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Also, what Loren needed to complete was not any spell, not even magic, his goal was only to keep some unstable void energy for a short period of time, at least in the shape of a "sword".

According to Isaac's calculations, if everything goes well, this so-called "lightsaber" will last for a few seconds at a time, and then it will definitely disappear. And because it has the characteristics of a spell, every time it is used, it consumes Loren's own mental power, and the more times it is used, the heavier the burden becomes.

Void, that's what Loren really cares about—although this weapon sounds like an energy weapon that is "powered" by itself, it's the power of the Void that really makes it work.

Sitting in the corner of the library, Loren kept rummaging through various documents, and his mind kept thinking about everything he had experienced during this time.

The reason why this world is different from the world in which they were before is fundamentally because of the existence of the void, and also because the people in this world are separate dualistic beings from spirit and matter, and their consciousness can not only exist in the real world, but also allow their spirits to enter another level after the body enters a dormant state.

Even now, Loren couldn't really understand what the Void was.

It's not an energy, but it can have an effect on reality, to the point of mutated monsters, alchemical synths, and magic. It can even affect people's consciousness and make things that are completely contrary to common sense become true.

It exists because it doesn't exist, but it is so palpable to wizards, tempting everyone who desires this power, but also terrifying to all who pursue it.

Strictly speaking, Loren has already experienced the Void twice - the first time in the cellar, where the guy named Asriel used the power of the Void to completely distort the entire space of the cellar, and the second time was in the process of meditation, the spiritual temple he built, which in a way is his own "Void".

It's just that in comparison, the spiritual temple is much more harmless and simpler.

Maybe I really should look for a chance to actually enter the void and try it...... Remembering what Dalton had said before, Loren thought with some hesitation.

He has always hated this kind of uncertain thing, but his mental load strength is completely inferior to the level of a real wizard, and if he really wants to become a spellcaster in the future, I am afraid that he will not have many options.

But at least for now, he still has time - Loren is not in a hurry to leave the Wimpal Academy, where he can slowly get in touch with more knowledge and continue to understand the world until he is fully prepared.

In any world, in any era, knowledge is power.

Of course, money is power, but considering that the chances of going out and stumbling into a treasure are infinitely close to zero, the old knight Leonardo doesn't seem to have any rich relatives - otherwise he wouldn't have to wander around. I am basically insulated from the "rich people" in a short time.

With a long sigh of helplessness, he casually held the parchment he had copied in his arms, and Loren, who was already familiar with the way, turned around and walked in the direction of Isaac.

When he walked behind him, Loren sensed that something was wrong—according to his previous knowledge of this conceited fellow, he would jump up and down on the ground and talk to himself even if he was alone. It was as if there were countless spectators next to him who were looking at him with adoring eyes, waiting for the cheers of others every minute.

But now, Isaac Grantham sat motionless in front of the painted blackboard, as if he had become a squirrel in a tree.

"Got a problem?" asked Loren tentatively.

"No, we're not having a problem......" Isaac Grantham muttered to himself with no confidence on his face, "I—maybe I'm too self-righteous." ”

"Take it easy, you're just having a little bit of a hard time, we still have time. Loren tried to comfort him, though he didn't believe it himself: "We're sure we'll find a way, you're a genius." ”

"No, you don't understand, I've been working hard all day on this thing, but I just can't solve it - it's a dead end! No, it's worse than a dead end, it's not that there is no way, it's that I can't find it, I don't know how to go on no matter how I think about it!"

The hysterical Isaac Grantham shouted directly, and his voice echoed through the library over and over again, making the other apprentices unable to help but look sideways.

"Ain's conjecture is probably right, but I can't, the limit of my ability limits the creativity of this true genius!" Isaac was crying in his collapsed voice: "This is the truth, I am not as genius as I imagined, I am a mortal, no different from those potatoes with water in the head!"

"It's okay, don't be like this......" Looking at the increasingly unkind eyes around him, Loren, who was smiling awkwardly, continued to comfort the other party: "If you tell me what the problem is, maybe I can help you." ”

"I don't know, I don't know what the problem is! It was normal until this point, but now I realize that I can't solve it. I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm so conceited, so self-righteous, I feel like I don't have the face to see Al Ain now!"

Don't let Ain Rand know this, or he'll be so happy that he'll be able to draw it...... This was the first thought in Loren's heart, and after a moment of hesitation, Loren patted Isaac on the shoulder: "Otherwise, you go back and rest first, get a good sleep or meditate, and I'll continue to finish what you left behind, and see if I can find a way." ”

"Well, it looks like I'm not much use here. Isaac, who had lost his soul, stood up and staggered towards the library door: "I'm a waste, let me fend for myself!"

Loren shook his head, sat down in Isaac's original position helplessly, hugged his shoulders and began to sort out the contents little by little.

............ Less than four hours later, Loren was the only one left in the empty library, still sitting in the same position as he had been four hours earlier.

It is debatable whether the happy time was short-lived, but for Loren, time stood still in its entirety.

"Well, Isaac Grantham is an undoubted occult genius, and at least he can understand what he writes...... Probably?"

If Loren was sure of anything, it was that the design was definitely beyond the level of an apprentice from the start, and after reading what Isaac had written, he didn't know what he was supposed to do - for a moment, he even felt similar to Isaac's, dazed and overwhelmed.

Some of them turned their heads tiredly, trying to loosen their muscles. Then, looking back, Loren was stunned.

Even in a state of thinking, he has always maintained his previous vigilance. But he really didn't notice that this white-bearded old man suddenly appeared behind him, and looking at the other party's state, he had obviously been standing behind him for a long time!

The old man's gaze was kind, looking at Loren as if he were looking at his own nephew, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth under the white beard.

"You look like you're having a hard time?"

“...... Yes. ”

Almost naturally, he said this, and then Loren, who had only come to his senses, immediately stood up, and with an inexplicable nervousness, he smiled and bowed to the old man.

"It's an honor to meet you, Abbot Peter!"