Lin Li stayed in the tower for a total of 10 days. Most of the time, he was thrown in the Cinder Woods. Almost every day, he was ordered around by Andoine to go back and forth between the Twilight Forest and the Cinder Woods. Moreover, Andoine's reasons for ordering him around were all kinds of strange things. Today, the Teleportation Portal was broken, tomorrow, he lacked some herbs, and the day after, the old man suddenly wanted to eat some specialties of the Cinder Woods …
"What the hell, what specialties of the Cinder Woods? Do you want to eat the mud on the ground?" Every time he heard these reasons, Lin Li could not help but roll his eyes.
However, he had to go. How could he not understand the old man's intention? It was nothing more than for him to go to the Cinder Woods a few more times so that he could get used to the sudden change in strength.
To be honest, this feeling was really weird …
In the morning, he had the strength of level-15, but in the afternoon, he was only level-14, and at night, he returned to level-15 …
After 10 consecutive days, Lin Li did not become schizophrenic for a long time.
But the benefits were also obvious.
Almost every morning, Lin Li would be surprised to find that there were some new changes in the strength in his body. This change might not be obvious to others, but Lin Li could clearly feel that these changes accumulated bit by bit. It was as if he had been reborn.
This kind of improvement was not reflected in the level of strength. Lin Li entered the Cinder Woods at level-15. After 10 days, he was still at level-15, but his control of his own strength had entered a completely new realm. Be it his understanding of himself or his control of strength, they had reached a level that he had never imagined before.
In comparison, the Lin Li in the past was just a child holding a sharp knife, but did not know how to use it. If he was lucky, he could stab two people to death, but if he was unlucky, he could stab himself.
As time passed, Lin Li became more adept at manipulating magic, especially when it came to Archmage-level magic. In the past, Lin Li would need to recite a spell hurriedly when he used the Levitation Spell, but when he returned from the Cinder Woods, he did not even need to gesture. He just needed to release a trace of mana to trigger the elemental structure that had been arranged beforehand, and he could instantly release the signature magic of an Archmage.
Everyone wanted to become stronger, especially Lin Li, who had always been afraid of death. When he was thrown into the Cinder Woods by Andoine, he would complain occasionally, but once he noticed the changes in his body, he almost immediately gave up complaining, and plunged into the Cinder Woods to fight all kinds of magical beasts. Even when he returned to the tower at night, he still had to study all kinds of Archmage-level magic until late at night.
The past 10 days could be considered the most hardworking Lin Li had been since he left Jarrosus.
In just 10 days, Lin Li had almost swept away all the magic below level-15 in the tower. Every night when he returned to his room, he would always have a thick pile of them in his arms.
Almost every night when he passed by Lin Li's bedroom, Andoine would always see the brightly lit room, and the figure in the black robe would always be bent over the desk, studying. Sometimes, there would be a low recitation coming from the room, and sometimes, there would be a weak magical wave. Even Andoine could not help but secretly admire the kind of hard work that Lin Li had neglected to eat and sleep.
Tonight was the same. After dinner, Lin Li hid in his bedroom.
What was different from the past few days was that what was in front of him today was not a thick pile of books, but a piece of yellowed parchment. When he had first arrived in Alanna, Macklin had taken out a lost level-15 spell in order to get Lin Li to help him forge a magical weapon.
Now, this lost level-15 spell was placed in front of Lin Li.
Lin Li still remembered that Macklin had once said that the spell copied on the parchment was called Mental Disruption. Once mastered, one could use his own mental strength to interfere with the opponent's spellcasting. If used well, it was almost equivalent to another Mana Retroaction.
Even a child would know that the battle between mages was a competition of who could release more and stronger magic. If one of them suddenly had an additional Mana Retroaction, how terrifying would it be?
However …
The direction of Lin Li's research was not how to master this spell.
With his current familiarity with the power of an Archmage, level-15 magic did not require much effort at all. He only needed to study a little about the elemental structure, and he would be able to release it. Although Mental Disruption was a long-lost level-15 spell, the time Lin Li spent on it was only one or two hours.
But after completely mastering this spell, Lin Li began to have doubts in his heart.
