Wizard Bloodline

Hundreds of pure black particles quietly materialized, each surrounded by an invisible force of attraction, distortion, and collapse.

When these forces combined, they formed an indescribably terrifying and destructive stream, overwhelming and unstoppable.

Sunlight distorted as it passed through this invisible field, and in an instant, the black torrent engulfed the ten frozen giant wasps.

When the torrent passed, only an empty, cleared space remained before the youth. The wasp beasts he had been battling had vanished without a trace.

"Whoosh—"

Ronan gently descended from mid-air, the intertwining auras of his two domains dispersing.

He raised his hand, releasing a swathe of black as a mass of Demon Tungsten flew into the sky. It then split into dozens of identical daggers that swiftly sliced through the snow-covered wasp carcasses below.

These were Green Spike Gale Wasps, first-level beasts whose individual strength wasn't particularly formidable. Normally, they capped at early first-level, with simple attack methods and obvious weaknesses, easily handled by an early first-level wizard.

However, the Green Spike Gale Wasps were communal beasts, rarely acting alone. Provoking one meant provoking the swarm, and their individual spell resonances could unleash large-scale collective attacks, transforming quantity into quality.

Thus, even late first-level wizards avoided provoking them, steering clear when encountered in the wild.

This wasp nest lay in a small valley five kilometers away, its numbers unknown. Ronan only dared to lure a small group each time, ensuring swift and efficient battles to prevent them from summoning more companions.

The daggers made from Demon Tungsten soon sliced open all the wasps on the ground, revealing their frozen honey sacs, now pale green crystals in the cold, each about the size of a thumb.

Ronan carefully collected these frozen honeys, along with some moderately valuable wings and stingers, before stopping.

"This time, there are Green Spike Gale Wasps nearing mid to high first-level emerging from the nest. There can't be many left inside, so the final goal is close."

Ronan thought as he gazed at the beautiful green honey crystals in his hand.

He had targeted these wasps because Benigo's formula for nurturing the Sacred Blood Tree seed required honey from a Green Spike Gale Wasp queen. With his current strength, deploying all his methods, facing a second-level queen was manageable. The challenge lay in the ever-present guardian swarm around the queen.

Now, these challenges were nearly resolved.

For the past month, Ronan had focused on eliminating the guardian swarms, using it as a form of grueling spell training.

Checking his character panel, the current information was as follows:

**[Name: Ronan Damien]**

**[Age: 17]**

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

**[Strength: First-level Official Wizard (39%)]**

**[Skills: Basic Meditation - Void Realm (Master 191/1600)

Energy Missile - Particle Stream (Master 226/1600)

Charged Weapon - Power of Dispelling (Master 154/1600)

Ice Ball - Desolate Freeze (Master 166/1600)]**

Thanks to Benigo's potion support, Ronan's mental power growth was smooth, reaching 39% progress as a first-level official wizard, akin to mid-first-level.

His total mental power had increased three to four times. If it was a droplet at initial advancement, it was now a small water sphere.

Of course, the greatest progress was in his spells.

[Particle Stream] had surged past 200 mastery points, and [Desolate Freeze] had surpassed [Power of Dispelling].

"[Particle Stream]'s domain is now exponentially stronger in both range and power than it was at just over 100 mastery points.

"I secretly tested it in the spell training room, and without full force, almost shattered the first-level spell test wall!"

"The Domain of Despair's range has doubled, with denser cold aura. But most significantly, the despair within is much stronger, freezing opponents physically, while the despair..."

Ronan looked at his pale, slender hands, almost translucent against the snow, murmuring, "It casts the heart into an icy abyss. Those lacking resolve might simply give up and await death."

Ronan had tested this on many Green Spike Gale Wasps.

In his recent battle with the wasps, he hadn't even used a third of his strength, treating it as spell practice.

"Understanding the core truths of domains, following the right path of insight, has rapidly increased mastery at the master level.

"But, [Particle Stream]'s surge period seems over."

Ronan mused. Recently, he'd noticed [Particle Stream]'s mastery growth slowing again.

It returned to relying on repeated practice to accumulate panel insights.

The reason was clear: his memories and insights about various floods were exhausted, all reflected in his current mastery.

"If I could witness real-life floods and waterfalls, I might gain more inspiration."

Ronan recalled Benigo mentioning that truly powerful wizard factions ultimately migrated downward.

Aside from denser energy particles and more resources, the lower one went, the more likely fascinating phenomena would occur—spectacular and unimaginable.

This also benefited domain insight.

"So perhaps the instinct and desire to descend relates to domain cultivation?"

Ronan didn't know, but it seemed plausible.

