Wizard Bloodline

Ronan checked his character panel dozens of times daily, so he was sure the four points in master-level proficiency for [Ascetic Body] only increased after his battle with the Green Spike Gale Wasp King.

The only explanation was his injury.

Standing still, Ronan recalled the past.

Indeed, after transforming into [Immaculate Body], he hadn't been injured.

He'd stayed within the Ring's "safe zone," avoiding battles that could harm him.

Injury seemed a distant memory.

Since advancing to a first-level official wizard, especially after switching to ice magic and mastering the Domain of Despair, he'd mainly relied on spells against enemies.

Rarely had he used his physical prowess; when he did, it was overwhelming.

"Exactly, the core of [Ascetic Body] training during apprenticeship was 'self-torture.' After reaching mastery, the thirteen body movements alone weren't enough. It's reasonable that the 'self-torture' form upgraded."

This realization made sense to Ronan—injury could indeed explain proficiency growth.

Previously, he'd focused on "subsequent inheritance" and the "mysterious component in Anglet's God-burning potion," overlooking the core meaning of "ascetic" in [Ascetic Body].

Of course, understanding was just the first step; whether "injury" could truly increase [Ascetic Body]'s master-level proficiency needed testing.

"Not now, I'm already injured. I can't push myself to death. I'll try when I heal."

Calming down, Ronan resumed tidying up the Wasp King's remains.

Once done, he'd explore the wasp nest.

In the micro-secret realm, Ronan strode in from the entrance, tossing a bulging bag to the busy Benigo.

Benigo caught it, hearing the clinking of crystals inside.

"Here, honey sacs from the Wasp King."

Ronan approached a small metal table on the ground, poured a cup from a silver pot, frowned at it, then downed it.

Opening the bag, a sweet aroma wafted out, the light from the bag casting a green hue on Benigo's face.

His eyes flickered slightly, closing the bag, looking at Ronan.

Benigo's gaze swept over Ronan's bloodstained, tattered robe and the wound on his left upper abdomen, noticing Ronan's subtle change, he asked, "Looks like you've made a decision?"

Ronan didn't answer, instead looking at the steaming alchemical vat, asking, "When will the seed sprout after all your work?"

"I'm more anxious than you."

Benigo replied calmly, walking to the vat and staring at it, muttering, "With the Wasp King's honey, if all goes well, maybe in a month or two."

A month or two...

Ronan's heart stirred, anticipation growing.

"Shh—"

Initially, there was a sound like sand rolling on a smooth mirror, gradually fading to silence.

White rings of light rhythmically spread, exuding a serene, peaceful feeling.

In the dim, cramped room, Ronan slowly opened his eyes.

His blue eyes flashed like lightning, momentarily brightening the room.

He stood, checking his character panel.

**[Name: Ronan Damien]**

**[Age: 17]**

**[Talents: Attribute-neutral affinity, Immaculate Body (Active)]**

**[Strength: First-level Official Wizard (46%)]**

**[Skills: Basic Meditation - Void Realm (Master 208/1600)]**

Whether it was refining the second soul sigil that exercised his mental power, or [Basic Meditation - Void Realm] breaking through 200 mastery points, or the Ring's environment's rune array aiding meditation, in less than seven days since reaching 45%, his progress climbed to 46%.

Indeed, good fortune lifted the spirit.

Now, [Void Realm] purified mental power quickly, removing impurities. Its mental recovery effect, originally akin to a zero-level mid-grade potion, now matched a first-level potion.

Unless over-exerting mental power, Ronan felt no worry about running out.

Besides increased total mental power, its quality improved significantly since his initial wizard advancement. Once like water, it was now viscous like glue.

Probing his mind space, the results of seven days' practice appeared.

Next to the [Permafrost] sigil, a new soul sigil had formed, resembling tangled silver metal, embodying the Silver Ring's core metal magic—[Spirt's Mithril Transformation], known as the [Silverization] sigil.

In the Ring, Ronan researched "Spirt," finding little information. Spirt was a legendary wizard, well-known for vast knowledge and contributions in magic, runes, potions, and alchemy.

