Three days later.
The disheveled and red-eyed Grimm sighed as he closed his book.
Just now, the long-awaited prompt from the A.I. Chip rang out in his mind.
[Bzzz, Flame Arrow's data model has been successfully constructed!]
It wasn't easy, it wasn't easy at all!
Unlike the first time, Blazing Hand was a spell that Grimm had completely grasped. As long as he could cast it once, the A.I. Chip would be able to accurately control the spiritual force and create a model of it in Grimm's spiritual world.
Hence, everything seemed so easy and relaxed.
However, Grimm hadn't truly grasped the Flame Arrow, and he couldn't even cast it once. Hence, the A.I. Chip's imitation, recording, and storage functions were useless.
Grimm had no choice but to take a different approach. He memorized the principles and casting techniques related to the Flame Arrow spell and passed them to the A.I. Chip to sort out the data and analyse the most suitable way to cast a spell.
The data model created through this method could not replace a real spiritual force model, and was considered a special type of experiment.
Grimm pinched his forehead and calmed himself down. He then said in a low voice, "Let's start the simulation!"
* Beep! * With a crisp sound, a figure that looked exactly like him appeared in Grimm's mind. Following the requirements of the data model, he forcefully chanted the incantation for the Flame Arrow spell.
Through the A.I. Chip's connection, Grimm's mind overlapped with the figure's. As the incantation progressed, the frequency of his spiritual force constantly changed. The figure's hands danced lightly, guiding the gathered elemental energy to form a flaming arrow.
Unfortunately, due to his lack of proficiency in casting the spell, the figure's hand movements lagged by half a beat when he chanted the 14th syllable of the incantation. In Grimm's spiritual world, the half-formed Flame Arrow suddenly exploded, and a violent shockwave of flames engulfed the figure in an instant.
If this was the real world, Grimm wouldn't even be able to keep half of his room. However, in this illusory world created by his spiritual force, the figure shook violently, and the vivid explosion of flames disappeared without a trace. The entire scene returned to its original state.
Although he knew that everything that happened here was virtual, the shadow controlled by Grimm could not help but wipe the cold sweat off his forehead.
Grimm's heart skipped a beat as he watched a fireball explode in front of him and engulf his body in an instant.
In order to let himself experience the complete process of casting a spell, Grimm had immersed his entire mind into the illusion. Therefore, you could say that everything that just happened was fake, or that a false reality had already happened.
Grim was not in a hurry to cast the spell again. Instead, he closed his eyes and analyzed the process in his mind again to determine the real cause of his mistake. Only then did he suddenly open his eyes and begin the second simulated spell casting.
Unfortunately, he still failed! This time, it was the 17th syllable that failed. He didn't adjust the frequency of his mental power oscillations in time, and the mental power model that he had constructed exploded once again. The elemental flames engulfed Grimm's body once again.
Light and shadow swayed as the scene rewound.
Soon, the spiritual world returned to its original state.
Grimm let out a bitter laugh and calmed himself down. Soon, his sonorous and forceful incantation resounded in the empty spiritual world once again.
Boom boom boom …
Endless explosions!
The reason for every mistake was the same. It was either his hand gestures could not keep up with the syllables of the incantation, or his mental power was not in sync. In short, no matter which part of the process went wrong, there was only one result, and that was endless explosions.
If this was the real world, Grimm's fragile body would have been blown to smithereens long ago. He would not be sitting in front of the wooden table in a daze like he was now.
After so many times of practice, his limited spiritual power had long been squeezed out until not a drop was left.
Whenever his mental power was completely exhausted, he would crawl to his bed and sleep. Once he woke up and replenished his mental power, he would go to the dining hall to eat and fill his stomach before returning to his residence for the next round of the simulation.
Grimm clenched his teeth and finally succeeded in casting the Flame Arrow with his willpower and determination.
When the silent elemental flames of the Flame Arrow condensed into a magic arrow and hovered steadily between Grimm's hands, he could not help but tear up. In the next second, the huge elemental flames engulfed him once again.
However, this time, he was not dispirited. Instead, he laughed heartily before the spiritual illusion was destroyed.
… …
Grimm sat in front of the wooden table, his eyes suddenly opened, revealing an unconcealable joy.
