The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 183 - 10 Illusion Afterimage_2

Chapter 183: Chapter 10: Illusion Afterimage_2

Chapter 183 -10: Illusion Afterimage_2

Komer never took Puber’s threats seriously; such power-hungry people, if you let them rest, would probably wallow in idleness until it made them sick. In Komer’s eyes, his old friend was the epitome of a paranoid crazed individual. Perhaps it was the psychology of someone who’d been bullied too much, that once they had a taste of great power, they couldn’t resist the urge to indulge fully.

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However, Puber’s performance was indeed impeccable. Though a bit stingy, it was all in the name of economizing for his role as a Lord; and though somewhat lecherous, that was his private life. Komer believed there would come a day when Puber, unable to withstand the draining bedroom skills of the Half-elf Prostitutes, would slump with both big and small heads hanging, and remain obediently at home.

As for the workplace, Komer never needed to concern himself over it. Even dedicated individuals like Fran and Reese had to admire and feel ashamed before the Administrative Officer’s industry, perhaps because he subconsciously regarded his work as his everything.

“What’s the matter? Look at the state of you, Puber, I’ve warned you before not to get too close to this forest. Do you know what forest this is? The Green Maple Forest, a Wind-element Forest. Be careful, or a gathering of Wind Elements might whisk you away, and Ilot and I would have quite a time trying to find you. My suggestion is that you stuff a couple of Iron Ingots in your pocket. Haven’t Ugru already received the Iron Ore from Bahomon? Their Ironworks must have already produced the first batch of Iron Ingots. With your status as an Administrative Officer, I’m sure they’ll honor your request for two Iron Ingots.”

Lying leisurely in a Vine Hammock, Komer barely glanced at his wobbly companion approaching, content to tease openly with his face to the sky.

“That’s enough, Komer! I pour my heart and soul into my work for you every day, only to end up in such a state. If that’s the case, I’ll just have to fight you to the death!” Puber balked before entering the forest, choking with anger. Although he already knew that his old friend had regained his usual form, he couldn’t help but seethe at the biting sarcasm.

“What do you mean by ‘end up’? Completely drained or burnt out?” Komer turned his head lazily, stretched, and teased with a sly grin: “Poor Puber, I firmly believe that the glorious and great final night of your life will surely be spent on a woman’s belly.”

Seeing Puber, feigning uncontrollable rage, storming over with bared teeth, Komer burst into laughter, quietly chanting an incantation. At a flick of his finger, three skeleton warriors, much taller but comparable in girth to Puber, suddenly appeared in front of him, lined up in formation, with empty, foreboding eye sockets but emanating a fierce glare as if homing in on prey.

With rusty shields and mottled bone spears, two tattered leather armors covered the front and the non-existent lower regions. They made threatening hissing sounds, and the once serene Green Maple Forest suddenly felt haunted with eerie spirits.

Shocked, though well aware of his old friend’s magical talents and that Komer had long surpassed the average Mage in Divine Magic, the sudden appearance of three skeleton warriors still sent chills down Puber’s spine. “Boss, you bastard, take these things away! Ah, these creatures can spit zombie poison, ah, I’m poisoned!”

Yelling loudly and pretending to be dizzy and on the verge of collapse, Puber was helpless; he didn’t dare provoke these abominable things he wouldn’t even want to lay eyes on: skeletons, zombies. The very thought of these creatures disgusted him, but it seemed his old friend reveled in them.

“Alright, alright, cut the act; these are just Illusion Traces, not real skeleton warriors. What zombie poison? I suspect you just expended too much energy last night.” With a wave of his hand, the three skeleton soldiers vanished without a trace, and Komer finally rolled out of the hammock, sitting leisurely on a nearby stone bench. He lifted his cup, took a delicate sip, and asked, “Care for a drink?”

“Of course!” Puber exclaimed in surprise as he looked around. Three groups of skeleton warriors had vanished without a sound, not even a wisp of smoke to be seen. It was so eerie. He glanced enviously at the other person and asked offhandedly, “Boss, these are clearly the skeleton warriors that Ilot talked about when you were fighting ogres, so what’s all this about illusion traces now?”

“Heh, you wouldn’t understand these magical things even if I explained them to you. To put it simply, skeleton warriors need to be created through the refining of actual puppets. After successful refining, their combat power varies with the level of the original person’s skills before their death. As for Illusion Traces, they are a kind of Psychic Magic. In short, your eyes are deceived. What appears before you is an illusion; what you see isn’t really there.” Komer looked at him with a smirk and a sidelong glance, “Interested? If you are, I’d be happy to have another comrade in the craft.”

“No, no, by your logic, doesn’t that mean everyone’s eyes can be manipulated by you?” Puber asked with a tilt of his head. Although his words were of refusal, his heart wavered.

If he could use this magic to play with women, that would be quite delightful. No matter the beauty or princess, simply cast the spell to make her see him as her lover, and wouldn’t he be able to enjoy her at will?

Seeing the drool about to dribble from his companion’s mouth, Komer knew exactly what he was thinking.

Psychic Magic was the kind that mages were least willing to cultivate. Not only was it high-risk and dangerous, but the failure rate was also much higher than that of any other kind of magic. If a Psychic Magic spell failed, the mage’s fate would be to spend a lifetime in confusion and stupor, a plight even worse than dying on the spot.

Mages who specialized in this kind of magic were extraordinarily rare on the Continent. If not for the secrets from Kennifer III’s memories, Komer himself wouldn’t dare to dabble in it lightly.

Hearing the other person speaking of it so lightly, Komer could only shake his head with a wry smile, “If it’s that powerful, what’s the point in cultivating other kinds of magic? All the mages on the Whole Continent might as well cultivate Psychic Magic. Psychic Magic is useless against those with strong wills, worthless if the opponent is on guard, and most importantly, it not only consumes a significant amount of spiritual power but also lasts only a very short time. Moreover, such illusions can only morph into specific figures and not into the infinitely variable shapes you imagine.”

Hearing this, Puber lost all interest. Cultivating magic was both tedious and dangerous, and to pursue a brief moment of glory by expending endless time and effort was something Puber was definitely not willing to do. If he could chance upon a piece of mysterious crystal stone that propelled his skills forward like Komer did, then maybe he might consider it. But to truly settle down and cultivate that thing, Puber flatly refused.

“Hmm, that’s true. If it were so, the world would be in chaos.” Shrugging his shoulders, he took the cup of wine Komer handed him, drained it in one gulp, and sat heavily on the stone stool, clapping his hands and sighing, “The world’s just not fair, is it? Why can some people lounge in their hammocks so leisurely, while others must run around tirelessly?”

“Hmm, yes, but I think some people seem to really enjoy that kind of life. If you called them cheap, it might be a bit harsh. Let’s use another word that is more accurate—obsessive or twisted.” Komer retorted with an indifferent sneer.

Faced with a partner who had completely returned to his usual self, Puber knew he’d never win in a battle of words. So, he changed the subject: “Alright, let’s not bicker anymore. I like my current life—it’s what I chose for myself, okay? But I’ve also relieved quite a bit of pressure on your behalf, Boss, and that’s a fact, isn’t it? Emotionally or logically, shouldn’t you let me have a go at your legendary Treasure Health Elixir?”