Wizard Bloodline

The towering white-haired giant, nearly three meters tall, retreated, its massive form deflating like a punctured balloon.

The veins covering its face receded, and the sharp teeth returned to normal. A pale, handsome youth reemerged.

The long white hair, tousled by the wind, veiled the youth's body. Struggling, he pulled on a new robe, but continued to fall.

As he fell, facing Clemens, he extended a slender white arm, blue light glowing in his eyes.

A finger lightly traced through the air.

From the trail left by his finger, countless mysterious energies leaked.

"Whoosh—"

An ocean of free energy particles gathered, and a mysterious river of seven colors emerged from the void, flowing silently.

Yet it posed no threat to Clemens or anyone else.

The rainbow river circled Clemens once before continuing skyward, vanishing into the void.

"What you wanted to see... my domain resonance."

The youth's weary voice reached Clemens' ears, who stared blankly at the disappearing rainbow river, lost in thought.

Having done the last thing he needed to do, the youth finally succumbed to "exhaustion," lowering his hand.

He closed his eyes, letting gravity pull him down.

He didn't want to use any more strength or mental power.

After all, he wouldn't die from the fall.

He'd just land and rest for a while.

"Finished."

The wind whistled past Ronan's ears, his disheveled white hair whipping against his cheeks.

Ronan closed his eyes, serenely awaiting the moment he'd hit the ground.

It was over.

For him, this duel trial had ended.

He'd defeated everyone he wanted to beat, achieved every goal he'd set.

He was exhausted.

All he wanted now was to sleep.

"Thud"

A soft thud, and Ronan opened his eyes, surprised.

He hadn't hit the solid ground, but was instead being supported by a force, landing on something broad and soft.

"Good job, kid! You even defeated Clemens!

Ancient wizard bloodline, achieving such feats at late first-level, unprecedented... You're so outstanding, even I'm jealous."

The creature carrying him babbled on with endless praises.

Ronan couldn't help but interrupt.

"Shut up, Biondini! You sound like a menopausal old bat!"

"Uh..."

The silver bat's voice abruptly stopped, sulking in silence.

Ronan enjoyed the quiet for a moment, then felt Biondini pause.

Ronan propped himself up on Biondini's massive back, slightly stunned.

He found himself at a great height.

Above everyone.

Standing on Biondini's back, he gazed down, seeing Clemens, Lanny, Norno Pellin, and even Travis.

And the other Ring wizards, the white-bearded third-level wizard with a metallic staff, and several third-level wizards beside him, their faces still bearing surprise and amazement.

Ronan saw everyone, every opponent he'd defeated.

And they all looked back at him.

Every upturned face bore complex, indescribable expressions.

"Reached the top..."

Ronan murmured, the Demon Tungsten on his arm flowing into his hand, forming a black mist sword.

Ronan looked at the sword, recalling when he first received it, the scene of holding it for the first time.

He remembered telling Benigo that in his hands, the sword would shine brighter.

Now, he had achieved that.

Ronan instinctively glanced toward Benigo's secret space.

Then, he heard Biondini speak from below, "Kid, don't mind me nagging... The Ringmaster will personally crown you. Soon, a third-level projection spell will project you for absent members to remember and admire. You should tidy yourself up."

Ronan barely heard the rest of Biondini's words.

Because he felt a vast, gentle mental force from behind, from the Silver Tower above, enveloping him like gentle water.

Strange energy waves arose, milky white light points appeared, flocking to Ronan like swallows returning home.

As the light points merged with him, Ronan's mental exhaustion rapidly faded, even his depleted vitality sphere replenished a little.

Surprised, Ronan heard a unique, clear chime from deep within his mind.

Ronan sensed his mental power sphere in his mind had noticeably grown, the last bit of deficiency filled, reaching a state of complete fulfillment.

Checking his status screen, he confirmed the progress of his first-level wizard power, which was originally at 99%, now showed 100%.

Perhaps due to these strange light points, or the catalyst of intense battles, he stood at the threshold of advancing to a second-level wizard, ready to break through at any moment.

As Ronan marveled, the milky white light points vanished, replaced by countless brilliant golden light points.

He blinked, trying to touch the golden points, which passed through his fingers, leaving no effect, simply swirling around him.

In no time, countless golden points surrounded Ronan.

Simultaneously, a strong magical wave emanated from below.

A massive projection of light enveloped Ronan, and the next moment...

The image of a white-haired, blue-eyed youth was projected into the sky outside the rune array.

The youth, surrounded by golden light, was incomparably handsome, exuding nobility and composure.

Golden light gathered around him, forming one golden ring after another.

One... two... three...

Six golden rings appeared, overlapping, then shrinking to form the emblem of six rings, gently imprinting on the projection's brow, adding a mysterious and noble aura.

At that moment, it seemed all light in the world gathered on the handsome youth, his radiance even dimming the Silver Tower's rune light.