"A.I. Chip, have you saved the image?"
[The image has been saved and can be used at any time …]
Grimm forced himself to calm down and nodded, but his clenched fists showed his excitement.
The A.I. Chip's new function was a great help to him.
Without the A.I. Chip's virtual world, Grimm could only go to the magic room and study the Flame Arrow spell again and again. Every time he failed, he would have to endure the backlash of his spirit and body. Every time he suffered a backlash, he would need to recuperate and recuperate for a period of time. This would undoubtedly slow down his progress in learning spells.
Therefore, among the apprentices in the tower, most of them had only mastered one or two witchcraft. That was the main reason why there were so few apprentices.
Of course, there was also the possibility that some of the acolytes were hiding their true strength and had yet to display it. After all, every acolyte's research and progress were kept secret. It was a taboo for the Wizard Tower to pry into someone else's privacy.
However, there were only a few who were scheming. Most of them were unlucky ones who struggled at the bottom of the acolytes. To be honest, Grimm was one of them in the past.
However, with the activation of the A.I. Chip, Grimm felt that it was time for him to soar into the sky.
"A.I. Chip, send me the image of the success just now!"
* Bzzz … * Following the appearance of a stream of data, Grimm's mind once again projected the image of himself in the middle of casting a spell. Grimm's mind was immersed in the image, experiencing the process of casting the spell over and over again. Every detail, including the subtle changes in his mind at that time, was included without a single detail being left out.
Although it was only a simulation of his spirit, Grimm's mind was completely following the normal process of casting the spell. Apart from the lack of real elemental energy, it was almost no different from casting a spell in the real world.
Such a successful spell casting was extremely helpful to Grimm's mastery of witchcraft, and it went without saying. It could help Grimm save at least half a year to a year of painstaking work, and avoid the inevitable cycle of getting injured, recovering, getting injured again, and then recovering again.
Since he was able to succeed once or twice out of hundreds of attempts, it meant that Grimm's knowledge and strength were enough to support the casting of the Flame Arrow. The only thing stopping him from mastering the Flame Arrow was his proficiency in casting.
This was the A.I. Chip's strong suit!
After revising it many times and making sure that he had grasped all the key points, Grimm hurriedly left his residence and went straight to the magic training room.
This was also the inconvenience of being an acolyte.
Their mastery of spells was too low, and the consequences of practicing a spell they were not familiar with in their own residence were too severe. Therefore, they could only spend money to rent a magic training room in the Wizard Tower to test their new spells. In other words, mastering a new spell required a large amount of knowledge and a large amount of money.
…
The magic training room was located on the third floor of the Wizard Tower. It was a special area.
Although they were members of the Wizard Tower, the activity area that acolytes could set foot on was only between the first and third floor. The first floor was the activity area for acolytes who had just joined the Wizard Tower. The second floor was the living and entertainment area for formal acolytes, and the third floor was the public area for their witchcraft experiments and practice.
There was a library, a potion mixing room, a summoning room, an alchemy laboratory, a magic training room, a sealing room, a curse altar, a voodoo altar, and a potion cultivation room for formal acolytes. However, for a lone wolf like Grimm, the only places he frequented were the library and the magic training room. As for the other places, he did not have enough money to support him.
It was dinnertime, so there weren't many acolytes here.
Grimm hurriedly paid 10 gold coins to Amu, who was in charge of the magic training room, and received a special card. With this card, he had an hour of practice time in the magic training room.
For an Apprentice Sorcerer-Apprentice, an hour was not a short time. With their pitiful amount of spiritual force, they could not even support half an hour of crazy bombardment. If he used it without restraint, Grimm would run out of spiritual force in less than a quarter of an hour.
Grimm followed the symbol on the card to the corresponding stone door. He raised the card and shook it lightly, and the heavy stone door opened silently.
The so-called Witchcraft Training Room was just a simple stone room of about 40 square meters. However, there was a huge stone human-shaped target at the other end of the room. The dark and heavy material indicated that it was made from the obsidian of the Loathsome Demon.
With the strength of an acolyte, the low-level witchcraft experiments were not enough to destroy such a solid magic-repellent statue. That was why it became the most durable target in the training room.
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