Seven years of preparation wasn't actually that long for a normal job class.
For a newbie in the Aishi plane, it would take six to seven years of polishing their foundations to become a job class. From seven to sixteen years old, it was an extremely normal path.
This long period of time was used to learn all sorts of techniques and knowledge, allowing one's life to change from a normal mortal to a constantly evolving child of combat.
That step was extremely crucial and also extremely long.
Just like what those magicians said, no matter which job class one chose, no matter if it was Bronze, Silver, Gold, or First, Second, or Third Grades, it was all a life's advancement on the path of evolution.
As for Rorschach and Lori, within a short six years, they managed to develop their life path to about Seventh Grades … This wasn't because they were geniuses or special, but because they had unknowingly paid a price for it.
Just like everything else in the world, the bloodline of their parents gave them the foundation and beginning of everything.
However, compared to most people, their starting point was much higher, and the end point was much wider, so much so that they might not be able to reach it in their entire lives.
If they were in a magical world like the Aishi plane, they would definitely be crowned as geniuses. With just a little guidance, they would be able to advance triumphantly, and there wouldn't be any obstacles before they reached Legend rank.
However, their unreliable parents didn't have any intentions of letting them comfortably reach the peak. Perhaps they felt that a difficult environment was more suitable for polishing newbies, but those who were familiar with them all felt that they were too used to living in a modern civilization and couldn't be bothered to move to another place, so they simply left the siblings in a magic-free area until they were almost adults.
Magical bloodlines in a magic-free environment were like fish out of water. They would either walk on a completely deformed path of evolution and grow useless breathing organs in water, or they would try to prolong their feeble existence and struggle to see if they could do something before they completely died. Or they would simply end up like the mortals around them.
Living the rest of their lives as mortals was perhaps a choice for them. Perhaps, to their families, this was a blessing.
However, everyone had their own ambitions. Their sly family gave them the possibility of other choices.
Yes, it was only a possibility.
"Alright. Although I feel that you will be happier as ordinary mortals, if you really want to embark on the rugged path of evolution, you shouldn't be unprepared."
It was precisely because of this that the youth's childhood was filled with all sorts of boring and useless sword cultivation. His unconventional father had used his own way of thinking to deal with various environments and his understanding of the rules in an extremely crude manner to imprint them into the depths of the youth's memories.
"Only those who are used to fighting will have the chance to survive to the end."
Simple, crude, and effective.
He didn't have a daughter, because that man always felt that his son should be raised in poverty, should be polished repeatedly, and should take on the responsibility of protecting his younger sister. A son made of mud had to shoulder a complicated responsibility, and a daughter made of water had to be responsible for being cute and happy.
My mother's bedtime stories and cruel fairy tales were filled with countless mysteries hidden in her self-created language. Her parents hoped that she would never have the chance to use the knowledge and mysteries she stole from some unknown dimension or soul in her entire life.
Sometimes, the history of a dimension's rise and fall, or a world's strongest basic elemental laws, would be nothing more than a simple sentence or two in the eyes of a truly wise person. They would even be able to weave this into various forms, such as fairy tales, detective stories, classic epics, and even rap.
These deeply buried seeds would be another type of nutrition or food reserve. Nobody would hope for the day when they would be truly used.
Perhaps the children of evil dragons would be natural poisonous snakes. However, if two evil dragons were tempted and raised into little white rabbits, then this was either a scheme or they were too good at disguising themselves.
And so, under the care of their sly parents, these two "ordinary people" would be just like USB drives with a large number of "decompression packs". All they needed was a suitable environment and the correct password, and the USB drives would instantly expand and reveal their true appearances.
That environment would be a magical world.
The password would be a choice between life and death.
Perhaps for most existences, death would be a sudden accident, an Armageddon that would cut off all possibilities, a personal phrase.
However, for some existences, death wouldn't even be considered a comma.
"Death is a different perspective. Using the soul to view this world, you will discover many new things."
"Experiencing death, crossing the border between life and death, and reflecting on the past, you will understand what life is. Ha, only after dying once can you truly understand the mysteries of life. Of course, the prerequisite is that you have the ability to climb out of the abyss of death."
Some things weren't suitable to be explained too directly, so those bastards packed it up and put it into an endless gigantic book.
Yep, the God Equipment Book of Ten Thousand Spells.
There were far too many frightening mysteries in the casual conversations and stories of the past, but when Rorschach and Lori opened the Book of Ten Thousand Spells … the things contained within could no longer be described as taboo knowledge.
"Knowledge itself isn't good or evil. If there must be a standard for good or evil, then only one's actions can be defined. Moreover, it also depends on the viewpoint of the person defining it."