Now that he had the Mana Retroaction and the Arcane Wall on the Dragon's Eye, these two spells were more than enough to deal with opponents of the same level. Adding another Mental Disruption seemed to be superfluous. As for those opponents that he could not contend with, Mental Disruption did not have much meaning either. When facing them, the first thing he had to consider was how to save his life, and not use Mana Retroaction to gamble on that slim chance.
Thus, the direction of Lin Li's research was on Mental Shock …
Among the level-15 spells, the structure of Mental Disruption was not complicated. It could be seen from the parchment in front of him that most of the common language was mixed with a little High Elves Language. This meant that there were not many details that needed to be described in High Elves Language. For someone like Lin Li who had climbed to the level of an Archmage, he naturally understood that the simpler the structure of a spell, the easier it was to modify it.
Since he could use Mental Shock to disrupt the opponent's spellcasting, could he also use Mental Shock to cause damage to the opponent?
To others, this might be a joke.
For pure mental attacks, unless the difference between the two parties was too big, or one party had extremely high attainments in mental magic, such as the legendary Liches, the legendary underground creatures, the Evil Eyes, or the legendary Titans' nemesis, the Black Dragons. Powerful existences like them could naturally use pure mental attacks to hurt any enemy.
But how could an ordinary mage have such strong mental strength?
Elemental sequencing required mental strength, manipulating mana required mental strength, maintaining a spellcasting state required mental strength, and even recovering a little bit of mana still required mental strength. This was like money. Everyone knew that money was a good thing, but everyone felt that they had too little of it.
Perhaps only a monster like Lin Li would be able to think about mental attacks.
It could not be helped. His mental strength was too strong.
No matter how complicated the elemental sequencing was, he could almost complete it in an instant. No matter how strong the mana, he could complete the operation in an instant. As for maintaining a spellcasting state and maintaining mana recovery, these things were not a problem for him at all. Have you seen the sea being drained or the abyss being filled? In the few months that he had been in Anril, Lin Li had never worried about mana.
For almost half of the night, Lin Li had been staring at the yellowed parchment.
He had been thinking of ways to separate the part of the mental attack spell, but it was easier said than done. Separating a small part from a complete spell would affect the whole thing. Even the creator of the spell might not know what would happen. Maybe the whole structure of the spell would collapse, or maybe a new spell would be born. In any case, it would not stay the same.
"Felic, why are you still awake at this hour?" Andoine asked as he entered the room.
"Oh, I'm studying a spell …" Lin Li turned around and realized that his door was not closed. The old man did not even knock on the door and just swaggered in.
"What spell is so late? Let me see …" Andoine walked to the desk and held the yellowed parchment in his hand. "Eh, it's Mental Disruption? That guy Macklin gave it to you? "
"How did you know?" Lin Li was puzzled.
"Of course I know." Andoine smiled, and put the parchment back on the table. "Back then, when Macklin was copying this scroll, I saw it clearly from the side. This fellow thought that I wouldn't know just because he was secretly copying it in the library. He didn't even think about what kind of place the Supreme Council is. How can an Archmage like him sneak around …?"
"You mean to say that the origin of this incantation is not legitimate?"
"It's not that bad. We had already decided to let this guy copy a few spells in the Great Library as a greeting gift for him. Who knew that this guy thought he was smart and snuck into the Great Library. In the end, he only managed to copy one Mental Disruption spell before running away …"
"…" Lin Li did not know whether to laugh or cry. Only Macklin would do such a wretched thing.
"Why are you suddenly interested in this spell?" Andoine asked curiously after he finished talking about the past.
"I'm just taking a look."
"Don't study it anymore. It is already so late. If you are interested, I can bring you to the Sky Castle another day. I happen to know the creator of this spell. When the time comes, I can ask him to give you some pointers. You will most likely be able to master it completely."
"You know the creator of this spell?" Lin Li's eyes lit up when he heard this.
He spent the whole night studying how to separate the part of the Mental Shock. So far, he had some experience. However, he could not make up his mind on a few key characters written in the High Elves Print. He had been thinking about how to change these key characters so that it would not affect the part of the Mental Shock.
"If only I could ask the creator of this spell …" Lin Li could not help but think of slacking off when he was having a splitting headache.
Of course, this was just a thought. How could he meet someone who could create a level-15 spell so easily?
He did not expect that the old man would say such a thing.
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