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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Three:
These black-robed figures were composed entirely of Black Bugs. After receiving the giant's command, they all disbanded and transformed back into insects, swiftly flying away like a swirling mass of gray-black mist.
Before long, any creatures that had not managed to escape in the distance seemed to have their bodies corroded upon contact with this mist, almost instantly turning into Skeletons.
Even the creatures hidden underground were no exception.
In an instant, a thick smell of blood filled the area.
The ground had stopped shaking. Freya released her grip on the ancient tree and looked at the scene of various creatures fleeing in confusion from afar.
Suddenly, she felt an indescribable fear rising within her for no apparent reason.
It was as if something terrifying had just emerged from the earth.
This feeling stemmed from instinct, a vague premonition of danger that came with an increase in her level of life.
She furrowed her brow slightly, quickly tidied up her belongings, and then ran straight toward the entrance of the area.
Although she possessed a strong curiosity and thirst for knowledge, she also understood that some things were simply asking for death if approached out of curiosity.
The extremely dangerous aura drove all creatures in the Biological Zone away like a plague.
The billowing smoke generated by the mass movement of creatures made Freya frown slightly as she ran among them.
Just moments ago, she had even spotted several large, colorful fish darting through the crowd, flapping their four fins as they flew low to the ground.
The immense energy emanating from them made even her heart race with unease.
However, these powerful flying fish seemed to sense something, appearing panicked as they quickly vanished from Freya's sight.
"What could possibly cause this?"
Buzz, crack!
A sharp sound of rapidly flapping wings echoed in the distance.
Accompanying this sound was the noise of something hitting the ground.
Freya instinctively turned her head while running at full speed.
In her line of sight, a large mass of strange Black-Red Mist was rapidly approaching her direction.
This mist seemed to possess a consciousness; once it made contact with a creature, it would quickly envelop it, leaving behind only scattered bones in no time.
There was barely enough time for a scream to escape before it silently consumed its prey, leaving only the faint sound of bones clattering.
This bizarre scene sent a chill rising from Freya's feet.
Although there was still a considerable distance, the speed of the strange mist was astonishingly swift.
Seeing this, Freya quickly turned back. Without a second thought, she unleashed her energy and cast an acceleration spell on herself.
Within a swirl of Azure Wind, her speed increased rapidly, soon surpassing several bizarre creatures.
"Damn it, what has happened in this area!?"
As she ran, Freya ignored everything else and focused solely on increasing her speed. She recalled seeing several heavily armored Red Rhinos being engulfed by the mist when she turned her head earlier.
Their hard Leather Armor and the built-in Power Field were nothing more than decorations. They provided no protection at all, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pile of bones.
If it were her, she probably wouldn't last long either.
She ran at full speed, the roaring wind whistling past her ears, her golden hair trailing behind her due to her velocity.
Fortunately, she had been lingering not too far from the entrance for safety's sake. As she ran, the solitary wooden door appeared before her.
The creatures around seemed to be restricted by some force, avoiding the wooden door entirely and instead fleeing further away.
Soon, she touched the solid wooden door.
With a bang, she hurriedly pushed it open and darted outside.
A cold wind mixed with the bitter scent of weeds rushed toward her. Freya glanced back at the now chaotic Biological Zone; the strange mist behind had become so thick that it obscured the sun.
The red sky seemed to dim gradually due to these changes, as if it might collapse at any moment.
"The areas within the secret realm are separate spaces; these things shouldn't be able to come out, right?"
Although she had escaped, Freya's face was still somewhat pale, as if she had been washed over by water.
Just as she was about to close the wooden door behind her, she suddenly felt it shake.
A trace of Black Ash color had quietly crept up to the bottom of the wooden door without her noticing.
Freya looked down and discovered that those traces were actually extremely fine Black Insects, their sharp mandibles gnawing at the wooden door.
A gray powder quickly began to accumulate.
"Are those the bugs that looked like flowing water earlier?"
Freya instinctively took a step back, her azure eyes filled with uncertainty as she recalled the large area of black and red mist at the entrance.
Suddenly, she thought of something, slammed the wooden door shut, and quickly ran toward the exit of the secret realm.
"To think that even the spatial entrance can be devoured by this secret realm..."
Freya vaguely sensed that something terrifying was happening in this secret realm, and this presence was rapidly consuming all living beings within it at an alarming rate, with the Biological Zone being the first.
'Zzzz'
Suddenly, a faint sound came from her hand.
While running with her head down, Freya raised her hand and saw that an ice-blue Skybird Mark on her index fingernail was quickly darkening and then slowly disappearing.
The rapid change of the mark made Freya's heart sink.
"Roy is dead?"
She clenched her fist, a complex expression flashing in her eyes, and then her already swift pace increased once more.
After running at her limit for over ten minutes, the entrance to the secret realm appeared before her.
The excessive strain on her physical and mental strength made her chest feel as if it were on fire.
In the tranquil forest.
Two yellow-furred Squirrels were chasing each other playfully on the branches, while beneath them, a grayish-white Gray Wolf yawned. Under its body were several Black Ash wolves nursing.
The afternoon sun filtered through layers of leaves, casting circular patches of light on the ground, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere.
Suddenly, a strange sound echoed from the forest.
The Gray Wolf, who had been about to enjoy a leisurely nap, perked up its ears, raised its head, and curiously turned its gaze toward a large tree.
Another faint sound followed.
This made the Gray Wolf alertly rise to its feet, emitting a low warning growl, while the nearby Wolf Cubs instinctively huddled behind Mother Wolf.
The two Squirrels in the tree also stopped playing and quietly watched the scene.
