What kind of wizard are you if you don't have any entries?

Blood Demons are demonic beings and one of the main forces of the war legions in the Otherworld.

As a creature possessing a certain amount of demonic power, the Blood Defiler is a treasure trove from head to toe.

First of all, their blood is the core raw material for making the body-strengthening potion, the Blood Elixir.

The blood of elite Blood Demons can be used to create the [Blood Demon Elixir], which has an even stronger body-strengthening effect.

The flesh of the Blood Demon is bitter, dry, and tough, and is not suitable for consumption.

However, the fire element extracted from the flesh can be used to make the [Flame Element Bottle], which, when thrown, has an explosive power comparable to intermediate-level sorcery.

It's not very useful against Bloodborne, which has extremely high fire resistance.

However, it can be surprisingly effective when used on the frontier wizard battlefield.

The fiery scales on the forehead of the Blood Demon are an important raw material for crafting fire-resistant alchemical armor.

Elite Bloodborne Demons grow demonic horns.

Their horns are used to create the "Fire Demon Staff," which is quite famous in the Wizarding World.

High on a steep cliff, bathed in shimmering light, old Oren recounted his wizarding journey, a tapestry interwoven with tales of experience: interdimensional wars, exploration of demonic lair treasures, and the treacherous depths of ancient temples.

Verin listened intently, becoming completely absorbed in the story and growing increasingly fascinated by the mysterious and vast wizarding world.

After a long while, old Oren finally finished recounting his wizarding adventure.

"From my explanation, you should now understand the dangers of that deep underground area."

Are you sure you want to go?

"Um!"

Vilin nodded with an unusually firm expression.

Whether it's obtaining the Fire Affinity attribute or the chance to acquire the [Heart Engine], Valin is determined to give it a try.

These terms are all very important to him.

Old Oren looked at Verin for a moment and then said.

"Since you've decided to go, it wouldn't be too late to come to my place for a few days to settle down before you leave, after all, you've only just broken through."

"And there are many things you still need to prepare."

Verin nodded, and then asked.

"Senior, that Bloodclaw Krogg..."

"You want revenge against him?"

Old Oren smiled.

Verin straightened his expression and said.

"If it weren't for my senior protecting me this time, I would definitely have been ambushed by him."

"And my senior was seriously injured while protecting me!"

"No matter what, I'm going to kill that rat."

Old Oren shook his head.

"Although you are quite strong."

"It's unwise for you to go looking for him right after your breakthrough. Besides, that guy's underground lair is very well hidden. Even if the two of us go together, we won't come out unscathed."

"Besides, that guy was just injured, so he might not be hiding in his underground lair."

"A wizard's revenge is never too late, even after thirty years, and there's no rush."

"Once you return from the depths of the underground and your strength has increased further, Bloodclaw Krog will lower its guard. It won't be too late to find an opportunity then."

A slight stirring ran through Vilin's heart.

"Senior Oren, you are very thoughtful."

"Let's go! It's time to go back!"

Old Oren took out a double magic broom.

"To be able to advance directly from beginner to intermediate level without any ceremony—such talent is truly enviable."

"By the way, you got promoted this time, so I prepared a small gift for you."

Hearing that it was a small gift, Verin did not refuse.

"Thank you very much, senior!"

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A towering golden tower, a meditation chamber.

Invisible spiritual tentacles waved rhythmically in the air.

A faint crimson light descended around Valin.

The [Crimson Tentacle Meditation] ring-level meditation technique can capture a crimson moon and descend a pillar of crimson moonlight in the area being meditated on.

Vilin currently only possesses the intermediate meditation chapter, which can only emit a faint crimson light.

Touched by the experience, Vilin slowly ended this round of meditation.

Feeling the increasingly stable magic pool within his body, the abundant magic power, and the [Precision Correction] attribute radiating golden light within the magic pool.

A fleeting look of joy crossed Weilin's face.

"The 'Precision Correction' entry not only deeply integrates with my body, making it like a high-precision instrument, but also deeply integrates with the 'Magic Pool.' Now, my 'Magic Pool' is like a stable reservoir, with the magic power inside operating smoothly and basically not experiencing any magic power surges due to external influences."

