"Dawn?!"
"No, his Primal Spirit hasn't been nurtured yet, but how can his mental power be so vast and formidable?!"
The moment Ronan released his suppressed mental force field, it was as if a small sun had blossomed in the sky. The void above the silver metal platform collapsed, light twisted, and countless people were shocked and horrified.
Even the seven Dawn Wizards of the Star School were stirred, their expressions slightly changing.
In terms of the quality of mental power alone, the intensity Ronan displayed at this moment was almost on par with some fourth-tier wizards who had just entered the Dawn realm.
"And he clearly hasn't entered the Forbidden Mist Zone. It's simply unbelievable."
Faced with this overwhelming mental pressure, the previously confident Zephyrin's expression froze. Before he could react, he saw a dense golden color rapidly surge out from beneath Ronan's Wizard Robe, coalescing into nine incredibly thick golden tentacles behind him.
Each tentacle was covered with densely packed suction cups, each one a sharp gear spinning at high speed, continuously dripping golden magma.
"Rip—"
The nine golden tentacles suddenly vanished, and the terrifying golden shadow that had previously forced Zephyrin back reappeared—this time, there were nine of them! In Zephyrin's vision, the sky before him was silently and abruptly sliced into countless pieces. A strange chill surged from his heart, making his scalp tingle instantly.
"Star Cage! Pentagram Cage!"
Zephyrin barely had time to think. Instinct drove him to quickly chant a spell, his amethyst staff drawing a pentagram in the void. Countless bright starlight beams shot out, forming one pentagram after another. All the pentagrams combined, rapidly weaving a far more intricate and exquisite starlight cage around him.
"Boom!"
The defensive Star Cage Zephyrin had just erected exploded abruptly the moment it formed.
The nine golden tentacles, like the tentacles of some indescribable ancient being, coiled around the collapsing Pentagram Cage layer by layer. The terrifying forces of heat and cutting contracted inward, the void shattered, and the escaping energy waves formed a fearsome gale on the platform, tearing everything apart.
Zephyrin's face turned pale, like a teetering meteor. Just before the Star Cage around him completely collapsed, a gemstone necklace around his neck floated up and then exploded.
Zephyrin's body fully extended, and countless baby-mouth-sized gaps abruptly split open on the skin of his cheeks, neck, and limbs. Each gap seemed to hide a rotating eyeball.
Countless beams of strong light shot out from these gaps, and he almost turned into a pure light source.
"Star Prime!"
The unrecognizable Zephyrin roared, his dazzling hands raising the amethyst staff. The countless streams of starlight surrounding him converged, and a vast, majestic law domain expanded, quickly pushing away the intertwined golden tentacles and coalescing into a giant phantom composed of countless bright dots and lines.
Around the giant, immense energy rippled like water, each ripple reflecting a strange scene of twinkling stars. From an observer's perspective, it was as if a vast, brilliant starry sky was slowly spreading out.
The giant reached out to grab Ronan, but not a single ripple of emotion appeared on Ronan's face.
"[Spirit Maya - Silver Body]!"
A calm voice came from Ronan's mouth. More Ithium surged out from beneath his Wizard Robe, accompanied by a strange magical fluctuation. A large amount of Ithium alloy constructed a body with eight silver wings in front of Ronan.
"Boom!"
The giant starry phantom's palm slammed heavily onto the silver-winged body, generating large cracks. But before Zephyrin, who had cast this spell, could feel a moment of joy, Ronan had already lightly tapped his own forehead with a finger.
"[Spirit Maya - Brass Head]!"
"Hum—"
In an instant, Ronan's entire body seemed to transform into a massive vortex.
Countless brass-colored ripples spread from his body, and within the ripples, an indescribable sound arose. It was like the screech of rusted metal, the suppressed roar of an ancient beast, and the whispered murmurs of something indescribable. Zephyrin, swept by the brass ripples, saw his radiant form instantly dim. He almost dropped his amethyst staff, clutching his head with both hands. The starry giant phantom he had summoned also became illusory and blurry.
