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With the help of the force field wall, the mountain road is no longer a difficult hassle, but just an anxious journey. The closer you get to the seven-story tower, the stronger the sensation from the Ring. It was a visceral impulse, somewhere between finding a mortal enemy and imminently obtaining a great treasure. Siegel remembers that he had shielded the writer from the negative emotions set up in the Demon Realm, but he didn't expect it to pop up again at this time.

If you are affected by this emotion for a long time, you will definitely slowly become a madman. Siegel himself tried, and even if he wore the Ring in the form of a skeleton, he could not completely get rid of the influence of the Ring. To be on the safe side, Siegel temporarily turned off the ring's sense and placed it in the keyspace.

Meandering through more than forty peaks, the narrow, rugged road finally terminates in front of a wide platform. Large white bricks paved the flat square, and seven statues of mages of different shapes occupy a corner each. They are armed with different spell-casting instruments, ranging from the usual wands, staffs, scrolls, and crystal balls, to the rare magic swords, blood droplets, and inexplicable emblems suspended in the air. All the statues looked intently at the utensils in their hands, their lips slightly open as if chanting incantations.

Siegel sees from the left to the right, the statue's expressions are concatenated, their lips forming a coherent movement. He tried to imitate the pronunciation and found that it was the word "mantra". Spells are manifestations of magic, the foundation of all mages, but no one knows why they have to be spells, and why they have to be spells.

Behind the platform guarded by the seven statues is a cobblestone paved road, guarded by tall white pillars on both sides, that leads through the last valley. And then there's the Magic Tower. This place is full of rich elemental power, and Siegel can knead the elements into water, earth and other physical objects with a single grasp of it. If you use all your strength to unleash the fireball, I am afraid that it will be easy to create a landscape full of fire.

The overabundance of elements also poses some problems, namely the decrease in perception and detection distance. The darkness of the night makes it difficult to see, but it is also blind to be shrouded in bright light. Siegel didn't even notice a dark brown lamp god floating out from behind the statue.

A cloud of white smoke held its strong upper body. In his thick hand he held a long staff—but it looked like he was holding a machete. The lamp god has colorful eyeshadows painted on his eyelids, and a pair of brown mustaches hanging under his nose, which looks a little funny.

"Hello, foreign mage, welcome to the Supreme Academy of Magic. The god of the lamp said in the unaccented dragon language, "Only one winner will be able to take the crown and become the master of the magic tower." ”

"Who else arrived before me?" said Siegel.

"Time and space are relative, where is the difference between early and late? People who are one step ahead of you may not have been born before you die, so why bother. When you walk past the statue, your face is hidden. No one can know your identity through prophetic spells unless you expose yourself. ”

Siegel nodded, indicating that he understood. The kingdom of gods formed by the divine fire has its own characteristics, and unless it also has the realm of the kingdom of gods and can overcome it in divine power, it must be obediently obeyed.

"In this magic academy, apart from being a student, there are only competitors. But all competition must be within the rules, otherwise it will be expelled. Get out of here forever. "The rules are simple, all interactions between you must be reported to the god of lights beforehand. ”

"What happens if someone strikes out of the blue, hurts someone else, or even kills them?"

The lamp god laughed twice, and his figure shook. "Time and space are relative, and there is no essential difference between before and after. The impact of non-compliance can be traced back in time. You don't have to worry. ”

Not everything can be turned back in time, Siegel thought. However, he didn't educate these lamp gods in a compulsory manner, after all, the lamp gods were just constructs designed to perform specific tasks, not gods.

As Siegel stepped over the statue, all seven mage sculptures were glittering. In particular, the statue holding the magic sword magic weapon shone the most. After the light faded, Siegel had changed his form into an old man dressed in a white robe, holding a black metal staff, and straddling an elven sword at his waist. The black hair turned into white shawl-length hair, and the gray and white beard hung down on the chest like a dwarf, hiding three braids.

His voice also changed, old but imposing, faintly thunderous. Siegel examined his body carefully and found that his skills had not deteriorated due to his old appearance, that he could still use dwarven skills and elven steps, and that the abilities brought by the dice had not been affected.

"Eugene Kurunel will be my name," Siegel said to the god of lights after a moment's thought, "I come from a world called Zenith. ”

Zenith's history and culture, language, and art are all readily available, and Siegel has worked hard to deceive the goblins. Later, these things were completely useless, and few people knew about them, so this fake identity could be used at hand.

