Chapter 139: Kiss Of Death
The higher the Spell Level, the stronger the power, but the fewer in quantity.
This is inevitable; creating a stable and powerful Spell is extremely difficult. The current Spell system is also thanks to those brilliant Wizards in history.
Anse had just leveled up and could already master six Fourth-Circle Spells; any Spellcaster would be envious upon hearing this.
【Spells: Banishment, Shield of Fire, Intelligence: +2, Metamagic: Subtle Spell, confirm?】
“Confirm!”
The next moment, vast Mana poured in from the top of the tower, stirring up circles of Mana vortices. Wherever it passed, the array patterns lit up bit by bit, then poured straight into the round platform in the center of the Room.
Accompanied by a barely audible hum, a cylindrical force field was born, taking Anse’s body and disappearing from the spot.
Anse was greatly startled and scanned his surroundings, discovering he was floating in that Spherical Space underground, with starry lights shining around him, as if he were in the Starry Sky.
He breathed a sigh of relief, confirmed there was no danger, and entered a Meditation state again.
At this moment, Mana resonated within his body, Elemental Radiance and innate Mana shining together, stirring up circles of rainbows. Segments of inherited Memory flowed through his mind, turning into points of insight.
Anse felt that adding to Intelligence was worth it; he could comprehend and master this knowledge relatively easily. Even six Fourth-Circle Spells didn’t feel strenuous or hard to understand.
‘Sorcerer Spells are few but refined; could it be because the brain isn’t enough?’ This thought inexplicably arose in him.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when all changes stopped.
Anse opened his eyes, and a Black Cat’s head filled his vision, its round black eyes staring at the Soft Scales on his face.
He was startled and leaned back, only then noticing that the Magic Book had floated in front of him at some point.
The Black Cat was lying on it, its two little paws shrinking back, but it didn’t hide into the Magic Book. After meowing at him, it stepped on the Magic Book and floated away.
‘Elusive; what was that just now?’ Anse muttered, taking out the Scepter of Sanctuary.
The moment he touched it, a telepathic message was transmitted along the Scepter.
This place is called the Orbit Array; it serves as the control room, Meditation room, and Mana pool.
The earlier Mana storm connected the Black Tower’s Mana pool, activating the Teleport function within the tower.
That means he could Teleport directly into the Black Tower from outside, or Teleport freely within the Black Tower—a mere thought could take him there, but it consumes energy.
If it was just for him alone, natural recovery should be sufficient.
‘Not bad.’ He snapped his fingers, and his figure reappeared in the top-floor Room.
He pulled up the Character Card, and the data on it had changed dramatically.
Life soared to 77, absolutely not weaker than a typical Barbarian.
Mana reached 81; he could cast 11 Fourth-Circle Spells, throw 16 Fireballs—much more enduring.
After that previous battle, he deeply realized that Spells were his foundation.
Hacking at people with one slash after another was indeed exhilarating, but too tiring!
Even after slashing twenty or thirty ordinary soldiers, his arms were tired to the point of being hard to lift—very inefficient.
In terms of destructive power and killing efficiency, Spells were in a league of their own; the higher the Level, the greater the gap.
Intelligence raised to 16; he could hardly perceive the IQ change, but Memory, Comprehension, logical reasoning ability, and spatial imagination ability all showed obvious improvements—his thinking sharper.
Besides that, changes in other aspects weren’t significant.
The Experience Pool only had a pitiful 892 left, while leveling Sorcerer to 8 requires accumulating 11000 Experience, and Paladin to 4 also needs 3600 Experience.
Leveling up is getting harder.
‘And I’m getting stronger too.’
The Flame Fist, an 8th-Level Barbarian he once had to look up to in Livington, probably couldn’t withstand a few Fireballs from him now.
Thinking this way, Anse’s mood became even more pleasant.
Noon had passed; he Teleported to the entrance of the Second Floor Dining Room, pushed the door open, and a wave of hot air mixed with food aromas hit his face.
Everyone was eating; limited by Ingredients, the meal wasn’t lavish.
“Why are you so late? I thought you went out again. We were just talking about you.” Salian smiled and waved.
“What about me?” Anse sat at the head seat, gesturing for the Chef to serve him rice. After bustling all day, he was really hungry.
“Saying you’ve… got more poise.” Salian chuckled, implying something.
Anse’s face twitched awkwardly; he knew what he meant but didn’t refute.
With his previous Fighting Style, he’d absolutely sneak attack rather than fight head-on, let alone shout righteous nonsense before battle.
Others thought he was maintaining demeanor in front of Illyas, but it was actually Oath constraints—good thing the Influence wasn’t great.
“Brat, has Luding come to you?” He changed the subject.
Brat was stunned, then reacted: “The Village Chief you appointed, right? He came this morning, but I wasn’t here. I’ll find him after eating.”
“Mm.” Anse pondered, “Since everyone is willing to stay, you can pick some helpers, assign tasks. Ask Captain Salian if there’s anything you don’t understand.”
“Additionally, tally everyone’s needs, make a list; I’ll find someone for centralized Procurement.”
“No problem.” Brat nodded slightly.
Salian recalled today’s battle and reminded: “Try to stay in Jacqueline Castle; the Amn people suffered a big loss and will likely go crazy with revenge against you.”
“I figured…” Anse chuckled lightly.
Putting himself in their shoes, if he hadn’t hunted the Black Dragon and his troops never returned, he’d be furious too.
The few ate and talked; after the meal, they each went about their business.
Anse Teleported back to Jacqueline Castle; Illyas hadn’t returned yet. He simply borrowed paper and pen from the Butler, preparing to Appraise those Loot items one by one, register them for easier future distribution.
He ignored ordinary items, focusing only on those Magical Items.
The first was that black Javelin that pierced his Armor and took 23 Life from the Magic Barrier.
The Protector’s Bracelet’s Magic Barrier only had 120 Life total, now left with 97; ordinary means couldn’t easily restore it.
This Javelin was about a meter long, entirely black, with an icy touch; unclear what Metal it was. The tip was a sharp triangular pyramid.
The Dice spun slightly and soon Detected the Javelin’s information.
【Magical Item: Kiss of Death】
「Type」: Weapon
「Rarity」: Rare
After throwing, regardless of whether it hits the target, the Javelin automatically returns to the owner’s hand.
「Dragon Slayer」: This Weapon carries a unique magical property, more easily breaching Dragon Scale Armor, dealing an extra 3d6（3-18） damage to Dragon targets.
「Vile Blood Poison」: After wounding the target, the thrower can choose to release Poison; remaining: 1/3.
Upon releasing Poison, the target must make a difficult Constitution Saving Throw; failure results in 6 hours of Poisoning Status.
During Poisoning, the target’s Life continuously declines, body paralyzed, hard to move.
Dragonkin have Disadvantage on Constitution Saving Throws.
‘No wonder…’ Anse secretly clicked his tongue.
Luckily he had the「Protector’s Bracelet」; otherwise, today he’d have to flee back to Hollewen in embarrassment. Relying solely on Illyas and others would inevitably mean significant losses.
Unfortunately, only one Vile Blood Poison left; can’t replenish.
‘To think I got it; what luck. Could the Amn people mass-produce such Magical Items? Nah.’
For some reason, he felt a chill on his back—probably because he was Dragonkin too.
From the Vile Blood Poison’s attributes, even an adult Dragon might fall victim.
Poisoned doesn’t mean immobile, but it might become sluggish and weak like Visagazur, unable to handle even a 13th-Level Barbarian.
‘That means I have one chance to hunt a Dragon…’