"Ghasat~ Dar!"
Ronan, enveloped by the eight silver wings, chanted softly, uttering ancient words from the Golden Country.
In an instant, a brilliant glow rose from beneath Ronan's feet, quickly dyeing the void around him in a dreamy, golden hue.
A massive, lion-like head emerged out of thin air, slowly merging with the silver body below and the nine golden tentacles.
"Boom!"
As the golden color in the sky reached its most dazzling point, a massive, ancient, and mysterious body fully formed—an Ancient Savage Lion Head, Eight-Winged Harpy Body, and Chainsaw Tentacles.
Ronan stood at the center of this gigantic spell phantom, eight resplendent golden wings spreading out behind him. An indescribable, terrifying aura radiated outward. In an instant, all the brilliance of the starlight in the sky was extinguished, the starry giant phantom collapsed, and Zephyrin's body trembled violently before plummeting downward like a falling star.
Everyone stared fixedly at Zephyrin's falling figure and the familiar yet unfamiliar Ronan, surrounded by golden light.
Zephyrin, hailed as the most outstanding disciple of the Star School in five hundred years, a genius wizard who could single-handedly suppress three Ring Masters of the Silver Magic Ring, had been utterly defeated by Ronan in just two exchanges.
Completely suppressed from start to finish, an overwhelming disparity in every aspect.
When the news of Ronan's victory in the Herams Genius Competition spread back, the entire Silver Magic Ring was stunned. It was a long-lasting celebration, with all the wizards of the Silver Magic Ring shocked, amazed, and incredulous at Ronan's strength. Those dazzling rumors, however, felt unreal and insubstantial to many.
Now that Ronan had returned, the dream had become reality, and they suddenly realized that Ronan's strength even surpassed the descriptions in the rumors! At this moment, not only the ordinary Ring Wizards but even the Ring Masters were momentarily struck speechless.
The phantom of Spirit Maya slowly dissipated. Ronan stood at the center of the receding energy tide, becoming the focal point of countless gazes in the world. Yet, his entire focus was almost entirely on the armlet on his right arm.
"Buzz—"
The Law-Enforcer Armlet from Herams vibrated incessantly.
Ronan's eyes were closed, his mind reflecting the vast, boundless "starry sky" within the armlet's space. At its center, a core rune resembling a planet was glowing.
Every detail of its pattern was illuminated, as if it was slowly awakening from "slumber."
It responded fervently to Ronan, conveying a sense of joy at finally finding its rightful place after countless years.
"I should have realized it sooner."
Ronan murmured softly.
Someone as great and legendary as Herams would undoubtedly leave behind his own "legacy will" in his inheritance.
If "[Alchemist Schbiert's] Golden Country" represented a pure and brilliant dream,
then Herams's [Law-Enforcer] inheritance represented his ambition to command all magic! Herams was too proud.
He possessed an unparalleled ambition—he wanted to be the true Law-Controlling King! He looked down on everything, seeking to rise above all wizards! He anticipated endless opponents to help him comprehend and collect all forms of magic. Herams's entire life was a battle, and the vast sea of runes within the armlet's space was the best testament to his achievements.
He was the Law-Controlling Wizard among Law-Controlling Wizards!
This unyielding "arrogance"—that refused to retreat, devoured galaxies, disdained all, and viewed every opponent as nourishment—was the key to gaining Herams's legacy recognition!
This was also... the real reason he had decided to return to the Silver Magic Ring at this time and face the wizards of the Star School!
At this moment, Ronan felt his consciousness undergoing some wondrous transformation. His soul was rapidly being cleansed in a mysterious way.
Within the armlet's space, the massive, planet-like mysterious rune finally fully revealed its entirety to Ronan. Seven blazing figures descended from the sky like the sun. At the forefront, Frant, with a peculiar expression, stared intently at the young figure with closed eyes, who was in some subtle state.
"I heard that the southern wizard world has produced a once-in-a-millennium prodigy. I've always been curious to see."