The Ring wasn't the only, nor the first, to inherit Spirt's legacy.

"Places where great wizards once existed are like 'whale falls,' nourishing countless future wizards."

Ronan mused. After condensing the second sigil, he again felt his soul's "fullness." When it faded, he'd be ready for the next sigil.

With [Silverization] successful, he'd yet to use it.

Thinking, Ronan stepped outside.

The light made him squint, catching a fleeting figure, but the feeling of being watched vanished.

"Wonder which fly sent this time."

Unfazed, Ronan closed the door.

His training residence, a "meditation room," was rented by official Ring members. Rows of metal huts, with no extra rune effects. He sometimes heard snores from next door.

Being within the Seventh Ring's giant meditation array, it mildly boosted mental growth, but rent was exorbitant.

"Not worth the cost, for such weak meditation enhancement, I'd rather stay elsewhere."

Ronan vacated the "meditation room," leaving the Ring for the vast forest.

Finding a secluded spot, he tested his second sigil.

Demon Tungsten flowed like mercury, its dark nature slightly stinging his skin.

Ronan formed it into a single-handed sword, activating the [Silverization] sigil.

Instantly, a soul-born power coursed through him.

The sword turned silver, black smoke becoming silver mist, reflecting a regal beauty in the sunlight.

"Swish—"

Ronan swung, the silver sword leaving a distinct trail, faint silver ripples spreading.

He tapped the blade, hearing a clear "ding."

"Sharpness and durability doubled."

Ronan concluded.

He flew deeper into the forest.

Near the Ring, beasts were hunted by wizards, requiring deeper exploration.

Finally, near a stinking puddle, he found a large, boar-like first-level beast.

He recognized it, something like "Mud-Swamp Pig," known for toughness, with little value. Its earth-infused hide rivaled mid-level beast defenses, making it unpopular with hunters.

But perfect for spell testing.

Using no spells, relying on physical strength and [Basic Swordsmanship], Ronan approached the boar, piercing its brow.

"Poof—"

The silverized sword easily penetrated, briefly slowed by bone, but Ronan pressed through.

"Huh?"

Ronan noticed something, withdrawing the sword.

Retreating, the boar belatedly reacted, thrashing wildly, mud flying.

Ignoring the "victim," Ronan focused on his sword.

As he struck, the boar's eyes showed confusion, as if in a trance, delayed pain response.

"Is it Demon Tungsten's special effect?"

Ronan realized the sword's silver mist might have more than aesthetic enhancement.

Testing further, he confirmed Demon Tungsten had a "consciousness interference" ability.

In battle, attacks using it disrupted the opponent's mental state.

A powerful ability, potentially disrupting casting or attack rhythm.

Ronan had treated Demon Tungsten as a mere melee weapon, overlooking this.

"The 'nightmare' in Demon Tungsten... is this?"

"Silver Mist of Nightmare."

"No wonder Travis coveted Benigo's Demon Tungsten. Its true value might exceed my imagination."

Ronan pondered.

Next, he tested other metal spells with Demon Tungsten.

Though possessing all metal spell inheritances, Ronan learned few.

Besides core [Animate Metal], he knew an offensive spell—[High Energy Crucible], and a control spell—[Rusty Swamp].

The former flung metal to explode, like an invisible crucible heating it.

The latter entangled foes, like rusted metal, hindering movement, with corrosive damage.

Silverized, both spells enhanced.

Though these spells were basic, [Animate Metal] neared proficiency from frequent use.

[Animate Metal] granted a "lively" quality to metal, improving control, a prerequisite for most metal spells.

As proficiency increased, the metal's "activity" and bond with the wizard strengthened, enhancing spell effects.

After tormenting unlucky beasts, Ronan completed his metal spell tests, ready for the main topic.

—Decoding [Ascetic Body]'s master-level proficiency growth!

"Whoosh—"

Exhaling, Ronan removed his robe in a secluded, rocky spot.

His handsome features gained spirit with short hair.

Now, bare-chested, his perfect body radiated energy.

Ronan held the sword, considering where to start.

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