The Book of Ten Thousand Spells was very important. It was the only thing left behind by the mother to her children. If the children of a Legend-ranked mage really opened the pages of the book, they definitely wouldn't teach the messengers of truth, goodness, and beauty.
Mages were researchers, explorers of the truth. Truth and knowledge were endless, and most mages had their own areas of expertise. Rorschach and Lori were no exception.
"Soul."
This was Lori's research area. She was only left with her soul.
Her existence was the entire soul network itself. The difference between Gods and undead sometimes wasn't that important.
Perhaps even she herself didn't know what she was now after all the changes and accumulations over the years, as well as the endless power of faith.
Perhaps only Rorschach knew that she probably couldn't be considered a standard New God anymore.
Perhaps only the two of them knew that her existence had already broken free from the so-called Gods' rules and restrictions.
As for Rorschach's research direction, it was much simpler.
"Life."
Rorschach's definition of life was no longer limited to carbon-based life. In this aspect, his definition of life was rather … subtle.
"An outer shell capable of attaching, giving birth, and nurturing a soul. Depending on whether or not it can evolve, or whether or not it can help with evolution, it can be labeled as inferior or excellent."
Mortal bodies, steel creations, and even plants that didn't have self-awareness didn't change in Rorschach's eyes.
"Plants don't count as independent life forms? Actually, they had souls as well. It was just that most existences didn't have any self-awareness or thinking organs. The wood spirits' magical plants were another development path for plant life forms. They had souls and physical bodies, so they were naturally capable of evolving and growing.
When the siblings discussed their research, the scene became even more subtle.
[This is software.]
"This is hardware."
Strangely enough, their powers finally intersected. What this meant was that only an extremely small number of people could clearly see.
After seven years, Rorschach's job class level didn't change at all. However, such a long period of time was more than enough for Rorschach to go from rank 1 to rank 7. It was more than enough for his inner self to completely change.
After experiencing countless paths and choices, Rorschach finally chose the path that was most suitable for him: Life Weaver.
If he was a standard spellcaster who relied on his talent and magic power to support himself before, he was now a true top-notch researcher, an existence who had climbed the ladder of evolution.
"Life Observation."
Facing the endless number of evil cultists, Roland snapped his fingers. In the next instant, the entire world seemed to stop. Roland, whose thoughts were madly speeding up, now had the time to observe the … experimental subject before him.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How interesting. As expected of a space creature. Its concept is truly interesting."
From a certain standpoint, it was inevitable that Lori and Rorschach would become spellcasters. Their abilities would eventually lead to such an outcome.
The difference between normal spellcasters and true magicians was that the former would only copy various casting templates, while the latter would simply view magic as a tool, a useful tool for research.
Rorschach's current spellcasting accelerated his life's trajectory. The result of madly speeding up his self-awareness caused his opponent to be in a state of relative stillness.
At the same time, his opponent's life form was completely exposed under the spell's enhancement. At this moment, Roland deeply understood what an Evil God was and what kind of existence it was.
"What I know is what I see. What I see is my existence. My existence is to seek more of what I see … Why does this guy's concept seem so much like the God of Knowledge?"
Unlike the Abyss, Evil Gods at the level of the universe were usually not so evil that it was unacceptable. However, excessively large existences themselves, or just their gaze, would be a calamity that would destroy everything for the weak.
Rorschach shook his head. In his vision, the evil cultists hadn't changed that much.
Their physical bodies were still the same. The only reason why they had changed beyond recognition was because of the abnormal organ on their bodies, the Eye of Wisdom.
"This guy is truly greedy."
Every eyeball could be seen as a part of an Evil God's main body. The greedy Evil Gods of the universe used countless bodies to carry the endless eyeballs in order to obtain more knowledge and existence.
Such an existence could casually become the God of Wisdom or the God of Magic in any magical fantasy world. However, their existences themselves had probably surpassed a single world.
Even destroying the superplanet-level eyeball in their main body would be meaningless. That was a relatively large part of the endless Eye of Wisdom. They were the collection of greedy thoughts of "seeing," "seeing more," and "more knowledge." It was impossible to destroy or seal them. It was just like how no matter what you did to a cup of water, you would never be able to destroy the pugilistic world.
At this moment, Rorschach truly understood how difficult it was for the powerful Aishi existences. Even with the existence of the world barrier, their opponents were all monsters of this level. It would be considered a victory if they could remain undefeated.
However, at the same time, Rorschach was also deep in thought. He felt that there seemed to be some sort of malice in the unseen world.
"… It feels like my ability … is the natural enemy of these Evil Gods?"
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