Chapter 225: Chapter 123 Curse and Soul Contract, [Frost Burning] and Harvest

Moments later, the last wave of energy fluctuations ceased, and the garden returned to its original tranquility and harmony.

It was as if nothing had happened.

A towering figure more than two meters tall silently appeared at the edge of the garden.

With white hair reaching his shoulders and clad in a simple, bright silver metal armor that wrapped around his strong and majestic torso, there appeared to be a long cut at his waist and abdomen, seemingly inflicted by some sharp blade, exposing the firm and finely detailed flesh underneath. Strangely, there was no blood flowing out, and the wound was healing little by little.

The veins on the figure’s face were prominent, densely packed like some mysterious rune patterns, with pure white eyes, faintly discernible originally handsome contours but now with a much more demonic and enchanting temperament.

“Whoosh—”

The figure exhaled softly, his tall and mighty body deflating and shrinking, the ferociousness gone, returning to his original slender and balanced stature, his facial features softening rapidly.

When the figure returned to looking like a young man, the metal armor on his body changed back to its original gray silver-lined magic robe.

Ronan checked the injured area on his waist and abdomen. The long wound had completely healed by now, and he glanced at his character panel; [Ascetic Body Refinement]’s Master Level Proficiency had increased significantly, nearly reaching the significant mark of five hundred proficiency.

Inspecting himself internally, at this moment, the white Vital Light Ball inside his chest had shrunk to about two-thirds of its original size.

“Under normal circumstances, there’s no need to compress the vital energy to the extreme; the combat power released is also almost sufficient…”

Ronan thought silently.

The state he was in while fighting the transparent distorted humanoid wasn’t the complete [Pure Body] Ancient Giant Demon Form; he referred to this state as “Half-demonized.” Although it did not maximize combat power, it had the advantage of quick activation, and the vital energy consumed during sustained stages was significantly reduced.

Ronan was now almost accustomed to keeping the Vital Light Ball inside him in a compressed state at all times. Besides training his spiritual power, it also allowed him to enter the “Half-demonized” mode very quickly, and in moments of crisis, it could shorten a lot the time to enter the “Complete Ancient Giant Demon Form.”

“This Neiman Alloy’s flexibility and extension properties are indeed very good. After activating it with a spell, it can be worn like clothes, and when giant demonized, no need to worry about being naked… and after Silverization, whether it’s magical or physical defense is quite outstanding…”

Ronan patted his Magic Robe lightly, casually twisting a silver ring on his right ring finger, emitting a faint spatial energy fluctuation. Two potion bottles for replenishing vital energy and treating injuries appeared in his hand, he unscrewed the caps and slowly drank them.

The Half-demonized state combined with the silverized Neiman Alloy rendered Ronan’s defense terrifyingly strong.

Yet even so, having just taken a direct hit from the transparent distorted humanoid, his dual defense was easily torn apart, making Ronan still unsure about the actual strength grade of that being.

Level 2 peak?

Or is it closer to the level of a Level 3 Wizard?

“Creations of Space and Mirror Magic… It’s said that Space and Mirror Magic are known for their unpredictability and lethal power, indeed…

If only I could master such formidable offensive techniques…”

Thinking this, a subtle look of anticipation arose in Ronan’s eyes.

He stretched out his left hand, hidden under his Magic Robe, revealing two items lying quietly in the palm — a delicate silver comb and a bright, mirror-like sparkling silver short dagger.

In the instant of the encounter with the transparent distorted humanoid, he used his old method of threading a metal wire through the gaps of the Rune Formation and successfully retrieved these two items.

By now, besides the teapot and teacups on the White Round Table, Ronan had already acquired all the remaining items.

“The comb, and the mirror Fuling and her colleagues got… All seem like items for women; is the owner of this Mysterious Garden a Female wizard?

Or a rather narcissistic Male wizard?”

Ronan thought, storing the two items into his Space Ring, feeling already that both items were magic tools and not of low grade, just waiting to be thoroughly researched at home, particularly their runes.

What he valued were the runes.

After the Mirror Court of the Ancient Wizard Force left, they didn’t leave behind any inheritances or teachings related to Space or Mirror Magic in this land.

Many wizards have tried to infer the true essence of these two kinds of magic from the runes on the artifacts they left behind, aiming to reproduce the glory of the former Mirror Court. Now Ronan has also joined this great pursuit.

Runes are a condensed form of magic, an alternative interpretation after pushing a spell to a certain height; a rune might contain various kinds of spells, much like a pot of soup that may include dozens or even hundreds of seasonings.

Inferring magical inheritances from runes is akin to fishing a piece of meat out of a pot of hot soup, then guessing what the animal looked like when it was alive and running on the ground based on the shape and taste of the meat.

The difficulty is truly high.

But Ronan had already tasted success on the [Mirror Light] rune once; his demands weren’t high — to figure out another rune that matches his current system of magic spells to act as a Soul Seal.

Having organized his items, Ronan took another look at the Mysterious Garden in front of him.

The transparent distorted humanoid that had been chasing him all over the map had now hidden back into the Geranium bushes, as if it had never appeared. Golden sunlight spread over the garden, a large garden with not even a single blade of grass damaged, with many grass leaves still hanging on to Morning Dew, everything was eerily quiet and peaceful…