Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

"An otherworldly god?" Roland's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Teacher...are we going to summon a god from another world for our very first lesson?"

"What level of wizarding rank are they equivalent to?" As soon as the question appeared, Roland's inquisitive nature came out.

"Hmph, there are many beings in the astral plane who call themselves gods, mainly according to the plane classification. Your teacher is only a first-level wizard, so he can only randomly summon a level one creature."

"A Level 1 creature?" Roland stared longingly at Ashus.

"That's equivalent to our first-ring wizards..." Ashius frowned. "There are strong and weak ones. Generally speaking, our first-ring wizards are equivalent to the strongest level among the first-level creatures in the astral plane."

"Most of these self-proclaimed gods are just beings who have risen to their current status through their own abilities and the blessing of their plane."

Roland fell into deep thought. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Wizards explore the truth and pursue knowledge, growing from weak to strong, relying on themselves at every step."

"But these creatures are different. Because they live in different planes, many of them are born strong and have not fully mastered their abilities; they just know how to use them."

"They are not the controllers of knowledge, but the users of knowledge!"

"Teacher, am I right?"

After Roland finished explaining, Ashius smiled and, drawing inferences from the example, immediately figured out the true nature of these alien natives, which was what he admired most about Roland.

Of course, being overly inquisitive is an exception!

Roland wanted to ask more questions, but Ashius quickly interrupted, "Alright, tell me first what's so special about the mushroom you chose."

"I want to use targeted summoning magic to summon an otherworldly creature that aligns with my advancement path."

Roland nodded, pulled the swordsman mushroom "Karak" over, and asked, "Karak, tell me about your abilities."

"And what kind of mushroom you want to become in the future!"

Before Roland could finish his question, Ashus suddenly interrupted, his thick eyebrows raised, a look of surprise on his face: "You can talk to plants?"

Roland's heart skipped a beat. Teacher Ashus had been too good to him before, giving him spatial rings and other gifts. In addition, talking to the Puji had become a habit for Roland. So when his teacher asked him this question, he suddenly forgot about hiding his special talent.

This is the wizarding world!

You've acted too differently, so you'll get sliced ​​up. He didn't bring the lucky guy "Jin Duoduo" because his incredible luck was discovered and he was sliced ​​up.

"Don't be nervous, Roland!" Teacher Ashus noticed Roland's nervousness and said in a gentle tone, "I've said before that you must have something special about you, otherwise you wouldn't have won the favor of the will of nature."

"The Deep Caverns is a white wizarding academy, not a black wizarding academy. Show your talent; it will greatly benefit your wizarding path."

Looking at the nervous boy before him, Professor Ashius couldn't help but smile: "You really do look alike!"

"Actually, your teacher also has a special ability!" Ashius suddenly shouted, "Hey, lions, come here right now!"

With a shout, the forest outside the magic hut trembled violently, the ground shook, and birds took flight.

In the blink of an eye, a pride of lions appeared before Roland, all staring at him curiously and showing a look of dependence on Ashius.

"Teacher... what's wrong?" Roland asked in surprise.

"This is my special ability, the language of beasts!" Ashius's lips curled up slightly. "I grew up in a tribe on the grasslands. One day, while we were hunting lions, I heard their voices."

"From then on, I gained the ability to hear lions speak, just like you."

After listening to his teacher's explanation, Roland calmed down. The wizarding world was vast, and there were countless people with special talents. What was his little bit of talent compared to that?

Moreover, this is the territory of the White Wizards, bound by the rules of the Council of Truth and the Tribunal. Unless you voluntarily sign the relevant agreement, no one can take your life and then dissect you for research.

"Great King!" Swordsman Mushroom Karak took the mushroom sword from his back, held it in his hand, and then raised his mushroom cap, which resembled a conical hat, revealing a resolute look in his eyes: "My ability is to draw my sword and strike; this is my legacy."

"I hope to become a swordsman, a powerful swordsman who can cut down anything that stands in the way of the king's advance."

Roland was somewhat moved. Although these mushrooms were weak, each one was loyal to him. Could he be a succubus?

Just by looking at yourself, you feel you have to open your heart to yourself—of course, this refers to the concept, not the physical act of opening your heart to yourself.

"It excels in combat, and probably has some talent in sword skills," Roland pondered for a moment, then continued, "Or perhaps it has some talent in the field of plants?"

"Its body is four times larger than that of a regular Walking Mushroom, and it also has an outstanding level of physical fitness, almost reaching the species limit of Walking Mushrooms."

Professor Ashius stared at the Swordsman Mushroom for a while, and finally chose these directions.

[Sword] - [Plant] - [Spirit Core] - [Element]

"The sword and the plant are its inherent characteristics, while the spirit core is something similar to a wizard's aptitude. With this, it can begin its cultivation."

"Elements are the most common and numerous characteristic of astral beings. They allow us to prevent our targeted summoning from going wrong and summoning anything particularly strange or unusual."

"Hey...you're quite the guy, choosing such a little thing."

"When I was young, my teacher asked me what I wanted to choose, and I almost said dragon."

Ashius sighed, took out two masks, and gave one to Roland: "Take this... wear it later."

The mask was pitch black, and although it looked ferocious, it had no menacing appearance. It was as if its fangs had been broken, and only the star map on the top of the mask carried a trace of magic.

"What is this?" Roland asked.

"Hunter's Mask..." Ashius held the mask in his hand, staring at it for a long time, then his expression turned cold, and he put on the mask by himself: "Roland, the path of a wizard in the pursuit of truth is not just a process of pursuing knowledge."

"It's a process that will never end."

"Once a choice is made, it can never be changed."

"When you choose to wear it, it means you have joined a [hunting] ritual."

"This ritual includes you and me, and all beings in the wizarding world who choose to enter it," Ashius's voice gradually lowered, "and all beings in the astral plane as well."

Are you really willing to embark on this journey of no return?

The sound was like being in prison, like falling into an ice cave!

As time passed, Roland's world became a living hell, a place of constant slaughter, where humans fought against each other and against beasts...

However, in an instant, the image disappeared, and Roland made his own choice. He did not say anything about whether he was willing or not.

Roland silently put on the Hunter's Mask, its menacing appearance gone, and stood directly beside his teacher, expressing what he wanted to say through his actions.