Phantom Island, outside of the Sorcerer's Garden.
An old man with silver hair was waving an alchemy wand in his hand, placing all kinds of materials into an underground alchemy array. Mana was contained in the alchemy spell, and its transformations covered the whole area. The Sorcerer's Garden was becoming more and more solid in the old man's hands. It was already releasing an ancient aura.
Sunders stood behind the old man and treated him with great respect, even though the old man was one level weaker than him. However, as a master alchemist of Floating Mech City, "Moonlight Silver", Kusiluo deserved his respect.
Master alchemists were rare in the southern region. Kusiluo was even older than Jellal. His nickname "Moonlight Silver" was not as famous as Jellal's "Mythril Innovator". In fact, Kusiluo's original title was "Moonlight Master". No one could rival him when it came to the transformations of "Moonlight Silver". Later, Kusiluo complained that "Moonlight Master" did not sound good, so he came up with the name "Moonlight Silver".
Kusiluo was the master alchemist Sunders hired to help him build the Sorcerer's Garden.
After two months of work, the Sorcerer's Garden was already showing some results. Sunders could even see what was happening inside through the thin clouds.
He was looking forward to seeing what kind of law the Sorcerer's Garden would give birth to. He had been guarding the place these days to prevent anyone from sneaking in.
While Sunders was paying attention to Kusiluo's progress, Butler Goode hurried to Sunders and whispered something in his ear.
"Master Kusiluo, I have to excuse myself for a moment." Sunders frowned after hearing Goode's words.
Kusiluo waved a hand casually. He did not look away from the Sorcerer's Garden at all.
Sunders moved to a place where there was no one around and asked Goode in a low voice, "Angor was assassinated by a mortal?"
Goode nodded. "Yes. But he's fine now. Someone is protecting him. I sent my Phantom Servants to investigate. It seems to be Mister Ness' student. "
"Ness' student …" Sunders remembered the man who provoked Angor many times on The Savage.
"My lord, should we inform Lord Ness?" Good asked.
Sunders waved his hand. "No need. It's just a small matter. If Angor can't handle it, he doesn't deserve to be my student."
Goode nodded and was about to leave.
"Wait. How's Angor's training now?" Sunders stopped Goode.
Goode recalled the message he received from his subordinate. "I don't think we have a spirit model yet."
Sunders chuckled. "So he's still trying to figure out how to locate a target in a thirty-six-dimensional space coordinate system."
That's right, this kind of lost accurate positioning method was enough to make anyone go crazy. He had been working tirelessly on his research. However, he only managed to calculate the second coordinate of the third plane so far. If he wanted to calculate all seven faces, with his ability, it would probably take him more than ten years.
Everyone's mind space was different, and the coordinates he calculated were not suitable for Angor. He had to calculate all the coordinates himself to perfectly recreate Singularity Dispersive Meditation.
But with Angor's ability, it would take him much longer, and he would definitely miss the golden period of his training.
Sunders didn't want Angor to waste his time on this either. But since he was the one who proposed the channeling method, he couldn't just tell Angor to stop using the thirty-six-dimensional space coordinate system. The resulting Singularity Dispersive Meditation model might have some flaws, but it was still better than other channeling methods in the world.
If he said that, he would be slapping himself in the face. Therefore, he only suggested Angor to use a different method in the handbook.
Sunders considered and spoke to Goode, "Tell Angor that the Sorcerer's Garden in Floating Mech City will be open to the public in a year. The entry requirement is to climb one of the Sky Towers. The law of the garden is' purification ', which will increase the chance of becoming a wizard. "
Goode nodded. "I'll go tell Mister Padt now."
"Go," said Sunders.
Sunders knew Angor wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible, so he used the Sorcerer's Garden as a bait to persuade Angor to give up and use another method.
…
That night, Angor received Goode's message.
After Goode left, Angor fell into silence. The law of "purification" could increase the chance of becoming a wizard. This was too tempting. Any apprentice would go crazy over it.
So would Angor.
Gu Deyan said that this matter was still confidential and had not been spread. It would take at least half a year for the news to spread. He could already foresee how crazy the apprentices would become in half a year's time. Every Sky Tower would become a bloodbath.
The next six months would be his best chance. As long as he could reach the top of a Sky Tower within half a year, he would be able to avoid the crazy attacks of the apprentices when the news spread.
