Chapter 651: Dust of the Magus
However, the next volume caused him to sigh in relief. Unlike their academies, everyone could learn magic from childhood here. But with the opportunity came the familiar competitiveness for potions, weapons, and adequate knowledge.
Even if easier to access, without formal education, most commoners never developed their own techniques as Adam did. Preferring to understand how to use ready-made ones, they perfected their uses by modifying slight components to fit their needs.
Engrossed in the discoveries, he didn’t notice the darkening sky nor the annoyed glares Jack threw at him. He continued to read historical tomes, one after another.
His friends were the same, their lips twisting a little more with each book they returned to the shelves. Body cultivation along with magic? Ready-made mana techniques from the very first tier? It felt as if everything they had learned was mere fragments of a shattered fresco—rather, they were the dust left by the magus.
As the flickering candles brightened the lounge through the night, a frown creased Adam’s brows in his blessed land.
Two months had already passed since he began altering his cells, and though bored to death by the process, he inched toward a ten percent completion rate. In fact, he was now so familiar with the process that he could do it half-consciously while focusing on something else... like the source of his frustration.
Unfurled on the table, the complex diagram’s octagonal shapes drawn on a broad piece of parchment seemed to mock him. Even worse, the Qi nodes at their junction looked like curved eyes challenging him to force them to fuel the formation with natural energies.
"Damn it." He gripped his forehead, his fingers massaging his temples.
This was just a miniaturised version of the inactive spiritual condensation formations he found in the throne room. Yet no matter how he imbued them, the nodes rejected his Qi like a gourmet dissatisfied by mediocre food.