Warlock of the Magus World 1-596

by Wen Chao Gong

  “Aaron?” He furrowed his brows, and then looked at the woman behind him. “Is this that Aaron?”

  “Yes!” The young woman nodded and grabbed the young man’s hand, “But I no longer have any relationship with him. I was the one to suggest that he go to Dolon. Did you forget that?”

  “Ah, yes, that did happen!” The young noble patted his head.

  Aaron, who was watching this, looked increasingly gloomy.

  “I don’t care how you came back. Just remember this—she’s mine. Behave, or else…”

  The young man yawned, bored. Waving Aaron away just as one would a beggar, he prepared to leave. The surrounding acolytes all snickered, matching his actions.

  “Hehe, what a great show!” Aaron suddenly lifted his head, and the spiritual force of an official Magus suddenly burst out of his body, sweeping across the area.

  Many of the acolytes were paralyzed and fell to the ground, not even daring to move.

  “Ah… An official Magus!” The young noble’s expression changed, while the facial muscles of the woman twitched.

  She had never imagined that the trash she’d abandoned would one day come this far.

  Her regret lasted only a moment before it morphed into fear and resentment.

  ‘Destroy him! Destroy him!’

  She may feel betrayal and resentment now, but such was the truth. The young woman’s expression distorted further.

  “Which Magus has arrived?”

  *Xiu!* A black figure flashed, and all of a sudden, a white-haired old man appeared.

  “Mentor, I’m back!” Aaron bowed towards this old man.

  “Ah! You- You’re Aaron!” The old man rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen an illusion.

  ……

  A few hours later, in the old man’s office.

  “Haha, this is great! Not only have you regained your innate talent, you’ve also used the simplified version of Blazing Heart to advance into an official Magus, and even accumulated enough merits points to return…”

  The old man’s face was flushed red, and it was evident that he had communicated with the people at Dolon.

  While Aaron accompanied him in his laughter, he was sneering deep inside.

  Information about him was not a secret. If his mentor had been keeping tabs on him, then he would long since have found out. This display meant that this ‘mentor’ of his had assumed he would die at Dolon and had long since given up on him.

  However, he was an adult who had experienced a decade in the warzone. He had long since grown adept at hiding his inner emotions.

  “Mentor, I would like to apply for access to train in Blazing Heart, as well as the treatment that official Magi in the guild have!” Aaron spoke indifferently.

  “Ah, that’s right! You should train in that since the simplified version is useless after you become an official Magus!”

  The old Magus nodded, “As long as you pass the test to confirm your meditation technique, everything you request will be granted!”

  Aaron touched the black ring on his finger and laughed nonchalantly. Techniques to check for the aura of a meditation technique were invented by these guilds to screen traitors and spies.

  Deep down, he was communicating with Merlin, “Grandpa Merlin, why do we have to ask for Blazing Heart?”

  Over the past ten years, as Merlin saved Aaron’s life multiple times and taught him a lot, the two had grown very close.’

  “Even if you train in Sacred Flame, you’ll still need to put up a front!”

  Merlin appeared in Aaron’s mind in the form of an old wise man as he slowly explained the situation, “You were initially a worthless acolyte without a high-grade meditation technique. If you didn’t gain a guild’s high-grade meditation technique as a front, how else would you explain your advancement from now? Also, don’t forget the guild’s resources. I have a magic artifact’s blueprint for you. If you can craft it, it will definitely increase your strength by a huge margin!”

  “What magic artifact?” Merlin’s words piqued Aaron’s curiosity.

  “Meteor Sword, a high-grade magic artifact. Although I still have the designs of more powerful artifacts, they’re all too much for you right now…” Merlin said nonchalantly.

  Aaron nodded. With his current strength as an official Magus, it was practically impossible for him to make magic artifacts. Only rank 2 Magi had the opportunity to have a high-grade magic artifact, and for him to get one this early was already very lucky.

  “I have to help find Grandpa Merlin’s other fragments sooner.” Aaron was currently feeling extremely proud of his achievements.

  ……

  [Beep! Recorded the high-grade meditation technique, Blazing Flame. Saving into high-grade meditation technique database!]

  A few days later, the A.I. Chip prompted thus. Aaron had received the high-grade meditation technique, which meant that Leylin got it as well.

  Although Leylin salivated over the power of destiny, the high-grade meditation techniques of other guilds still attracted him greatly.

  Other than to keep away unwanted suspicions, this was another reason he didn’t use his own acolytes for this experiment.

  As a bonus, Leylin was now bringing into reality the sword he had designed.