"Please come this way, Mr. Kurunaire. The lantern god's eyes flashed, and he led the way. Siegel smacked his staff on the surface of his foot, making it a little sluggish, like a real old man. It is said that a person's identity can be identified by stride length and gait speed, so I hope this simple disguise will come in handy.

His worries were unwarranted. Shielding the original identity is the rule of this small world, unless you use a higher divine power, there is no hope of seeing it. After passing through the canyon, in the square below the magic tower, there were already eight people waiting early. Siegel squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, not discerning who Chanem was.

Among these people are old and young, male and female, plus Siegel there are three humans, three elves, one half-dragon, one dwarf, and one half-orc. Some have cold and arrogant expressions, some have withdrawn and hostile eyes, and some are enthusiastic. Siegel asked, everyone was from some unheard of place like Zenith, and they had just arrived here not long ago.

The god of lights once said that time and space are relative. These people are most likely from different time periods. It's just to be transferred to the here and now. Siegel wasn't sure if he had experienced a time shift while walking on the rough road, and the time he was in now was probably a far cry from the time of the Blackwater Bay Orc War.

"Your task is to learn, and then to become the strongest, to climb the tower, to become its master. The words of the lamp god were clear and imprinted in everyone's ears: "You will have your own dwelling place." also has its own retinue of lamp gods. Whether you want to get daily supplies or read books, you can find the retinue of the lamp god. Remember, even if you're the only one left, it doesn't mean you win, it just means that everyone else has lost. ”

After saying that, the brown lamp god disintegrated in the air and turned into nine small lamp gods of different colors. Flying to Siegel's side was still brown, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or something.

"The first class was held in the afternoon," the nine lamp gods said in unison. People are wondering how to judge the time. I felt a light on the top of my head. A round of the sun appeared out of thin air, hanging high in the sky, and the light and heat sprinkled down were as if they were real.

This was no longer the effect that the illusion could achieve, and Siegel clearly felt the surging vitality and a feeling similar to divine power. Across from him, an elf in a black robe with a smiley face mask - visible entirely from its pointed ears - cowered in the sunlight as if the light and heat were a disservice. Could it be Chanem, who likes to hide and shadow, not even a campfire. Not to mention the sun.

The masked elf's body trembled for a moment, then straightened up again. A faint gray smoke escaped from the cracks in his robes. He moved his neck, and what was supposed to be the sound of a gadda ga in the joints was a slippery grunt. The strange sound made people feel sick to their stomachs, and Siegel felt goosebumps rising in his own body.

This man was put on the list of dangerous people by Siegel and must be on guard at all times. At this point the god of lights spoke again, and there must be some kind of connection between them. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to be so tacit. "Your room will appear shortly, with environments created according to your own habits, complete with alchemy and spell labs. All the materials you need will be provided by the Tower, but materials that are too rare will be deducted from your final score. Depending on how long you have traveled through the mountain trails, you will now earn between one hundred and two hundred points. Please ask your own lamp god for the exact amount. ”

As soon as the words fell, eight earthen bales rose from the perimeter of the tower, and then turned into a half-buried underground house. This form of dwelling is very common in halfling villages, with a round gate behind a warm, cozy shelter from the harsh weather and the outside world. However, everyone was not here for a vacation, and they were all competing with each other, so they looked at each other and chose a direction to walk over.

Siegel looked at the masked elf for a moment, then picked a direction as well. Outwardly, there is no difference between all semi-buried houses, and it doesn't matter which one to pick. But someone saw Siegel act and ran to his side.

It was a dwarf with two eyes of different colors and a pointed goatee on his chin. He uses a human staff as a magic weapon, which means that he holds a pole in both hands that is twice as long as he is tall. Every time the staff poked the ground, it left a red spark, either because the staff was too energetic, or it was damaged and malfunctioning.

"Old man, this is not your place. The dwarf spoke coldly, and a pair of small eyes stared at Siegel like a snake. "You should choose somewhere else, or just get out of here. ”

Siegel looked at him, and the staff paused on the ground, then turned to the lamp god and asked, "Can I teach this little thing a lesson?"

"Two hundred points. The god of lights replied coldly.

Siegel knew that he only had one hundred and sixty points, and although it was no problem to become negative, it was really not worth it to use two hundred points on such a provocateur.

"Expensive has expensive uses, and cheap has cheap benefits. Siegel turned and walked away, in a place where no one was around.

Seeing that Siegel had his back to him, the dwarf immediately raised his staff.

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