing it on the last line of the page:

Curse spells with similar properties tend to stack easily.

This is easy to understand; sight, smell, and hearing are all five senses and complement each other.

However, it would be very difficult to make mice experience both ice and fire at the same time.

"Unfortunately, with my current control over magic, I am not yet able to stack four layers of curse."

Viktor put down his quill and leaned back in his chair.

Yesterday and the day before, he tried to cast more than three curses on the mice.

The result was... they all died.

One died immediately after being cursed with the fourth curse, while the other exploded after waiting for 15 minutes.

Although not all of those curses are malevolent, there are also some benign curses like [Blood Power Activation] that give an increase in power in exchange for doubled fatigue.

They still died.

Victor still remembers that before they died, the cursed power within them was chaotic and disordered.

Perhaps this method could also kill adventurers, but it's too unstable and a waste of magic.

"The stable triple curse can be used 9 times a day."

Victor picked up a pen and made a note on the paper.

In the past few days, besides discovering the maximum stacking limit of curses, he also found...

As long as you have enough magic power to cast a curse, that attack will be unwavering and will always be the strongest attack.

Moreover, a single curse, especially a support curse, consumes very little magic power and can be used as a trick.

"..."

As he wrote this, he glanced at the white mouse, which was exploring the box with great energy, and then looked away.

The curse has a high ceiling; even if one masters powerful magic in the future, this technique can still serve as a supplementary trick and a trump card for survival.

Furthermore... as his level increases, he might be able to stack the triple curse into a quadruple curse, or even higher.

With this in mind, he invoked the "Self-Discipline".

[Victor's Class: Curse Mage]

"LV: 2, Experience Points: 0/600"

"Allocable experience: 623, Allocable attribute points: 2"

After several days of intensive study and review, he was able to advance to the rank of Level 3 Curse Mage.

Without hesitation, Victor immediately decided to upgrade.

......

at the same time,

In a basement of the manor.

Baron Sebastian, who hadn't left his residence for many days, watched the bloody scene unfold before him with a smile.

"Snapped!"

A whip lashed fiercely at the chained female drow.

The one holding the whip was none other than the plantation owner's daughter, Leila.

However, compared to her usual indifference, she was now slightly furrowed in anger.

"Snapped!"

With another lash, a piece of the drow's tattered clothing was whipped off.

Blood seeped from the dried wound and dripped onto the ground.

"Patina, now that things have come to this, aren't you going to say something?"

Leila's voice was cold, and her eyes were so icy they could kill.

However, even though there was hardly a single intact part of his body, Patina could only stare helplessly at the ground.

Leila wasn't surprised by this; she turned sideways, grabbed a red medicine bottle from behind her, and threw it at them.

"Click".

The moment the medicine bottle exploded, Patina's injuries began to heal at a visible speed.

And then Layla's whip lashed out.

The sound of whipping echoed in the basement for a long time.

"..."

Baron Sebastian had long since suppressed his smile, and there was not a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

Back when the adventurers at Camp Two were clearing out the Mother Nest, Lyra sent back a magical letter, clearly explaining the various anomalies that had occurred within the Mother Nest.

Mutant goblins, an unusually large goblin horde, and... an uncontrollable ranger.

He gave Patina a long look, who remained silent.

"Are you a scapegoat?"

The reason for this question is

This is because the other side showed a strong desire to attack from the very beginning of the cleanup operation, leading the adventurers into the mother nest and launching attacks without regard for the consequences.

Upon hearing this,

Leila, who was about to crack the whip, stopped and stared coldly at Patina.

To everyone's surprise, the other party actually responded this time.

"Just realized that?"

Patina slowly raised his head, his face covered in blood, and looked at the Baron, only to see the other's eyes hidden in the shadows.

Cold and menacing, filled with murderous intent.

"You bunch of lackeys of the Silver Moon Church, you've been kept in the dark, yet you're living so happily."

She forced a smile: "How pathetic... a mediocre person who has never seen the real night sky."

"Snapped!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than another whip mark appeared on her face, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Lyra glanced sideways at the Baron.

In the shadows, the Baron nodded slightly.

"Any last words?"

Leila turned her gaze back, her eyes even colder than before.

"Giggle..."

Patina was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly grinned and laughed louder and louder.

Then, she beckoned to Lyra with her finger.

But Leila didn't believe her; she just stared at her coldly without saying a word.

Patina was not disappointed.

"I'll remind you one last time: Our Lord has descended, and you... will ultimately not escape His grasp."

She spoke slowly, her eyes gradually turning red as she spoke, as if she were about to transform into some kind of monster.

In an instant, Lyra recalled the scene of those mutated goblins being controlled by shamans.

"Bang!"

Then, Patina exploded into countless fragments in front of her.