However, it was not easy to reach the top of a Sky Tower in half a year.
According to the rules of the Sky Tower, if he wanted to reach the top quickly, he couldn't wait until the end of the season to accumulate his points. He had to crush his opponents with his own strength.
This was a bit difficult for Angor. Usually, only level-1 and level-2 apprentices participated in Sky Tower. However, he still couldn't do it right now.
He hadn't even crossed the boundary of supernatural yet. It would be very difficult for him to reach the level where he could defeat most level-2 apprentices in half a year.
Usually, only level-2 elite apprentices could reach the top of a Sky Tower. Once they reached the top, they would be qualified to challenge the Tower of Infinity. Most of the people who went to the Tower of Infinity were powerful Rank 3 Apprentices. Some of them could even achieve great results in the Tower of Infinity before becoming official Wizards. For example, Nausica's teacher, Fantase Koneida, reached the 100th level of the Tower of Infinity as a level-3 apprentice.
Angor's current goal was not to challenge the Tower of Infinity. He wanted to reach the top of a Sky Tower before the news spread.
However, how could a person without any actual combat ability compete with the other Sorcerer-Apprentices in half a year?
Angor buried this thought in his mind for now. The most important thing right now was to create the third surface. As long as he could make the third slash, he could use the hologram tablet to quickly calculate the result.
To construct the perfect singularity scattering model inside his body, he had to use the 36-dimensional space coordinate system. Angor understood Goode's words, and he knew that Sunders must have told him to do so. But he didn't think too much about it. Sunders didn't know about his cheating device, the hologram tablet.
One was the law of "purification" from Floating Mech City's Sorcerer's Garden, and the other was the perfect singularity scattering model. Angor wanted both, but if he had to choose one, he would choose the latter. But … if he had enough time, he also wanted to challenge the Sky Tower after constructing the perfect model.
He might be too greedy, but he had to have a dream.
Angor stopped thinking about it and focused on calculating the coordinates of the third surface. If he had enough time, he would give it a try. But first, he needed a perfect spirit model.
…
The third slash required three coordinates. It took Angor two months to find the first one. Therefore, from this moment on, all his energy was focused on calculating the other two coordinates.
"Supercomputer" mode was turned on again. Huge amounts of data flooded Angor's mind like a torrent. Half an hour later, Angor fainted on the ground.
When he woke up, he continued using "Supercomputer" mode. He didn't plan to rest at all. Instead, he devoted all his waking hours to "Supercomputer". Even when he was eating, drinking, and going to the toilet, various formulas and data would appear on his retina. He never slacked off.
Time passed in such a frenzied cultivation.
The time limit of his supercomputing ability was increased from half an hour to one hour. This greatly improved Angor's calculation speed.
A month later, Angor found the second coordinate. At this time, the new year had passed and they had entered the Month of Recovery.
Angor glanced at the calendar by accident and realized that he missed his birthday in the Month of Freezing Earth. He was already 15 years old before he knew it.
He didn't mind missing his birthday. He wasn't in Padt Manor, where his brother and professor would celebrate his birthday for him. No one knew about his birthday on this strange Fey Continent. So what if he missed it?
When the Month of Resuscitation entered its countdown, Angor finally found the third coordinate.
A white light flashed in his mind space. Angor used his spirit power as a blade and made the third slash.
Angor looked at the three intersecting surfaces in his mind space and grinned.
He was exhausted, but he didn't go to rest right away. Instead, he recorded the third coordinate on his hologram tablet. Then, he combined all the recorded data and asked the system to calculate the remaining four surfaces automatically.
After typing on the hologram keyboard for a while, a system message popped up on his desktop. [Calculation started. Estimated time: 504 hours 43 minutes 51 seconds.]
He sighed in relief when he saw the countdown timer going down.
504 hours, which was 21 days.
Even the hologram tablet took 21 days to calculate. Angor estimated that it would take an astronomical amount of time if he replaced it with a human brain. No wonder this kind of locator method was lost in history. It was too demanding. Apprentices didn't have the time to waste.
Angor stretched his body and went to his bedroom to sleep. He hadn't slept on a soft bed for months. When he lay down, he still felt uncomfortable. But he was too tired. Soon, he fell asleep.
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