Witch Training Manual: My Water Magic Is Wrong

Wayne recognized the person on the skull.

One of them was Maurice.

He had seen it before when he was retrieving the forbidden Gluttony Vessel from the cemetery on the outskirts of the capital.

"How did he end up here?"

Tessa tilted her head: "Do you know the older one?"

"I met him once; he was a follower of an evil god."

"What should we do now?"

Klaus stood to the side, watching the skeleton's path, his face ashen. "We have to stop them. They're heading to the Demon Forest, the area with the highest concentration of Devil Fruits. If they awaken all the Devil Fruits, the lower levels are doomed. The entire city will be overwhelmed by demons."

Tessa chimed in, "Leaving aside whether we can stop that skeleton, the undead alone are enough to give us a run for our money."

Just then, the skeleton stopped in its tracks.

Leon's voice came from above.

"I know who you are. Klaus, and that kid who killed my man."

Leon began to offer advice.

"We don't need to fight to the death between us. Only if you voluntarily step aside, and I awaken the gods and restore them, can I decide to let all of you leave this city. This is my last act of goodwill; don't waste it."

No one responded to him.

Leon didn't seem to care and continued, "You have two choices: move aside and leave alive, or block the way and be buried in the ground like those corpses."

After saying that, he took a half step back.

At this point, Maurice spoke up: "Young friend Wayne, we've met before, and you're a sensible man. The awakening of the gods is inevitable; you can't stop it. Why risk the lives of those you've taken?"

Wayne didn't say anything.

Morris waited a moment, but received no response, so he stopped asking. He patted the skull at his feet, and the massive skeleton suddenly opened its jaws.

Lava-like fire elements condensed deep within its mouth, the temperature so high that it distorted the air itself.

A lava fireball, over a hundred meters in diameter, took shape in the skull's mouth. Morris stood atop the skull, his robes fluttering in the heat.

"Since that's the case, then let me show you just how big the gap is between us."

A gasp came from the crowd behind him.

"Sixth tier...that's sixth tier magic!"

"We're doomed, we're dead."

"I...I don't want to die!"

"Run!"

Some people in the line have already started running backwards.

Wayne didn't turn around.

The arrogant Water Dragon King appeared in his hand, and the dragon patterns on the staff glowed faintly.

He felt it; at this very moment, the shackles that had been suppressing him were completely crumbling. Water element surged within his body, and his magic power had returned to its peak.

While the iron was hot, Wayne took out the bottle of fifth-tier magic potion given to him by the queen from his pocket and drank it all in one gulp.

The potion entered his throat, its scalding power exploding through his meridians. In less than three seconds, a dense aura of magic spread from Vayne's body.

He officially entered the ranks of fifth-tier magicians.

Boom!

The lava fireball, over a hundred meters in diameter, flew towards them all from the sky.

Wayne did not back down.

He gripped the staff with both hands, the tip pointing straight to the sky.

Water elements converged from all directions, and hundreds of water walls rose up in front of him, blocking the path that the fireball would inevitably take.

The lava fireball, carrying a devastating force, crashed towards the defensive line. Wayne gritted his teeth, watching each water wall grow ever stronger. He had just broken through to the fifth rank, and his magical power was still surging; each water wall was draining his mental energy. But he had no way out; behind him were dozens of people, and retreating meant total annihilation.

Tessa and Klaus were also busy.

Tessa formed a hand seal, and a golden barrier of holy light unfolded in front of her, covering the left flank of their squad.

Klaus used his remaining hand to hold a short staff and summoned more than seventy or eighty stone pillars from the ground, which lined up in front of the team.

The three people formed three lines of defense.

The lava fireball pressed forward relentlessly.

The water walls shattered layer by layer, evaporating into white mist. Stone pillars exploded under the intense heat, sending debris flying. The barrier of holy light cracked, and Tessa's knees were already trembling.

But the fireball is also shrinking.

The diameter was reduced from 100 meters to 80 meters, and then to 60 meters, and the speed decreased visibly.

At this point, the rest of the team realized what was happening.

They all joined the defense.

A new magical barrier rose up in front of them.

Hard work pays off.

The fireball finally stopped less than twenty steps in front of Wayne, then burst apart, turning into black lava boulders that fell to the ground.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at this moment when everyone is relaxed.

A beam of black light shot from Morris's direction.

The black light didn't travel in a straight line; it circled the ground, passing through the gap between the water wall and the rubble, like a snake hidden in the shadows, precisely biting at Wayne's temple.

"Be careful!"

Tessa shouted, but it was too late.

Wayne saw it himself.

The attack carried the pressure of a sixth-level being, firmly immobilizing him and preventing him from making any defensive moves.

At that moment, time stopped.

The entire underground space turned grayish-white.

Everyone froze in place.

A phantom image appeared high above the dome.

The figure's features were indistinct, but he exuded a strong aura of divinity.

The panel quietly unfolded.

Seraphine, the God of Dreams

[Identity: The Will of a Dead God]

[Note: Besides collecting countless dreams from the world, his favorite thing to do is to make those in his dreams have erotic dreams. Voyeurism is his personal hobby, but all he does is to please the goddess of life.]

[Note 2: In the original timeline, Emily would have blocked this fatal blow for you and died. The God of Dreams at that time chose to stand by and then force a collapse using his remaining divine power. This time, however, he decided to choose differently.]

The phantom wiped a "sweat" from its forehead.

"Phew... I finally made it."

Then, the phantom looked Wayne up and down: "It seems that, just as you said in the future, you do have some different qualities this time."

He paused for a moment and then continued.

"However, you little brat, I've already sent your lover, who was supposed to die, away ahead of time, and I've also spared your life. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise, isn't it?"

Seeing that Wayne was not moving, he suddenly realized what was happening and then snapped his fingers.

Wayne was finally able to move again.

He had heard everything Silas had said to him, and he bowed to him first.

"Thank you for saving me, divine senior."

The phantom waved its hand.

"Forget the formalities. Did you hear what I just said?"

Wayne nodded, then asked, puzzled.

"Senior, what exactly is this so-called agreement? And with my current strength, can I really fulfill that agreement?"