Suddenly, a pale hand appeared without warning, followed by a Blonde Woman clad in Red Chainmail, as if she had stepped out of thin air.
The dim environment instantly brightened, causing her to instinctively raise her hand to shield her eyes.
The surroundings gradually eased her tense body and mind.
She pressed her hand against her rapidly beating chest, gazing with complex emotions at the empty Secret Realm Entrance.
"Finally out."
What was supposed to be a peaceful exploration of the secret realm had resulted in only three out of five returning—one missing and one dead.
This can be considered a fifty percent chance of death. Even she felt it was not worth it. Moreover, those two were both Official Wizards.
For a moment, Freya felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.
The dangers of this world are often not immediately apparent; perhaps a journey that seems completely safe could be the end of life. This is something even powerful wizards cannot avoid.
After all, before seemingly powerful wizards, there are many even more formidable existences.
To survive here, one must either find a stable place to live a quiet life or strive to become strong enough that no one can threaten their life.
"Sigh."
With a light sigh, Freya glanced at the Gray Wolf nearby, which was protecting its cubs. She paid it no further mind and took a moment to rest before retracing her steps back to the town.
...
Three days later.
In the manor by the lake.
In a relatively spacious room, Freya was expressionlessly carving numerous runes into the ground.
On the table beside her was a beaker covered with black cloth, from which faint thumping sounds emanated.
The effects of the compressed potion had pushed her mental strength to a certain limit, and invisible waves of mental energy continuously spread out from her body.
The runes moved restlessly with the dispersing mental energy, as if absorbing some substance from it.
Freya, however, paid no attention to this and remained focused on the Rune Array on the ground.
Many plan to directly sprint to the Liquefied Sorceress level from the lowest tier, but few succeed.
This requires not only preparation but also a certain amount of luck and courage.
The impact of such a leap, if it fails, can have extremely serious consequences.
Although it is not as life-threatening as a level promotion, there are certainly aftereffects, and it may also affect future growth.
There is a possibility that one might remain stuck at the same level for a lifetime.
However, Freya had already made her decision. She knew her talent was not exceptional; if she were to advance step by step, it would not only consume a significant amount of her physical potential but also shorten her future journey.
Through her studies at Crimson Eagle, Freya had roughly concluded the maximum limit of Third Rank aptitude from similar wizarding texts—at most, she could only reach Second-Level Wizard.
Even though Second-Level Wizard already belongs to the ranks of some major Wizarding Organizations' veterans, it was still too little for Freya.
She had witnessed the immense Storm Leviathan, experienced the wonders of various secret realms, encountered the incomprehensible mysteries of other worlds, and seen many things she had never encountered before.
For her, Second Level was far from enough, let alone the truth that all wizards pursue.
Thus, for the sake of her obsession, she had been making efforts, even the smallest ones.
Continuously carving out two hours of Freya's time, her face turned pale as she straightened her body.
Without resting, she walked to the table and lifted the black cloth covering the Beaker. Inside was a deep blue liquid that churned without any flames beneath it.
It seemed as if something inside was about to emerge.
Freya murmured a spell, her hands slowly covering the Beaker. Two Azure runes lit up in her palms.
Before long, it seemed that the boiling liquid gradually settled down.
Seeing the liquid calm down, Freya quickly took out a white flower from her bosom, crushed it swiftly, and sprinkled it on top.
"Chirp!"
A loud bird call suddenly came from the beaker, and at the surface of the now stable light blue liquid, something bird-shaped seemed to struggle to fly out of the beaker.
Freya looked at the struggling Bluebird in the beaker, calmly extended a finger, and gently flicked it.
With a puff, a thin azure line instantly sliced across the Bluebird's neck. The Bluebird, which had been struggling just moments ago, fell still and merged back into the liquid.
The originally deep blue liquid quickly turned red after the Bluebird's demise, then shifted to a greenish hue, eventually revealing a strange bird pattern adorned with blue feathers.
Freya gazed at the pattern with satisfaction and murmured to herself.
"The Venom Lizard's Flower Stamen combined with the Windwing Bird's Heart should increase the chances a bit."
Glancing back at the newly inscribed Rune Array on the ground, Freya took a deep breath and pulled out an azure stone from her waist, tossing it directly into the center of the magic circle.
With a snap, the still runes began to rotate automatically as the azure crystal was embedded, resembling a massive whirlpool spinning continuously.
This rotation lasted for three minutes before finally coming to a halt.
At this moment, the center of the Rune Array transformed into an image of a fierce goat head with prominent horns.
The spiral patterns on the goat head's horns were filled with constantly shifting runes and letters, while its crimson eyes seemed alive as they stared directly at Freya.
This goat head represented Freya's Wizard's Mark; all the formulae of runic lines that composed it contained all her knowledge. It had also once served as her magic circle for advancing to become a wizard.
At this moment, Freya felt a strange sensation as if she were staring directly at herself.
After calming her emotions slightly, Freya picked up the Beaker from the table and examined the pattern on it, revealing a hint of determination in her eyes.
She tilted her head back and immediately drank all the liquid inside.
In an instant, Freya felt her mental energy boiling, as if the already maximally compressed spirit was surging once again.
A sharp pain throbbed in her head, causing her to frown slightly.
Looking at the Goat Mark that was watching her, Freya walked directly to the center of the magic circle and sat down.
"Then let's begin!"
In a hoarse voice, Freya's right eye revealed Azure runes, and at the same time, her spirit began to involuntarily compress within the magic circle.
"Step one!"
Under Freya's control, her mental energy started to rotate according to its unique rhythm, gradually forming complex shapes in conjunction with the magic circle. As she controlled it, these segmented and rotating mental imprints began to further connect. (To be continued...)
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