Sorcerer: I want to be an Academic Prodigy

Chapter 483: Chapter 481: Unexpected Urging

Silver Moon Blade, the Hunting Space.

After some time of development, the original island area had doubled in size, benefiting not only from the high concentration of particles in Sky Flow Valley but also from Ivan’s practice of “using the public resources for his own gain.”

Previously, the soft bead Morris gifted him had served as a wake-up call.

In the past, Sky Flow Valley had frequently activated the gates of the Star Realm, capturing diverse materials from the Star Realm River—materials which other sorcerers might see as worthless.

For the Shadow Blood Tree Mason, however, these materials might still be useful.

Even items of minor value would be grasped by Ivan whenever possible; this was the “basic literacy” of a professional Enchantment Master.

…

Consequently, under the pretense of returning to the city tower, he repeatedly brought the Silver Moon Blade into and out of the vaults, shearing the wool of Sky Flow Valley without anyone objecting.

All the enchanters understood the unspoken rules and would not mind as long as nothing excessive occurred.

The wool eventually ended up in the Hunting Space, which consequently underwent significant development.

The products of the Star Realm were exceptionally remarkable. To mention Mason alone, it had several times felt as if it was overfed, forcing it to distribute the excess energy to other Shadow Blood Trees or use it to strengthen the islands they rooted in.

By now, Mason had undergone two metamorphoses, each time emerging stronger than before.

Its bizarre binding ability, shadow form, space traversing, and elusive appearances had all improved, particularly its unreasonably powerful binding ability.

However, its strength still lay between that of a pseudo-lord and Level 4.

The boundary of Level 4 was not easily broken.

Besides Mason, the Hunting Space itself had also significantly strengthened. The space’s area hadn’t expanded much—only from ten to twelve acres—but the barrier of the space had, enhancing even the Silver Moon Blade’s sharpness.

A peculiar force of constraint was born in the central island but, being newly brewed, was barely competent.

Moreover, other Shadow Blood Guards had been nurtured in the Hunting Space, adopting an elite strategy, eventually fostering ten Shadow Blood Guards, making a total of eleven together with Mason.

According to Ivan’s estimation, the binding abilities of these ten Shadow Blood Guards were pseudo-lord level, making them pseudo-lord level beings as well.

Of course, they paled in comparison to Mason, their strength similar to the swamp ants that had just comprehended the Ze King Aura.

Like Mason, all Shadow Blood Guards possessed an extraordinary ability allowing them to ignore other beings’ Domain Auras, truly miraculous.

Such rapid growth of the Shadow Blood Guards left the swamp ants, used for comparison and practice, quite frustrated.

The swamp ants often grumbled discontentedly, having diligently studied under Jennie only to be surpassed by a group of strangely born tree beings, particularly the ferociously aggressive Mason.

Wasn’t this crushing their morale!

In fact, under Jennie’s spurring, the swamp ants had significantly improved in the power of the earth; the Ze King Aura had become increasingly viscous. The forces of sealing perfectly merged with gravity, making them formidable.

But they unfortunately faced the Blood Guards who could ignore the effects of the Domain Aura.

Such are the caprices of fate.

“The swamp ants have learned almost all they can for now,” Ivan said, “Going forward, they must ponder on their own. If they want to advance further, I would have to guide them personally.”

“I understand. Remote teaching is far less effective than hands-on guidance. Let’s leave it at that; the swamp ants are already out of patience.”

On one side of the island, Ivan and Jennie had met again on their scheduled day.

This time the interval between meetings was a bit longer.

They discussed the swamp ants’ education. Jennie conceded that the teaching had to pause since continuing would hardly improve efficiency. Ivan was not surprised by this; many things couldn’t be effectively transmitted through words and images alone.

And the swamp ants, lacking exceptional talent, had limited learning capacity and could not achieve analogical reasoning.

“Jennie, I’ll teach you some more about spatial knowledge.”

“I am listening.”

Following this, it was Ivan’s turn to teach, and Jennie listened intently and watched.

Ivan didn’t share much content, he hinted lightly and stopped soon after.

Then, he talked about recent happenings, mostly about the progress in research on the teleportation tower, which was currently striving to conquer a distance of five thousand meters.

On the other side, Jennie could see that Sorcerer Ivan’s every move was very relaxed.

This indicated that he was completely confident about overcoming the difficulties and didn’t regard that mere five thousand meters of teleportation distance as an issue.

Jennie felt quite pleased about it and was sincerely happy for him.

“Jennie,” “Do you think we could incorporate the power of the earth in the construction of the tower, preferably one that can sink into the ground on its own, absorb the surrounding earth power, or even take root upon landing?”

“Take root? Are you referring to a hybrid of biological and structural elements?”

“Don’t you think that would be convenient? If it could generate its own traction force upon landing, integrate with the surrounding towers, and autonomously sort through the spatial network, that would be perfect.”

“Hehe, you have quite the ambition.”

“I’m self-aware, many ideas will likely remain mere fantasies, but that doesn’t stop me from dreaming a bit more. Who knows, maybe once we become stronger, we can turn these fantasies into reality, right?”

“You truly are a far-sighted and wise sorcerer.”

“——”

For Ivan, chatting with Jennie was a form of relaxation where he naturally said whatever came to mind, sometimes leading to off-topic remarks.

Jennie was a good listener.

At one moment, a voice abruptly interjected, startling them both.

“Jennie, I would like to come in and have a few words with this young sorcerer.”

This was clearly a familiar voice. Ivan raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that the Goddess really valued Jennie by giving her such face and even asking before coming in.

“Please, Lady Lilabet,” Jennie gestured to him, then responded.

“Respected Dark Night Mother Goddess, human sorcerer Ivan Marichardon salutes you.” As his words fell, the figure of the Dark Night Mother Goddess Lilabet materialized, and Ivan hurriedly performed a greeting.

He was unsure of the Goddess’s intentions; facing such a powerful being, all necessary courtesies must be observed.

“Dispense with the insincere pleasantries, I don’t fall for that.”

Behind a barrier of light, Lilabet stood on the other side, expressionless as she looked at him.

Ivan’s heart skipped a beat, her tone seemed unfriendly—how had he offended this powerful deity?

“What have you been working on recently?”

“I’ve been researching a tall structure involved in spatial teleportation.”

Hearing the question from the other side, Ivan truthfully spoke of his recent undertakings, briefly outlining the details of the teleportation tower; yet, in his mind, he was trying to figure out if his subtle intentions in mentoring Jennie had been discovered.

That wouldn’t make sense!

He had never spoken of it publicly, not even to Jennie. How could the Dark Night Mother Goddess have sensed anything?

“Futile efforts,” Lilabet commented after listening, her tone dismissively belittling.

“You’re right, we sorcerers started late, everything needs to be figured out step by step, and it’s inevitable to end up busy doing nothing, perhaps even several times,” Ivan replied, relieved, and cautiously handled the situation.

“Young sorcerer, let me ask you, when do you plan to advance to Level 4?” Lilabet’s voice took a turn.

Hearing this, Ivan was momentarily stunned, quickly pondering the meaning of her words.

He remembered during their last meeting, she had told him to stay alive so as not to implicate Jennie; could it be that she was urging him to advance to Level 4 so soon?

Impossible!

It had only been a few months, which to someone like the Dark Night Mother Goddess would be trivial.