Warlock Apprentice

Boko’s words deepened everyone’s curiosity against the other world.

Away from them, the Path of Infinity was slowly approaching its end. The white vortex in the middle of the blackness grew larger, and the jagged edge of the vortex was spinning faster.

The vortex was about to overlap itself with the black area. Once it happened, the Time of Plunder would begin.

That would also be when the world’s consciousness diverted its origin power to the best extent. A type of energy called “origin” was generated from somewhere unknown and unleashed into the blackness, to help stabilize the Path of Infinity.

The origin was the primal energy in shaping the world. No wizard here understood its nature.

Kind ones saw such energy as the natural, bright miracle of creation while evil ones saw it as the foulest brew. The power of origin contained so many aspects. Sometimes, it was a nail that fixed the space in place, and other times it could be a paintbrush that drew the history.

Such boundless energy was not something that could be defined or regularized by justice or evil.

When the origin showed itself, every wizard was shocked by the great power and felt like feeble insects.

“The power of origin… It’s so strong!”

“Can humans really control that kind of thing?”

“You can admire its power, but you can’t doubt yourself! You’re a wizard, and doubting yourself is doubting all wizards,” someone retorted. “Do not forget the preface of the Book of Wizardry . ‘Use spells as the lever and knowledge as the fulcrum, we shall move all impossibilities’. More knowledge means more strength. If we pursue the truths of worlds and explore the end of space, we can manipulate all life and death in all planes!”

“The future is long and the path does not end. We will see the beautiful horizon someday!”

The power of origin threw itself onto the blackness which also triggered great emotions among all wizards. Most people on the scene were quietly waiting for the vortex to cover the blackness so they could begin plundering.

Not everyone.

Among the people from Song of the Deep, Sliv was standing on top of the giant ray fish. His ears suddenly twitched. He heard a low whispering.

A grin showed up around the corner of his lips. He turned to look aside.

He was looking at a group of 13 people, all of whom wore black robes. They were all hidden behind ragged hoods and giving out strange spell ripples. The one standing in the front was the most strange of all. His aura was sometimes thin as mortals and sometimes dark as the abyss.

The leader of the group exchanged a glimpse with Sliv. When Sliv gestured at him in secret, he hesitated for a second before he nodded.

Seeing his order went through, Sliv grinned bigger. As everyone else was focusing on the magnificent sight of the origin energy, he yelled in a low voice: “Do it!”

With that, every member from Song of the Deep unleashed water ripples from their bodies. A number of waterfalls appeared from the sky and dropped down, separating all organizations.

The waterfalls blocked people’s view and caused chaos among them.

“What are you doing, Sliv?!”

“Song of the Deep! How dare you. You wish to fight with us?”

Lady Danae was in a rage as well as she yelled, “Sliv, do you want to attract the world’s consciousness like that? If you wish to die, go dive into the darkness yourself. Don’t drag us with you!”

The world’s consciousness did not possess emotions. Lady Danae was certain that if someone made a move now, the consciousness would take note and shape them into extra origin energy. They would never live again.

Yes. All of them, not Sliv himself. The world’s consciousness would not distinguish small details. It was equal to all.

Someone was already casting their spells to break the waterfalls blocking them.

When Lady Danae saw the spells, she said quickly, “Don’t use spells! The space here was too fragile because of the plane fusion. If the spell energy exceeds the limit, we will cause a great chain reaction, and the world’s consciousness won’t give us any time to regret!”

Lady Danae was an authoritative academism wizard. Not everyone trusted her strength but they still believed her experience. Upon hearing the warning, people all stopped their spells, fearing for their own lives.

“Lady Danae was right! I sure don’t want to get involved by your spells!”

The terrible tone was from none other than Sliv from Song of the Deep. People did not really have to look to recognize his voice.

“You are the one causing the trouble. Stop your spell now!”

Sliv spoke with an innocent tone, “Spell? What spell? Don’t make wrong accusations.”

“Stop lying! I will—”

“Wait! Look closely. Are there mana ripples in the waterfalls?”

“Let me see.”

“Oh, no there aren’t!”

Lady Danae reached out her spirit feelers to feel the waterfalls as well. She was a Level-2 Wizard, but she did not have a high spiritual power indicator. Centuries of training and learning only gave her an indicator of 25. When her spirit feeler reached the waterfall, she felt the pressure of water.

And that was about it. There was nothing else.

“No mana ripples. This isn’t a spell,” Lady Danae spoke.

“Yup. No spell. It’s Brigitte’s water manipulation talent!” Sliv smiled and patted at the giant ray fish beneath him. The fish was called “Brigitte”. As a Summoner studying Occult Art, Sliv gained his title as “Sorcerer of Big Fish” for a good reason.

“What do you want then? I warn you, the Path of Infinity is almost completed. Cancel the waterfalls now, or you’ll become the enemy for all of us once the space becomes stable,” Danae warned him.

“Don’t worry. I need to deal with something first. It will end pretty fast,” Sliv’s voice gradually vanished like a drop of ink in the water.

Flora was surprised much when the waterfalls appeared. She did not believe someone actually made a bold move when the world’s consciousness was just around the corner.

“What’s the meaning of this, Silv?!”

“Do you want war?”

“Sliv! Talk to us!”

When Flora tried to join the yelling, Sunders spoke in a low voice, “Stop. There’s a Psychic Sound Barrier around us. Our voice won’t get out.”

“Psychic Sound Barrier?” asked Flora. She questioned, “What kind of art is it? Or someone’s creation?”

Sunders shook his head with a serious look as he explained, “Neither. It’s a special ability from the Haunt World, Psychic.”

Clap, clap…

The pair heard someone clapping.

“The Phantom Master does live up to his name. You even know about Psychic. What a knowledgeable man.”

A figure emerged from the waterfall. Water flowed along with his long, silver hair, gradually revealing his handsome look in front of Sunders and Flora.

The leader of Song of the Deep, ‘Sorcerer of Big Fish’ Sliv.