"Most of the functions of this Magic Eye have fallen into dormancy, so its energy storage capacity is limited.
Even so, it can support five standard attacks like the one just performed, equivalent to 50 units of energy.
Additionally, it has energy-saving and energy-gathering modes, allowing the energy to be dispersed over multiple attacks or unleashed all at once!"
After a moment, Roy concluded his analysis.
These were all inherent functions and characteristics of the Magic Eye.
He located the key nodes of the ocular nerves and used the Arcane Imprint as the control hub, enabling this programmed attack mode.
This was undoubtedly a treasure trove!
"An Arcane Object like this is considered top-tier at the apprentice stage, absolutely rare and hard to come by!"
However, Roy soon discovered that this eye seemed to require a direct connection to a power supply organ to function at its maximum potential.
He currently couldn't provide such a module.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, an idea flashed in Roy's mind.
The hair at the back of his head grew, and a strand twisted into a cable as thick as a little finger, connecting to a reserved interface on the frame.
A sensation akin to a bloodline connection surged through him.
As his thoughts flowed, Wizardry Energy was drawn, and the Lightning Beam transformed into a thunderbolt, striking another wooden target.
The target instantly exploded!
...
"It really works!
After absorbing the Aquinas magic gold, my hair has become capable of conducting electricity and energy!
The Fishman Lord controlled it in a similar way...
No wonder it was embedded in the palm!"
By the time Roy left the training ground, it was already noon.
He was still inwardly delighted.
While relying on external objects wasn't the best way to enhance one's life essence, it could immediately boost combat power.
Such things were very useful for defeating enemies and slaying magical creatures.
However, just as he was about to head back, he faintly sensed a wave of mental energy scanning him.
Turning his head, he saw it was Olen.
The Elite Apprentice he had encountered in the wild, who had been pursuing Olinda and the others.
Seeing Roy, Olen walked over: "Your name is Roy, right? The one who advanced to Senior Apprentice a little over a month ago?"
Olen had golden hair similar to Renien's, but it was even more radiant and striking, and his demeanor was more flamboyant.
Roy immediately felt an inexplicable pressure.
He gazed at Olen seriously, remaining silent for a while before replying, "That's correct."
Olen chuckled lightly, "It was quite unexpected that you managed to escape back then..."
Roy frowned, "Senior Olen, we didn't provoke you, why are you so relentless?"
Olen said nonchalantly, "Relentless is a bit of an overstatement. Did I really force you?
It was just a casual encounter, a simple squeeze."
Roy retorted, "But in reality, it's not that easy to crush us, is it?"
Olen stared at him for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"You're right, if it can't be crushed in one go, it's not an ant!
Roy, it's not common for someone who has just advanced to Senior Apprentice to have such alertness and strength.
Many in Tali only know how to study hard, but in the future Otherworld, and even on the Plane Battlefield, newly promoted Wizards will inevitably face countless cruel and cunning enemies, and endless risks.
Flowers nurtured in a greenhouse will never be able to withstand all of this."
He turned and looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the walls of the Wizard Tower, directed towards the sky above, his tone growing somber.
"The first three floors of this Wizard Tower are where the junior apprentices, intermediate apprentices, and senior apprentices reside.
Starting from the fourth floor, do you know what lies there?"
Roy's heart stirred slightly: "It's the residence of the official Wizards, from the first to the ninth level.
Of course, the ninth-level Grand Wizard is merely a symbol; no Wizard has yet reached this realm. Most of the time, it serves as the energy hub and node of the Wizard Array for the entire tower."
Nine is the ultimate number, symbolizing infinity and boundlessness.
It is also the ultimate goal pursued by all Wizards!
But Wizards from the first to the eighth level are all real.
They just rarely appear in the homeland, as they are out there conquering, plundering, and colonizing one plane and world after another.
"From the very beginning of our journey into the Star Sea, we Wizards have thrived on plunder and colonization, even forming a path dependency.
In such an environment, even the World's Will favors the strong who are cruel and rational, while discarding the timid, weak, and blindly foolish..."
Olen spoke unhurriedly, his gaze gradually returning to Roy.
"So, juniors like you should find your own way to survive.
I'll point you in the right direction now, and also give you an opportunity..."
"What opportunity?"
"Join me, work for me!
Otherwise, if I encounter you in the wild, I'll kill you without hesitation!
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You wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that your last escape was entirely due to your own skills, would you?"
Roy fell silent upon hearing this.
After a while, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Olen replied, "It's simple. I'm collecting something. If you come across it, you can exchange it with me for Magic Stones and various resources. I won't treat you unfairly."
He touched the ring on his hand and suddenly took out an object.
It was a pale, snow-like little finger, seemingly severed from a corpse.
"This thing..."
Roy looked at it, his expression slightly tense.
"Did it come from Chalkland?"
As he spoke, he felt a faint sting in his brow, and a translucent, illusory panel appeared, inexplicably changing.
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"It seems you already know about this."
Olen said calmly.
"It indeed came from Chalkland and is a high-grade material for creating Artificial Lifeforms."
"Can I take a look?" Roy stared intently at the finger, making a request.
Olen didn't say much, casually tossing the finger to him.
Roy carefully observed the finger, but it, like the Thunder Demon Eye, no longer gave off any unusual sensations.
"Strange..."
He secretly wondered.
"Senior Olen, do you have any other similar samples? I need to examine more to properly understand this."
Olen glanced at him, gently rubbing his ring again, and took out another pale, ear-like object.
"This thing is called Chalk Soil. From the name, you should be able to tell that it's collected and refined from the site of a Forbidden Experiment..."
This ear didn't bring any unusual sensations to Roy, and the translucent, illusory panel remained unchanged.
Roy felt somewhat puzzled and hesitant, but soon, a certain guess began to form in his mind.
"Of course, I'd be more than willing to assist if you're willing to let me off," he said.
"Then, let's make it official.
The spatial rifts are concentrated around the Gale Hills, a
nd they occasionally appear in nearby areas, but not as densely.
If you want to find them, head to the vicinity."
Olen informed him of the general areas where they were scattered, then put away the finger and ear before turning to leave.
(End of Chapter)