"Even if I am affected, I can use the power of phase correction to eliminate the influence and restore the state to its original position."

"What kind of wizard are you if you don't have any entries in your vocabulary?"

"It's better to have a lot of entries, because you never know when you might need them."

Verin pondered to himself.

Then, Verin went to the magic stone door and pressed the switch.

"Click-clack..."

The magic stone door slowly opened.

"Lord Valin, Grandpa Oren requests your presence."

A girl in a blue jumpsuit, about the same age as Verin, stood outside the door, seemingly having waited for a long time. When she saw Verin come out, she quickly greeted him.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Verin walked toward the stairs.

Seeing Verin's departing figure, a hint of envy appeared in the girl's eyes.

Only by becoming a wizard can one control their own destiny and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air on the sacred ship.

Ordinary people like them, who lack the talent of wizards, can only live deep underground and never see a real sun in their entire lives.

The top floor of the gilded tower.

Despite his serious injuries a few days ago, the white-haired old Oren was still robust after a few days of recuperation; this was the extraordinary physique of a wizard.

"Come here and see some little gifts I've prepared for you."

Seeing Verin approach, old Oren's face lit up with a warm smile, and he immediately stood up and waved to him.

"This is the Breeze Robe, woven from wings that are compatible with the wind element. Although it cannot actually fly, it has a strong gliding ability. Even if the magic broom is destroyed, you can still glide for a long time with the Breeze Robe."

"These three magic brooms are alchemical artifacts forged primarily from feather iron, ensuring stable flight and resistance to damage."

"The underground environment is quite harsh, and there may be air combat. One weapon is for normal use, and two are for backup, so that you won't be trapped underground."

As Old Oren gave his introduction, Verin examined these valuable alchemical artifacts, his expression somewhat reserved.

This alchemical magic broom costs at least 300 magic stones, and the alchemical robe isn't cheap either.

These resources combined would amount to at least a thousand magic stones.

"Senior Oren, these things aren't cheap; they're not just small gifts."

Old Oren smiled and waved his hand.

"I have an alchemy workshop in this underground place, so this magic stone is not very valuable to me."

"Furthermore, I'm giving you these things because I have another reason for wanting them."

"Please feel free to tell me your requests, senior."

Verin straightened his expression and said.

Old Oren paced back and forth for a while, then looked out the window and said slowly.

"I left my hometown to pursue the path of a wizard, but now I am old and my wizarding journey is probably coming to an end."

"Nowadays, the wizarding world outside is in turmoil, and the borders are constantly embroiled in war. I probably won't be able to go back."

"In my hometown, I also had vestiges of shamanic blood in my earlier years."

As he spoke, old Oren took out a palm-sized crimson compass and a parchment magic map from his storage bracelet.

"This is my bloodline compass. If any members of my bloodline are nearby, the compass will react."

"If you advance to the rank of high-level wizard apprentice in the future, I hope you can visit my hometown. If my descendants have the talent for wizardry, please help them enter the world of wizardry. If not, then let nature take its course."

At this point, old Oren shook his head.

"Only by becoming a wizard can a family prosper and even occupy an oasis, becoming an oasis lord."

"Unfortunately, although I became a wizard, I did not bring prosperity to my family. In fact, I don't even know if my bloodline members are still alive."

"This is also something I cherish."

After speaking, old Oren looked at Verin, a hint of expectation on his wrinkled face.

Vilin nodded cautiously in response:

"When I become a senior wizard apprentice in the future, I will definitely visit the hometown of my predecessors."

"That's good...that's good!"

Old Oren immediately smiled with great satisfaction.

He didn't know many high-ranking wizards, and even fewer were willing to make the trip for him.

This Vellin is extremely talented; it won't be difficult for him to become a high-level wizard apprentice in the future.

With Verin agreeing, he could finally fulfill a long-cherished wish.

"You can stay here for the next few days to consolidate your training and familiarize yourself with the flight of the magic broom."

"I'll teach you some flying techniques and methods so you can navigate the complex underground environment better."

"Thank you very much, senior."

Verin said gratefully.