Facing the projection identical to himself, feeling the "coronation" process.

Standing on Biondini's back, Ronan silently criticized.

"So flashy."

"So embarrassing."

"Damn, charlatan!!"

High in the Seventh Ring, near the internal rune array, on a slightly glowing rune hot air balloon.

Alida, gripping a small parasol with transparent lace, gritted her teeth, cursing the merchant who convinced her to pay a week's rent for the hot air balloon.

"Said we'd definitely see it this time, the energy shield on the rune array would thin each day... Yet I've been baking in the sun for three or four days!"

"The array's energy can't fade unless its operation stops. Otherwise, the shield can't turn transparent—anyone with basic spell knowledge knows that. Didn't you notice we're the only ones left here..."

Jacob quietly explained, only for Alida to grab his arm and gnaw on it like a puppy.

"What's the use now? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Do you know how many magic stones I spent renting this balloon... chomp chomp."

"I told you, you didn't listen... Ow, Alida, easy!"

As they squabbled, a strong magical light pierced the crystalline rune array, shooting skyward.

Then, a tall, majestic humanoid projection appeared.

"Jacob, you're dead meat, uh..."

Alida, about to chew Jacob's arm, froze at the sight of the magical projection overhead.

She released Jacob's arm, staring at the sky, oblivious to the string of saliva between her mouth and his arm.

Her focus was entirely on the projection surrounded by golden light.

After a moment, she blinked, turning to Jacob, pointing skyward, asking, "Jacob, doesn't that look like Lord Ronan?"

Jacob, equally stunned, shook his head, murmuring, "I... don't know."

In a small tavern on the outskirts of the Seventh Ring City.

Red-haired Quidi lounged on an oak barstool, tapping his fingers on the table, urging, "Well, buddy, is it ready yet?"

"Wait."

The blond, blue-eyed young wizard opposite him fiddled with a card-shaped silver box, frowning, "Weird, it was supposed to transmit the battle projection.

I could see it the last couple of days.

Did the Ring forbid private spell projection during the second round? I already paid..."

"Forget it... Wasted my time."

Seeing no progress, Quidi stood, yawning.

"You probably got scammed by the same people who rented spell airships on the first day of the duel. They likely gave you old projections...

Nothing much to see.

We can't even enter the Ring, and the geniuses inside... are beyond us."

Red-haired Quidi spoke, heading for the tavern exit.

Just then, the door burst open.

"Boom!"

A tall, thin man, face alight with excitement, pointed outside, urging, "Outside... come see outside."

A stir arose in the tavern, many wizards heading out.

Curious, Quidi and the blond wizard followed, stepping onto a street crowded with people.

Everyone gazed skyward, occasionally gasping in awe.

Quidi and the wizards exiting the tavern looked up, seeing a massive, brilliant projection in the Seventh Ring's inner circle, projected over the rune array.

A white-haired, blue-eyed youth, surrounded by golden light, handsome and noble, epitomized the "chosen one."

Jealousy, admiration, astonishment, indifference...

Reactions varied among the scattered wizards, some gazing fervently, others longing, while some glanced and returned to the tavern.

Only Quidi, standing among the crowd, trembled as if struck by lightning, frozen with shock.

"Hey, buddy."

After several breaths, Quidi calmed, pointing at the sky, softly telling the person beside him, "I say... that guy's my friend. We used to drink together—believe me?"

The blond wizard glanced disdainfully at Quidi, sneering, "Come on, Quidi, that's not funny.

Your friend?

That's a six-ring genius!

Six rings!!"

"Yeah, six rings..."

Quidi gazed skyward, murmuring, "How many years since the Seventh Ring had a six-ring genius... Six rings... Who was I associating with?"

Muttering, Quidi resumed his casual demeanor, slapping the blond wizard's shoulder, laughing, "Thought I'd fool you!

No one would believe that."

"Drink up, my treat. To... an old friend's celebration!"

The two turned back to the tavern.

Ronan's six-ring coronation, projected over the vast Seventh Ring City, swept through like a storm.

Including the wizards, apprentices, ordinary people living on the city's outskirts, and the floating islands around the Silver Tower.

Ronan Damien's name was etched in many minds today.

As his genius reputation spread through his achievements, causing ripples, Ronan stood at the Silver Tower's entrance, tidying his appearance.

Demon Tungsten transformed into silver scissors, trimming his nearly ankle-length white hair.

The strands fell on the gray stone pavement, snow-white and crystalline, like a first-level beast's moonlight spider silk.

Once finished, Ronan used mental power to gather ice energy particles, forming a mirror of cold ice.

The mirror reflected a youth in a silver-white robe with six-ring insignia, tall, handsome, with blue eyes and well-groomed white hair.

Young, vibrant, calm, and composed.

His duels were over, but others' trials continued.

Ronan was about to ascend the tower, to meet its master—the Seventh Ring Ringmaster.

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