Abe the Wizard

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Abel sat within the laboratory on the 9th floor. Since he didn’t have many experiments to do, this place had become a training ground for his carving knife skills. There was some time until lunch, so he thought he might as well not waste time.

The alloy carving knife was not in his portal bag. It was at that time Abel had realized he had put his alloy carving knife in the Kong Kong spirit portal bag. Since he had too much secret on him, he was very careful most of the time. He had never used the Horadric Cube and the things inside it when he was in the magic tower before.

Although he has too much knowledge in regards to wizardry, he knew that a magic tower was like the body of its owner. Wizard Morton could know everything he did inside the tower.

Therefore, Abel did not have the guts to take out his alloy carving knife from his Kong Kong spirit portal bag. He took out a barrier circle from his portal bag and placed it in the middle of the room. Then, he took the control sign for the barrier circle and ignited it. In a moment, he arrived in a place filled with a big tree. The dimension he was in now was completely separated from the rest of the world.

“This kid!” Said Wizard Morton shaking his head with a smile after realizing Abel had ignited a barrier circle in the laboratory. Although the mana wave the barrier circle sent out was extremely low, it was still being ignited within Wizard Morton’s magic tower. So, of course Wizard Morton could sense it.

He was extremely supportive of what Abel had done. Every Wizard had their secrets, and learning how to keep their secret well was a huge rite of passage for them. Wizard Morton was already well passed the age of seeking other people’s secrets. Although Wizard Morton looked like he was just about middle age, he was actually well past the age of fifty. Fifty years was considered a very long time for normal people, but to Wizard, it was still a short time if you took their training into consideration.

Wizard Morton had just became a rank 11 intermediate Wizard, so it basically impossible for him to break through and become an elite Wizard at this point. Since he could no longer increase his lifespan to 100 years old anyway, he thought he might as well have spent all his time cultivating his disciples. He had cultivated one official Wizard. If he was not impacted by the fact that his second and third disciple had locked themselves up, he wouldn’t take up five disciples in total, including Abel.

“Seems like he doesn’t have enough intermediate magic gems, I need to find a chance to give him more in the future.” Wizard Morton knew those barrier circles were some energy-consuming monster, so he had already started worrying if Abel had enough intermediate magic gems.

One of the reasons why Wizard Morton had taken up Abel as a disciple was because Abel was very gifted. Wizard Morton wanted to help the Duchy of Carmel to cultivate another official Wizard while he was still alive. Another reason was that he guessed that Abel probably had some treasures for quicken spells on him. If other Wizards had known about this, maybe Abel would never get the chance to grow up.

Abel never thought his simple action of igniting a barrier circle to take out his alloy carving knife could bring about so much gratitude for Wizard Morton.

Abel then stopped the barrier circle and put it back into his portal bag. Suddenly, he was struck with an idea. He shouldn’t waste his time in the morning, no matter if he was in the magic tower or other places. Mana could recover by itself. Every minute it could recover 1 point. If he didn’t use it up, it would directly go to waste.

Abel recalled that very weak little soul in his mind. Although he could not command it to do any complicated calculations, he could set a time. From then on, that weak little soul would be able to automatically go to the Horadric cube and ignite the skill tree. Therefore, this would allow him to practice his skills without affecting his day to day schedule.

Of course, if he wanted to practice like this, he could only practice nonattacking skills. But still, the time he had wasted was too much. Just imagine, all these years, he lived a normal life with a full tank of mana. If he could use up just automatically unleash a spell every time his mana was fully fulfilled, he would have been able to practice spells many times without affecting his day.

In order to turn this into a reality, all that it came down to was if that weak little soul in his mind was able to set a timer and if it was able to ignite the skill tree in the Horadric Cube. Every since Abel had ignited his weak little soul, he had always remained in a state with two souls. However, this weak little soul had never done anything. It could not even see the external world. Therefore, it had no impact at all.

Now, if he was able to get this weak little soul to work, that would be multitasking. Abel tried to set a frequency for the weak little soul to press on the ‘frozen armor’ spell once every 7 minutes. He then shielded the soul owner’s connection to the weak little soul and waited patiently for a while. After 7 minutes, the weak little soul began to give out some faint remainder. Times up.

He succeeded, the weak little soul in his mind was able to send him a remainder after 7 minutes without the help of the soul owner. Abel had a weird feeling when he shielded the soul owner’s connection to the weak little soul. Since the weak little soul did not have things such as feelings, emotions, and memories, it could not do any complex thinking. Therefore, it basically just started to count down like a machine and sent him a reminder every 7 minutes. During this time, Abel did not experience any flash of realization.

If this was a normal soul, there was no way it could be this machine-like. It could count down very precisely without missing a single beat. It seemed like Abel had underestimated the ability of the weak little soul. Although it could not think it could probably do systematic tasks even better than the soul owner.

The next step was to ignite the ‘frozen armor’ spell. This spell could not ignite from the tip of his finger. Since Abel would probably be doing something during his day to day, this spell was unleashed from his finger every 7 minutes, that would be very inconvenient. Therefore, he decided to ignite this spell in front of his chest.

After he figured out the formula, now all he needed to do was to apply it. The weak little soul began to carry the little bit of power of the will it had to the Horadric Cube. Although the weak little soul had separated from the soul owner, it was still Abel’s soul. Therefore, the Horadric cube was able to recognize this power of the will. The power of the will select the ‘frozen armor’ sign on the skill tree and ignited it. The tip of Abel’s right finger began to shine in white, so the soul owner immediately interrupted and tried to communicate with the skill tree. Afterward, the white shine on Abel’s finger disappears, and his chest began to shine in white. Soon, an ice crystal armor appeared on his body.

Although the owner of the soul had interrupted the igniting process, it was still successful nevertheless. However, Abel was confused. According to the old rule of the Horadric cube, as long as the spell formula was set for the first time, the spell would be unleashed according to this formula from then on. Now, he wanted to see if he could unleash the spell in front of his chest a second time.

After 2 minutes, the ‘frozen armor’ began to fade on Abel’s body, and the weak little soul began to reach towards the skill tree in Horadric cube again with a little bit of power of the will. It ignited the ‘frozen armor’ spell. In a flash, a ‘frozen armor’ spell pattern emerged in front of Abel’s chest and became a crystal armor on his body.

Abel was overjoyed. The weak little soul was really a machine, and it had helped him so much. If he could use more ‘soul potion’ in the future to make this weak little soul grow stronger, then It would definitely help him to do even greater things.

Abel took out a jade and began practicing. He felt like writing words again. The first stroke, second stroke, when he was practicing an ice crystal armor, would appear on his body every 7 minutes.

But as Abel was practicing, he realized something. Originally the weak little soul did not affect his day to day at all since it didn’t have a task. Now since it had a task, 2 points of view emerged from his soul. One was what he saw in front of his eyes. Another was the machine-like counting sound within his pitch-black mind.

Now, it was Abel’s mission to get used to this multitasking state, and practicing his carving knife skill was the perfect thing to do. The 11 carving knife techniques were not hard to do but very detailed. The weak little soul did not affect him much; anyway. It was just some machine-like sound of counting down within his mind.

As the weak little soul grows, it’s disturbances would get stronger as well. Therefore if Abel doesn’t try to get used to it now, it would be even harder for him to practice multitasking in the future.

In a flash of a moment, Abel seemed to have lost all control of his body. He got distracted by the weak little soul’s counting down sound. From time to time, his stroke would subconsciously turn into a small dot. Sometimes, he would even come to a complete halt when he was about to do something.