With [Particle Stream] plateauing, [Desolate Freeze]'s growth remained smooth, its mastery steadily climbing. At this pace, it might soon become his most mastered skill.

However.

Despite increased mastery in [Particle Stream] and [Desolate Freeze], Ronan had no clues about domain resonance.

That realm still seemed distant, with no clear path forward.

After organizing his gains, Ronan strolled out of the snowy area.

"It's time to take on some tasks in the Ring."

Over the past month, Ronan hadn't returned to the Ring.

Aside from gaining core member status and a standard Ring robe, he continued solitary training in the forest, unchanged from before joining the Ring.

His altercation with four Ring wizards at Benigo's courtyard seemed to have no aftermath.

Initially, Ronan thought they'd attack him outside the Ring, so he remained cautious, avoiding being followed or ambushed.

But after a month without incident, it was as if they'd forgotten him.

A calm before the storm.

"Forget? Impossible. Suffering such a loss, I'd struggle to swallow it, let alone a three-ring genius."

Ronan was certain the Travis he'd offended was either biding his time or planning something big.

The Ring's strict ban on internal strife had kept Benigo alive, proving the rule unbreakable.

Benigo had warned Travis might use other means to break or subdue him.

"I'm curious what other methods could truly break or subdue me."

Ronan's expression was calm, his blue eyes bright.

Despite Benigo's fate, Ronan wasn't particularly afraid.

His situation differed from Benigo's in one crucial aspect—

He was only a "one-ring."

A "three-ring" like Travis couldn't directly act against him; he was protected by certain rules.

Having advanced his mental power to mid-first-level, though his soul power couldn't yet condense the [Spirt's Mithril Transformation] sigil, his two domain spells had grown significantly, giving Ronan confidence to face a true second-level wizard.

No matter what Travis planned, its limits were foreseeable.

As long as Ronan remained cautious and avoided pre-set traps, Travis couldn't touch him.

Though he thought this, Ronan remained cautious.

If not for needing to return to the Ring for tasks, he'd prefer to train until reaching second-level.

Beyond the Ring's mandate that official members complete tasks or face penalties, possibly losing membership and being expelled, he needed tasks for contribution points.

While not lacking magic stones, Benigo occasionally had Ronan sell potions or rune stones, letting him skim a comfortable "commission."

But certain rare and valuable resources, including mental enhancement potions and Sacred Blood Tree materials, weren't available in Seventh Ring's shops.

Ronan had tried acquiring them through Quidi in the wizard community, but failed.

Some materials were exclusive to the Ring, requiring contribution points, with strict identity level requirements for exchange.

Ronan left the forest, returning to the Ring.

He cut his long hair short, and after a month, it had grown from white back to deep brown.

His appearance changed significantly, making him hard to recognize for those not familiar with him.

Even so, upon entering the Ring, he soon felt watched.

"Swish—"

Ronan suddenly turned, looking where the gaze came from.

He saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man with upturned eyebrows.

A late first-level wizard, standing tens of meters away, coldly staring without any attempt to hide or disguise.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, meeting the man's gaze for several seconds.

Then he turned, heading straight for the mission tower.

The upturned-eyebrow wizard followed, exuding intense hostility, like a ghost in broad daylight, trailing behind.

Ronan's expression remained calm, unchanged by the man's presence, continuing his plan to earn contribution points through tasks.

Entering the mission tower, he found a spacious metal hall, rune patterns glowing on the walls.

Wizards in silver robes sat inside, some resting, others chatting in groups.

Most were ordinary members, with occasional core "one-rings."

Ronan and the upturned-eyebrow wizard's entry drew attention, especially towards Ronan—likely due to his core status despite only mid-first-level strength.

There were many windows for task reception, each staffed by Ring members.

To accept tasks, one must select, register, and report at the appropriate window. Upon completion, tasks were handed in at the window for processing.

Ronan surveyed the area, seeing most windows occupied, except for one on the far left.

He approached the empty window, finding a short-haired girl with green hair inside, resting her chin on her hand, eyes closed, seemingly napping or meditating. Her mental power was early first-level, giving a clumsy, cute impression.

Ronan approached, lightly tapping the metal desk.

"Eek!"

The green-haired girl startled awake, flustered as she straightened.

"Do you want to take on a task?"

She asked, her face flushed, seemingly wishing to find a hole to crawl into—she'd definitely been napping.

Ronan was amused, his irritation from being followed by the upturned-eyebrow man eased.

"Yes."

Ronan nodded. The green-haired girl handed him a thin task booklet, filled with detailed task information for him to choose from.

Ronan quickly scanned the booklet, thinking for a moment before deciding.

"This one... Harvest Deep Abyss Worm glands."

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