Frant walked toward the figure, speaking. Suddenly, he saw the still figure in his vision slowly extend a finger toward him.
In an instant, Frant and the six other Dawn Wizards of the Star School all felt an inexplicable, chilling sensation.
The next second, the heavens changed.
The endless free energy particles in the world surged like a tidal wave, converging to a single point.
Where the young figure's finger pointed, a point of extreme darkness quietly appeared, then rapidly expanded.
Countless black thunderbolts rolled down from the sky, yet strangely, not a single sound was made. The once bright light was completely swallowed, and the void, like paper, abruptly collapsed inward.
A dense, Forbidden Magic Domain aura continuously spread and grew in the void. Frant and the others' faces changed wildly, silently roaring. Each of them radiated the powerful glow of Dawn Tier spells. Yet, all this light seemed dim and insignificant under the expanding, twisted black sun-like black hole.
The world seemed to lose all its light, plunging into absolute darkness. When all the commotion finally subsided, the world returned to normal.
Frant and the others reappeared, their faces filled with an indescribable, extreme shock.
They looked up in disbelief, only to find that the young wizard who had pointed at them from afar had now opened his eyes.
In those azure, nearly purple eyes, Frant and the others seemed to see the reflection of an entire vast starry sky. Vaguely, a complex and profound rune, unlike anything they had ever seen, floated within.
"Now, have you seen?"
The young wizard calmly gazed at Frant, speaking in a calm voice. "Had I been born ten years earlier... today, you would all be buried beneath the Silver Magic Ring."
Frant and the others' expressions froze, their faces constantly shifting, but for a long time, none of them spoke.
In a quiet room surrounded by bookshelves, soft light spilled down. Ronan sat quietly at a wooden table, watching a group of tiny, gray, winged creatures the size of fingers run around noisily, as if joyfully celebrating some festival.
The Dust Sprite girl he had named Arrietty was tightly embracing two older Dust Sprites, a couple, tears streaming down their faces. Even though less than half a year had passed since he last left this attic space, it felt like an eternity.
Seeing Arrietty reunite with her Dust Sprite kin made this feeling even stronger.
Looking past the Dust Sprites, Ronan's gaze fell on the wooden grain of the table, lost in thought.
Now, all he needed to do was slightly close his eyes, and an extremely profound and complex rune pattern would clearly appear in his mind.
This rune was the core rune within Herams's Law-Enforcer Armlet, and its name was—[Law-Controlling].
The rune's effect was simple: it maximally enhanced energy-based spells.
Ronan estimated that using the Law-Enforcer Armlet now could amplify the power of his [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] spell by about a hundredfold.
By activating the armlet, he could gather a hundred times more free energy particles than normal, allowing [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] to transform into [Taboo. Black Hole]! A simple, pure, yet terrifyingly powerful enhancement!
Though the cost was significant.
Using it once would instantly drain Ronan's mental power, which was already a hundred times greater than a normal late third-tier wizard. Even with the support of [Clarity Realm], it would take a considerable amount of time to fully recover.
It felt like he had returned to his apprentice days when he had just comprehended the supernatural law domain [Particle Torrent].
Life seemed to be a strange cycle.
"By fully 'taming' the Law-Enforcer Armlet, I finally have a freely usable, Taboo-level spell as my trump card."
However, this trump card was entirely tied to the Law-Enforcer Armlet. If Ronan lost this legendary Magical Artifact, he would immediately revert to his original state.
Perhaps because of his long practice of [Ascetic Body Forging], or the hardships he endured during his apprentice days, Ronan had always believed in "all power deriving from oneself." He deeply distrusted "power" gained through external means.
This was also why he rarely relied on Magical Artifacts or equipment in battle.
"Servants will die, artifacts will break, potions will run out... Only the power derived from the body, will, and soul is truly one's own."
So now, Ronan's thought was—could he engrave this [Law-Controlling] rune as his Soul Rune within his Mental Power Crystal?
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