I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 26: The Tile is Continuously Rising (Please Read)
[Name: Ron Griffith]

【Age: 16/100】

[Realm: Second-level Formal Mage]

[Skill: Holy Light Healing (Pinnacle) Note.]

[Holy Sword Art (Mastery 192/300) Notes.]

[Illusion (Beginner 1/100) Note: Indistinguishable from the real thing, but refusing to answer questions!!!]

【Basic Magic Theory (Mastery 106/300)】

【Elementary Runes (Introduction 32/100)】

【Cooking (Master 260/3000)】

Feeling the endless magic power surging in his body, a hint of excitement flashed in Ron's deep blue eyes.

There is a difference between regular workers and apprentices.

After the breakthrough, Ron could clearly feel that the total amount of magic power in his body had increased by nearly 3 times.

If measured by "Holy Sword Technique", the original Ron was just a small fry whose magic power would be exhausted after firing three shots.

Now, he can shoot a full 9 shots!
Don't underestimate these 9 shots. In the "entry" stage of holy swordsmanship, one shot can break an iron sword.

According to Ron's estimation, the "Holy Sword Technique" at the "Mastery" stage was more than enough to penetrate a thick brick wall with one shot.

Not to mention that when facing dark creatures, it can trigger triple damage.

This converts to a total of 27 rounds!
If the Minotaur Knight challenged him to a duel now, Ron would definitely let him see what "my sword is not at all disadvantaged" meant!
In addition, Ron, who became a formal wizard, could clearly feel that his thinking became more agile.

The fatigue accumulated throughout the day was swept away, and my spirits recovered much faster than before.

He can also easily remember everything he sees in his mind and cast more complex and sophisticated magic.

more importantly.
"My endurance and strength have also increased, and my lifespan has also increased!"

Glancing at the status bar, Ron smiled with relief.

There is an old saying from my previous life that goes, "It is wrong to cause harm and leave a thousand dead, but it is good people who live a hundred years!"

As for the "Holy Light Healing Technique", there has been no new changes, and the pain remains 1000% unaffected.

If this wasn't for the good change, my current spell system would be like a pile of shit code. Without any of them, my strength would be greatly reduced.
Jumping off the bed, Ron found a spacious place in the room and instinctively started practicing with the sword.

After balancing the physical disharmony caused by the breakthrough, he turned his attention to the "Illusion" displayed on the panel.

This magic is not under the Holy Light system, but is more inclined to the illusion system.

For most mages, it is a must-have for home and travel, and the best choice for both good quality and low price.

"The Stardust Club's naming method is still too advanced. I couldn't even bear to read the interface. They actually automatically changed my name."

Ron muttered to himself, glanced at the note "indistinguishable from the real thing", and suddenly had a very bold idea in his mind.

How realistic can the fake be?

Thinking of this, a perverted smile appeared on the handsome face of the blond boy.

He walked to the front of the mirror and took out a bronze deer from his pocket.

“This is the golden lion, this is the golden lion, this is the golden lion!!!”

Ron kept muttering to himself as if he had gone blind.

At the same time, he constructed a spell model with his mind, mobilizing the magic power in his body, determined to transform the copper coin in his hand.

However, after more than ten seconds, nothing happened.

He suffered a shameful failure!

Ron's breathing stagnated, and his entire body turned into a black and white sculpture, kneeling on the ground.

He lost his dream of becoming big and strong.

It seems that the magic effect of transforming into a dead object is indeed gone. Forget it, this is much better than turning into feces.
Shaking his golden-haired head, clearing his mind of all the chaotic thoughts, the boy stood in front of the full-length mirror again. Rather than transforming into a dead object, Ron was actually more looking forward to being able to transform into someone else's appearance.

He stared at himself in the mirror, and suddenly thought of the Baron who had been canonized as a "saint".

The next moment, the young man reconstructed the corresponding spell model in his mind, and the magic power in his body quickly rushed to his right palm.

Success! ?

Ron was stunned for a moment, then immediately selected himself as the target of the spell with his right hand.

Silently, the pretty boy in the mirror had changed into another look.

Baron "Mark" stared at himself in the mirror in astonishment, and touched his old face in disbelief.

The skin is dry and feels real, even the clothes are exactly the same.

It was as if the Baron had climbed out of his coffin and stood here again, without the slightest sense of illusion.

As the caster, Ron's senses were even more amazing. He could clearly feel a layer of magic surrounding him.
He can remove this spell at any time if he wants.

However, there was only one point Ron wanted to criticize.

For some reason, he always felt a headache.

Moreover, his body was heavy and his eyes were dim, like an old man whose life was about to burn out.

Don't mistake a place like this for the real thing!
Ron's mouth twitched when he realized something, and he suddenly felt that this magic didn't seem so normal.

In the next ten minutes or so, he changed into various appearances, including dummies he made and acquaintances he knew.

Soon, he discovered that his strength was closely linked to the character he transformed into.

If he were to transform into a five-year-old child, Ron's strength would be weakened accordingly.

If someone becomes stronger than Ron, his strength limit will be stuck at his current peak, and he will not be able to make any progress.

Just as the panel notes say.

Confuse the real with the fake.

Parallel imports are always parallel imports!
The blond boy pursed his lips, feeling that his future was bleak and there was no hope left.

Tuk-tuk-tuk...

On a lonely and sad night, someone suddenly knocked on the door of Room 301 where Ron was staying, bringing the young man with a bleak future back to reality.

It's late at night, who's coming to see me?

After taking a look at the sky outside, Ron quickly composed himself, walked to the door, and looked carefully through the peephole.

But just one look made him stand there in a daze.

Ron never expected that this guy would come to him.

I saw a young man outside the door holding a bouquet of flowers. He had a self-deprecating smile on his lips, and the reluctance and nostalgia in the corners of his eyes were so clear.

Isn't this the guy who did the love divination at Ms. Wind Chime's place?

How could he find me?

In an instant, Ron covered his butt with his hands, his face turning pale.

He had heard that in the capital where darkness and perversion coexisted, there were many stalkers.

During the day, they would wander the streets and select their targets.

At night, they will follow you home, smell the shoes you have been wearing all day, and lick the socks you have been wearing all day.

What's worse is that some people even steal underwear and perform unspeakable and horrific exercises.

The thought of this made Ron gag in disgust.

Obviously, he was being targeted!
(End of this chapter)