After returning to Roman Lane, Ning Busan asked with some confusion, “What is the Black Sun?”
Novalia looked at him with disbelief. “You don't even know what the Black Sun is?”
Ning Busan coughed slightly. “You know, I'm still young.”
Novalia's lips twitched. “Ten thousand years ago, Emperor Leo and General Louis drove the xenos off the continent.
“But every hundred years, new xenos descend upon the continent. We call that day the Black Sun.”
Ning Busan frowned. Recalling the monster he had seen when he first crossed over, he couldn't help but ask, “What exactly are xenos?”
Why use the word “descend”?
Novalia shook her head. “No one knows what xenos actually are, nor does anyone know where those monsters come from.
“You haven't experienced the brutality of the Black Sun, so you can't imagine what that scene is like.”
Ning Busan asked, “Is the Black Sun coming soon?”
Novalia's face was filled with a solemn, chilling gravity. “Yes. Exactly one month from now, the Black Sun will descend.”
She then asked, “Ning Busan, Teacher Saige chose you. Do you know what that means?”
“It means... I'm highly talented?”
“Exactly. Do not squander this talent, and do not forget your original aspiration. Work hard to become an outstanding mage.”
Ning Busan nodded.
But after pondering for a moment, he realized the only thing he could do right now was...
“Well... I should probably go back to memorizing my book...”
In this strange and dangerous world, when real peril arrived, only those with sufficient strength of their own could survive.
He had to grow stronger as quickly as possible!
...
At the Mage Association.
Ning Busan had finally finished memorizing The Encyclopedia of Magic.
In just seven days, he had committed over a thousand magic runes and incantations to memory.
This level of difficulty was no less than memorizing all College English Test Level 6 vocabulary words in seven days.
When he arrived at the Mage Association, Ning Busan spotted the male receptionist from before in the lobby.
Only this time, the man's attitude was exceptionally respectful, even carrying a hint of fear, as if terrified that Ning Busan would seek trouble with him.
Ning Busan had no time to waste on him and headed straight to the top of the tower to find Saige.
“Teacher, I've memorized the entire book.”
Saige chuckled merrily. “Just in time. I've also finished crafting the wand you wanted.”
Although he didn't understand why Ning Busan wanted such a wand, he still respected his wishes.
It was a wand meticulously carved from rare obsidian, faintly reflecting a cold, sharp luster.
A sapphire was embedded at the tip of the wand.
Ning Busan pressed a button, and a sharp sword slid out from the shaft.
The blade glowed with a faint blue light, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
Ning Busan couldn't put it down, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “Thank you, Teacher!”
A mage who hadn't fully developed was naturally terrified of being singled out by an assassin.
With a sword hidden inside his wand, he felt much more secure.
Saige couldn't help but advise, “Mages aren't strong in close combat. If you truly encounter an enemy, never think of meeting them head-on.
“If you want to learn self-defense, you can go to Novalia.”
Ning Busan nodded. “I understand, Teacher.”
Saige said, “Now that you have your wand, you can start practicing spellcasting.
“Start with the simplest Flame Spell. Use your wand to control the red magic element particles, guiding them to form the magic circuit of the Flame Spell, and then chant the incantation. Give it a try.”
Holding the wand, Ning Busan recalled the circuit and incantation of the Flame Spell in his mind.
The surrounding red magic elements rapidly gathered together, then erupted with a resounding boom.
Boom!
Ning Busan was blown backward by the recoil, slamming heavily against the wall.
The flames raged, and the bookshelves caught in the blast began to burn.
Saige's eyelids twitched, and reacting with lightning speed, he cast a Restoration Spell.
The flames vanished, and everything around them returned to its original state.
Ning Busan had almost gotten himself killed. He silently climbed up from the floor, wanting to cry but having no tears left. “Teacher, I didn't do it on purpose.”
Saige grabbed Ning Busan's hand, asking in immense excitement, “You didn't chant the incantation, yet you released the flame directly. How did you do that?”
“I did chant.”
“Impossible! I didn't hear anything!”
Ning Busan suddenly realized, “Uh... I think I chanted it in my mind.”
Saige burst into loud laughter. “You are even more talented than I imagined!”
Even as a Grand Archmage with extremely proficient control over magic element particles, he still couldn't skip the chanting step.
Yet Ning Busan had achieved this on his very first try.
Ning Busan asked, “Now that I can cast the Flame Spell, does that make me a Novice Mage?”
Saige shook his head.
“Although you released the Flame Spell just now, it cannot be considered a success.
“For ordinary mages, casting magic is difficult because they cannot control the surrounding magic elements.
“But you are the exact opposite. These magic elements are far too obedient to you. You can't control the strength of your output yet, which is why it went out of control just now.”
Ning Busan understood instantly.
It was equivalent to being given a Challenger-tier account, but your mechanical skill was only Bronze-tier.
Ning Busan said, “Teacher, I get it! Practice makes perfect. As long as I practice a few more times, I won't lose control.”
“If you're bad, practice more”—this logic applied universally across all worlds!
Saige nodded. “That is correct. However, don't practice offensive magic for now. Use healing spells to practice your control.”
“Understood, Teacher.”
...
Two days later, Ning Busan knocked on the door of Novalia's home early in the morning.
Novalia was practicing her swordsmanship in the courtyard. Clad in armor, fine beads of sweat covered her face, indicating she had been training for a while.
Novalia asked, “Is there something you need?”
Ning Busan smiled sheepishly. “Novalia, I'd like to ask you for two favors.”
Seeing him carrying a large chest, Novalia asked, “What's inside?”
Ning Busan opened the chest, which was packed to the brim with amulets.
The sheer quantity was enough to surprise even Novalia.
Light-element mages were incredibly rare, so amulets with healing properties like these were often marked up to astronomical prices.
“Ning Busan, where did you get so many amulets?”
“I've been practicing healing spells these past two days, so I made a lot of amulets.” At this point, Ning Busan felt a bit embarrassed.
“To be honest, I'm a bit short on money right now, so I wanted to ask if you have a way to sell these.”
Novalia said, “An amulet like this can be sold for at least ten gold coins each.”
Ning Busan swallowed hard, almost dazed by this sudden stroke of fortune.
They were that expensive?
Didn't that mean he was about to strike it rich?
Novalia asked, “How much do you plan to price them?”
Ning Busan pondered for a long time before saying slowly and hesitantly, “One silver coin.”
Novalia raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”
“I'm sure,” Ning Busan said softly. “One silver coin. Selling them to the commoners who truly need them—this price is just right.”
Novalia smiled. “No problem. Leave it to me.”
Ning Busan was kinder and far cleverer than she had imagined.
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