  Meteor Sword was a Warlock-exclusive weapon he had designed for himself. He had drawn inspiration for it from Rays of Dawn, the middle-grade magic artifact of the south coast. He had spent much time and effort on it, and it could be said that most of the time he had spent in Potter Town had been dedicated to this experiment.

  However, the materials for this Warlock-exclusive weapon were far too hard to find. Even Leylin did not possess all of them.

  Hence, he intentionally disseminated the blueprint parts to his ‘apprentices’ learning Sacred Flame, using them to gather the materials.

  Their ability to see the future gave them a high success rate at this.

  “I also lack some raw materials for my potions. I can get them to look for those as well!” Leylin touched his chin and had an idea.

  The seeds he had planted were now beginning to bear fruit. Through distributing numerous ‘grandpas,’ he had picked out a few talented acolytes and taught them the modified version of Sacred Flame. He was now gathering all the information from their foresight without being anywhere near them. After collating all the information, Leylin managed to roughly discern what the future held.

  He had even seen himself in some of the acolytes’ predictions. Of course, these scenes were all intercepted, so the acolytes were unable to receive them.

  Suddenly, Leylin’s brows furrowed.

  He saw a scene in front of him. A blonde female acolyte’s eyes were rolling back, her body trembling uncontrollably.

  Scattered images were sent to Leylin.

  Longbottom Strikes

  In the many scattered images, there was also a figure that Leylin was extremely familiar with.

  “Baelin?” A smile crept upon his lips.

  ……

  “Are you sure it’s here?” Baelin asked, swallowing hard. The pitch-black hole in front of him seemed like the mouth of some weird creature. The aura on his body rose rapidly, nearly exceeding the limits of a regular human.

  “We dark elves get all our Underground Winter Spiders from this hallowed place. It is where the Underground Winter Spider Emperor lives. Do you really think I’d risk my life to bring you here if I wasn’t sure?” Memphis rolled his eyes.

  “As long as you can kill or dominate it, the Underground Winter Spider knights would immediately fall apart, and this war might just end,” he said with a sigh.

  “How powerful is that Underground Winter Spider Emperor?” Baelin felt uncomfortable looking at the hole as if he had been laid bare before someone’s eyes.

  “At least rank 2!” Memphis waved his arms, “But luckily, it’s deep in slumber right now, and won’t notice you.”

  “I can’t help, though,” he added, “Any dark elves who’ve si
gned contracts with Underground Winter Spiders will wake it up as soon as they enter the vicinity!”

  Not all ancient creatures were at the Morning Star realm. Morning Star Magi were considered formidable even in ancient times, so how could such strong creatures be common?

  Baelin and Memphis had a very simple plan: they would either kill the Underground Winter Spider Emperor or force it to submit, a move so drastic which would cause enough damage to the dark elves’ military that they would be forced to withdraw,

  “…Fine,” Baelin huffed.

  He turned and said, “I’m ready. Come!” In front of him was a bizarre lump of meatball that looked like a huge poached egg. What was even more terrifying was the presence of dozens of eyes on the thing, all open and staring at Baelin without blinking.

  “How many times must I tell you? Even if you received my owner’s inheritance and advanced to become a rank 1 Magus, the current you are far from an opponent for rank 2 Magi. Leave alone you, even with me joining the fray, we won’t survive this encounter!” The lump said, blinking. It had the delicate voice of a child.

  “That was an order!” Baelin’s expression darkened.

  “Alright, alright! Whatever! I finally find a new owner, and he turns out to be an idiot!” The egg-like creature shook its head.

  With the order given, it shot over to Baelin’s body, extending countless meaty feelers that fused with him. Baelin grew much larger than before as the meat solidified and formed a dull red armour patterned with tens of eyes, something that made it seem very mysterious.

  The moment the armour formed, Baelin’s aura broke through the limits of humans, stabilising at the strength of an official Magus.

  “This map and amulet have been passed down from generation to generation. I wish you luck in this venture!” Memphis sincerely blessed him.

  “Thank you!” Baelin answered, a pair of metallic large red wings spreading behind him before he charged into the hole.

  The journey to escort Memphis back home had been arduous. Baelin, Jenny, and the dark elf faced danger after danger, all while being hunted down by people from both sides.

  Fortunately, they had managed to survive the ordeal and infiltrate the Dark Elven Empire, getting him to a safe area. In addition, Baelin had acquired a unique inheritance which had led him along the path of a Bio Booster, a branch of ancient Magi.

  After gaining this inheritance, Baelin’s progress soared, until he became an official Magus.

  With the Bio Boosting armour that he had obtained and inherited as well, his strength was beyond that of a regular official Magus.

  The moment he jumped into the hole, he suddenly felt as if the coin he hung around his neck heated up…

  In the laboratory.

