Wishing magic was a high-circle arcane spell that was exclusive to archmages and powerful existences. However, it wasn't rare in this world. It would often appear in stories, dramas, and myths … but it would either be used as an antagonist, or the result would always be bad.
Those who truly knew about this spell would never think of relying on it.
Making a wish would make it come true? Heh heh, if there really was such a good thing, the mages would have long since conquered the world. Those who had used wishing magic before would probably come to the same conclusion: never use wishing magic again.
The reason for this was that most wishing magic followed the principle of equivalent exchange. You would receive what you paid for.
"Don't be greedy."
This was the experience of those who had succeeded in making a wish. It was also the final reason why the protagonists of those fables and myths were able to laugh. Those powerful antagonists usually reached their end in greed and desire. Those Gods, God Equipment, and Dimensional Lords all used a unique method to fulfill their wishes.
Dramas originated from reality. As far as I knew, many stories related to wishing magic were based on reality.
Desiring eternal life? Transforming into a stone statue and being buried in the Astral Plane would grant you absolute eternal life.
Desiring greater power? Allowing you to instantly obtain enough power to explode an entire planet. Then, you would truly explode.
Desiring to become a God? Either you would be able to merge with a God's corpse in the Astral Plane, or you would be unable to control your Divine Concept and Divine Throne the moment you became a God and instantly perished.
Desiring to be surrounded by countless beautiful women? That unlucky mercenary king's eyes were permanently enchanted. From then on, all men in his eyes became all sorts of beautiful women … In a way, this was probably the most pitiful outcome. But since the mercenary king was so satisfied and even created a gigantic "harem," just imagining what hell that would be like, er, it would be better for future generations to not take things too seriously.
Wishing magic wasn't a panacea. It was only a mechanism to achieve one's goal through a subtle exchange.
Some people said that the Gods were the ones who granted wishes. However, no God had ever taken responsibility for such a thing. Most mages believed that the natural laws of the world would complete this exchange.
In a sense, this was a transaction that would definitely "succeed". Of course, it depended on how you defined success. If you planned to obtain a mountain of gold with fifty cents, then you couldn't blame the wishing spell for distorting your wishes.
No matter how much one thought about the words of the wish, it was impossible to change this rule. It was just like how no matter how good one was at bargaining, it was impossible for the owner of a shop to sell his goods at a price lower than the cost. If such a thing really happened, it could only be robbery or fraud.
But the Benediction Spell couldn't find a target to rob.
For those who succeeded in making a wish, the magical energy consumed to activate the wishing spell could already be used to accomplish their goals with their own hands. It was destined to be a losing business.
However, that doesn't mean that this spell is meaningless. I have seen Great Mage Leon who truly knows how to use the Wishing Spell. The way he uses the Wishing Spell is really thought-provoking.
"Make a wish. I want a bottle of 1962 Soth red wine."
"Make a wish. I wish for the house to become clean."
"Make a wish. I wish for my apple tree sapling to become a large tree and bear fruit within a day."
In his hands, the Benediction Spell wasn't some kind of ladder to the heavens to achieve his grand goals. Instead, it was a tool to make life more convenient and faster. In his eyes, the Benediction Spell was essentially no different from other spells.
"If I want to obtain something, I will obtain it with my own hands."
The correct method of "making a deal" with the world was to stop wanting something, to make a deal that would result in a slight loss, and to obtain convenience after paying an excessive cost.
I sensed a power similar to the power of the Benediction Spell on the monument at the extreme point of this world. It was directly connected to the source of the world and borrowed the power of the Creator Goddess. The world had to pay the price.
It could be said that this existence itself was even more valuable than its power. If I could research the secrets of the Creator Goddess, even if it was just a tiny bit, it would be an improvement for the entire civilization. Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to research it right now. I could faintly sense that as long as I left this place, I would never be able to return again.
This "Benediction Spell" limited the scope of a wish, making it impossible to make a wish based on a twisted interpretation.
