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  Chapter 22 The Beginning of Chaos

  Fourth-level wizard apprentice.

  It's still because of taking drugs.

  But no matter what, Ronan is now a serious intermediate wizard apprentice and rune master.

  Thinking back to the miserable situation when I first came here a few months ago, it seems like a dream.

  "You can't stop taking the medicine."

  Once you've experienced the feeling of your experience bar suddenly skyrocketing, it becomes very difficult to level up slowly and honestly step by step.

  After all, it is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to

  The key point is that Ronan feels that he can still continue to take it, and there is absolutely no problem.

  "The biggest drawback of taking mental power-boosting potions is that the mental power boosted by the potion is not pure and will be mixed with many impurities.

  Generally speaking, after taking the concentration potion for the second time, your mental strength will enter a 'plateau period' where it stops growing."

  "At this stage, ordinary meditation no longer has a significant effect. Meditation will no longer increase mental strength. It may even cause mental strength to decline after meditation."

  "This is a process of self-refining of the mental power and elimination of impurities after taking the medicine."

  This is what the salesgirl at the pharmacy told him when he was buying the concentration potion.

  But.

  "Why don't I have this problem?"

  Ronan was a little confused.

  After he took the concentration potion twice, his mental power continued to grow while meditating.

  "Is it because I am gifted? Or is it because my basic meditation technique has reached the expert level?"

  Ronan felt that it was most likely the latter.

  Perhaps it has something to do with his practice of [Austerity Body Tempering].

  The process of practicing [Austerity Body Building] is so painful that my spirit and will are tempered unconsciously during the pain.

  A very reasonable explanation.

  Thanks to the rapid growth of his mental strength, Ronan made rapid progress in [Austerity Body Building] and has almost reached the proficient level. He is now starting to try the second posture in the booklet.

  "Although the plateau phase is gone, drug resistance still exists.

  The effect was obviously much worse the second time I took it, and it didn't even improve by half a level.

  The third time, the fourth time...the effects will get worse and worse.

  It is said that many people see no effect after five times. "

  "Oh, it doesn't matter. Just drink it first. When it has no effect, I will switch to a more advanced medicine."

  Ronan was quite confused about this. If his original body was qualified, he would probably never be able to break through to become a formal wizard even if he practiced until his death.

  He has poor talent to begin with, and if he doesn't rely on some external assistance, the gap between him and others will only get bigger and bigger.

  [Energy Missile]After more than a month of intensive training, his proficiency level had increased by nearly three hundred.

  This is the expert level of 300 proficiency. For every point increase, you have to cast the spell two or three times, and even more in the future.

  With 300 proficiency points in a month, Ronan casts Energy Missile over 30 times a day on average!

  Considering rune engraving, body building, and meditation, it can be seen how hard Ronan works on this spell.

  "If I continue to practice like this for another month, or at most two months, my proficiency level in [Energy Missile] will be able to rise again."

  Ronan was looking forward to it.

  Expert-level [Energy Missile] can break the double rune protective magic tool. If it is further improved, wouldn't its power be comparable to that of a zero-level high-level spell

  ?

  Ronan is not planning to learn more advanced attack spells now. Instead of spending that time on it, he might as well upgrade [Energy Missile] to the maximum level first.

  Before I knew it, I had reached the entrance of the forest.

  Ronan was just about to follow the path in the forest into the shade when suddenly a breeze blew.

  The trees and grass rustled.  

  A yellowed oak leaf floated past Ronan's eyes in the wind.

  Ronan looked at the leaves slowly falling to the ground, and suddenly realized that

  autumn had already arrived in Hoddam.

  Dwarven Market.

  Ronan walked out of a shop specializing in wizard robes wearing a brand new grey robe, with a look of novelty and joy still on his face.

  He bought a new robe.

  A proper wizard robe cost him fifteen low-level magic stones, enchanted with two zero-level low-level runes, [Cleanliness] and [Constant Temperature], and he was also given an exquisitely crafted pointed wizard hat.

  Adhering to the principle of not showing off one's wealth, Ronan specially chose a robe that was similar in color and style to the original one. Most people would not be able to tell the difference and would just think he had changed into a new ordinary robe.

  "Finally I don't have to do my own laundry anymore.

  The effect of [constant temperature] is just right for the coming winter."

  Ronan thought about it and looked up, only to see that the leaves of the champs-de-lis trees on both sides of the central street of the Dwarf Market had begun to turn slightly yellow.

  The temperature was no longer as hot as before, and Ronan, who was practicing body-building techniques, was now particularly sensitive to this temperature difference.

  Shaking the hem of his robe, Ronan walked out of the market.

  This time he came here just like he did in the past, selling the engraved rune stones and purchasing some engraving materials and daily necessities.

  On the way to the market entrance, Ronan kept seeing wizards who were well-dressed and whose temperament and conversation were obviously different from those of ordinary wandering wizards coming and going and entering various shops.

  "It seems that there are many more wizards from the academy coming to the Dwarf Market to shop recently than before."

  Ronan even saw several high-level wizards with stern expressions and an intimidating aura, as if they had invisible halos, walking hurriedly on the street.

  Those who can give people this feeling are basically ninth-level wizard apprentices who have transformed their spirit into energy and have almost stepped half a step into the door of becoming a formal wizard.

  This kind of person is rarely seen in the market on weekdays.

  Although he was a little puzzled, Ronan didn't take it too seriously. He guessed that there might be some group activity at the Hoddam Wizarding Academy recently.

  I heard that the academy wizards would hold an internal competition every once in a while, to test their skills on one hand, but also to hone the combat capabilities of the academy wizards so that they wouldn't become rusty.

  After all, many wizards in academies have favorable conditions and do not have to work hard for a little resource, so they immerse themselves in research for years. Some of them even forget the spells they have mastered long ago.

  "Is it possible that the academy is going to hold some kind of competition soon?"

  Ronan made a wild guess.

  This matter naturally had nothing to do with him, a little fourth-level wandering wizard apprentice who had just managed to make ends meet. He just wanted to gossip.

  After walking out of the Dwarf Market, Ronan was thinking about where to go next.

  "It's still early, why don't we go to the Wizard Market and then find a restaurant to have a meal?

  The thin pie and vanilla pudding in that restaurant last time were quite delicious, we can go there again."

  As he was thinking, Ronan suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the town, and now some people were constantly rushing towards that direction.

  Everything was normal when I came in the morning.

  Ronan's eyes flickered, and he also walked towards where the crowd gathered.

  During the process, he listened to the discussions of the people around him, and words such as "black robe", "conflict", "formal wizard", and "college genius" kept pouring into his ears.

  When he finally squeezed into the most crowded area, Ronan found that everyone was looking up in one direction.

  He then looked up, and his pupils contracted rapidly.

  I saw a tall wooden stake erected at the entrance of the town.

  At the top of the wooden stake, a horrible looking, bloody corpse wearing a black robe was nailed there.

  Someone in the crowd sighed deeply and spoke in a low voice with a heavy tone.

  "Wizards from the Dark Land have launched an invasion. Hoddam, chaos is about to begin!"

  (End of this chapter)