  Leylin glanced at the golden crystal in his hands. Golden liquid now occupied more than half the volume within and appeared to be glittering splendidly.

  “As expected of the child of destiny. This rate of improvement is something even I might not be able to match!” Leylin sighed.

  Back then, he had tested Baelin for his aptitude, but it had appeared to be meagre. It was basically impossible for him to advance to be an official Magus.

  In addition, Leylin was only teaching him out of curiosity and playfulness, and would naturally not impart knowledge only Magi were privy to.

  Now though, destiny had played its hand. Baelin’s strength was growing boundlessly, to the point that he could now affect the results of the war.

  In ancient times, the spread of ideas between different worlds, as well as the creativity and tolerance of ancient Magi, had led to the formation of many different branches. Some examples were Bloodline Warlocks, Elemental Bards, Branded Swordsmen, Steel Knights, and even the recently rediscovered Bio Boosters.

  Leylin recalled the information he had recently found from an ancient volume about Bio Boosters.

  These ancient Magi were extremely strange and required their inheritors to have the aptitude to become both Knights and Magi.

  In addition, they had to have Bio Boosting armour!

  After obtaining the armour, a Bio Booster’s strength would rise sharply, and after fusing, the armor would automatically change the body of the host; this strengthened them continuously.

  In addition, this armour could be inherited. The moment a Bio Booster gained the armour left behind by a higher ranked Bio Booster, they would immediately gain more strength.

  In Leylin’s eyes, Baelin was quite suited to become a Bio Booster.

  “Destiny…”

  Leylin sniggered and left the laboratory.

  ……

  “Fendix, thank you for the hearts of Earthen Fiends. I’ll make it up to you for whatever I haven’t paid you!”

  Holding a cup of coffee, Leylin chatted with Magus Fendix, who was in front of him.

  “These are all small matters. You don’t need to be so polite!” Fendix laughed but did not reject him. Magi were quite clear about this.

  “I just came out from the laboratory. How is the situation with the war?” Leylin asked after some small talk.

  “It’s still the same. The tripartite defense is barely holding off the matriarchs. All our manpower is being whittled away.” Fendix’s expression showed his excitement.

  “Quite a few darkness creatures have been eliminated. The regions we’ve given up already are enough for them to proliferate, so they’ve begun to show signs of retreat. All sorts of voices are already sounding among the inner circles of the dark elves. Although the matriarchs are currently suppressing them, they, too, have to worry about the repercussions of such an act…”

  Leylin nodded. He knew that there were dissenting voices among the dark elves, and then there were Baelin’s actions as well.

  “I reckon that if there aren’t any large changes, this war will end within five years!” Fendix seemed to heave a sigh of relief.

  This conclusion was about the same as what Leylin had come up with, and he nodded as well.

  *Bang!*

  The door to the parlor was suddenly pushed open, and a female rank 2 Magus entered, looking grim.

  “Something’s happened in the north!”

  ……

  A while earlier…

  Potti City was the center of the north’s defense. The human armies, backed by numerous Magi, confronted the coalition of darkness creatures and dark elves at that location.

  A young Magus passed through a long paved pathway and arrived before a golden door.

  “Magus Longbottom, is anything wrong?” the two Magi at the golden door asked.

  “I have something pressing to report. Please let me see Lord Yade!” Longbottom looked to be in a hurry.

  “Something pressing to report? Fine! We’ll pass on the message!” The two Magi exchanged a glance, and one of them immediately ran inside.

  A moment later, the Magus returned and nodded, “Lord Yade is willing to see you!”

  Longbottom immediately entered through the door.

  Behind the golden door was a large room, with a milky-white radiance around it.

  A Magus that looked very youthful wore a loose and comfortable robe and was sitting behind a large writing table.

  “Longbottom greets the great protector of the North!” Longbottom respectfully greeted while half-kneeling.

  “It’s little Longbottom! What’s wrong?” An aged voice was produced from the young man’s mouth.

  “I found a small group of dark elves while on patrol. I discovered this after the fight!” Longbottom respectfully held a black scroll above his head.

  A streak of blue light flashed, and it scanned the scroll up and down.

  “No abnormal energy reactions! Level of danger: 0!” A gentle female voice sounded, and Longbottom trembled. He knew this was the voice of a spirit genie.

  “Let me see!” With a wave of the young man’s arm, the scroll in Longbottom’s arms flew to the table and was unfurled.

  Something that looked like a map appeared in fro
nt of the young man’s eyes, with all sorts of red markings appearing all over it.

  “Oh? This is?”

  Magus Yade began to look grim, his body automatically leaning forward.

  Suddenly, the situation changed!

  A translucent black seed appeared from the map and turned into a ray of light, entering Yade’s forehead.