Since the Creator Goddess had feelings for her children, I wasn't worried that my wish would be granted in the worst possible way. Since that was the case, why not take a gamble?
"I, Roland Mist, wish to go to … the place where Cavendish doesn't want me to appear the most!"
If this wish couldn't be granted, I could simply change the location.
And if my wish was granted, I would most likely appear on the battlefield in Bardi. But if my wish was granted and I didn't appear on that battlefield, then it would truly be worth looking forward to.
"Recently, I've been on the defensive all this time. That's all because Cavendish has planned ahead of time. I can only keep up with him step by step. Even if I go to the battlefield in Bardi, is that really his weakness? Not necessarily. "
Now that I had a chance to catch up, why would I give it up?
But when I said my wish, I received no response. Just as I was hesitating about whether or not I should change my wish, the world before me changed.
"Is this the power of the Creator Goddess? I don't feel anything at all …"
When I hesitantly looked in front of me, a group of busy Imps was also gaping at my sudden appearance. Since they were so shocked, some of them even dropped the items in their hands. But the next instant, when they saw my face clearly, they panicked even more.
* Smack! Smack! Smack! *
Whips descended from the sky and scattered all the little demons.
The next instant, a high-level succubus landed in front of me and half-knelt in front of me.
"High Lord, you've returned."
I paused in surprise for a moment, but then came to a sudden realization.
This succubus had probably mistaken me for Cavendish. Cavendish often took on human form that didn't reveal any of his power. Only someone who was familiar with me would be able to tell us apart.
I looked around me. This seemed to be a pitch-black cave, but there were demons and humans everywhere. They seemed to be constructing something.
The moment that I looked over, I felt several gazes on me.
The next instant, I unhesitatingly activated my Original Sin Demon God transformation. The power of the Abyss covered my entire body, and the power of the Abyss overflowed from my skin. The succubus in front of me seemed to sense something as her entire body trembled in fear.
"… Who are you? How's the work I gave you going? "
The one who asked this question wasn't the succubus who was in charge of this place. Instead, it was me who asked it first.
My tone was quite calm, but I didn't hide the arrogance and carelessness in my tone at all. It was highly likely that I was mimicking Cavendish's tone, gambling on the fact that this succubus didn't know Cavendish at all.
She was only a high-level succubus. There were at least several hundred thousand of them in the Chaos Abyss, if not several million. Normally, even if she saw a Chaos Main God, she would only be able to see him from afar. She would only be able to remember his face from his portrait.
Since she had already admitted that she was wrong, then this method of mine would have a high chance of succeeding.
"Venerated High Lord, I'm the second rank supervisor Tina. We've been working day and night. Lady Didina personally whipped thirty-seven lazy cowards to death, but … but that venerated mission is far too difficult. We still need some more time."
The succubus knelt on the ground and lowered her head while trembling all over. She didn't even dare to look at me, as if she was afraid that the Chaos Main God would tear her to shreds if the project wasn't progressing well enough.
I smiled as I looked at the succubus Tina before me. Although it was likely that I wouldn't be able to keep this a secret for long, there was no reason for me to miss out on information and information that was delivered to my doorstep.
"Don't inform them. I'm here in private to check on the project's progress. I want to see if there are any idiots who dare to slack off. Show me the way so that I can see the 'results' of your hard work. If you can't satisfy me … Heehee. "
The succubus who had just stood up suddenly felt her legs go weak, and she almost fell to the ground. A strange "Heehee" sounded in her mind as she imagined Hell's Hundred Punishments.
For a succubus at her level, not to mention the Chaos Main God's anger, even the Chaos Main God's anger would be more than enough to kill her.
Demon Main Gods were never reasonable, nor did they need to be reasonable.
The pitiful fate of the succubus sisters who had offended a Demon Main God due to trivial matters in the past was still fresh in Tina's mind. Tina hurriedly crawled forward, but she didn't see the "High Lord" behind her. She revealed a playful smile.
"In that case, let me see just what else Cavendish is hiding."
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