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Chapter 2 Enchantress
"This is my cheat code..."

Zell scratched his head.

The attributes are categorized into basic, advanced, and ultimate, and each category is thoughtfully accompanied by annotations.

If we consider a normal person's standard of 60 points, my basic attributes are quite solid.

As a mage, his most important qualities—spirit and intelligence—are not lacking; in fact, they are above average. This is good news.

As for advanced attributes, each increase requires 2 points, so the average value should be reduced by half to 30 points, right?

A perception score of 30 is decent, but a charm score of 45 is something else entirely.

Is it because the original owner's character model was quite good?

And luck.

Luck, this mysterious thing, is actually the ultimate attribute, and each increase requires 4 points.

Based on the weighting, the average luck should be around 15, but my own stats reached an astonishing 41 points, even exceeding perception.

That's a bit of an exaggeration... Could it be that I'm the chosen one?
Next, Zellir turned his attention to the talent skill section at the bottom of the panel.

The mage's innate skills will be unlocked after leveling up.

pick one of two.

Firstly: The magic is overwhelming.

Increase your mana storage limit, mana regeneration speed, and mana intensity based on a percentage of your spirit attribute, making your mage foundation as solid as a rock.

"Firepower! That is justice!"

Secondly: Techniques and Evolution.

It can analyze any magical formula structure it sees and reproduce it for its own use.

However, the speed of analysis is linked to intelligence; the higher the intelligence, the faster the analysis. The complexity of the surgical procedure will also affect the progress.

"Your magic is quite good, but it'll be mine in the next second."

Zellir stroked his chin, pondering for a moment.

Comparing them like this, one seems like a numerical monster, and the other seems like a mechanical monster...

Choosing Spell Surge will improve your mana sustain and spell power to some extent, which are core attributes for mages.

But the art of evolution...

Just by reading the description, you can tell that the Art of Evolution is definitely a treasure skill.

In this other world, the only way to learn magic is to spend a fortune to buy magic scrolls. Some rare types of magic are even priceless and extremely difficult to find.

Choosing the "Spell Evolution" option allows one to analyze the spell's structure simply by observing others cast spells, a truly divine skill.

However, analysis speed is linked to intelligence...

Therefore, the focus of stat allocation should be on intelligence. According to the panel, intelligence is strongly correlated with charm, and four points of intelligence can increase charm by one point.

Is he going to go down the path of an enchantress?
Zell shook his head vigorously.

Forget it, it's too early to think about these things now.

Talent skills need to be upgraded to unlock, so you need to find a way to get more experience points.

To be fair, while being a mage is a noble profession, it requires a lot of resources to pave the way.

A mage like Zelier, who comes from humble beginnings and has no connections, is really not very useful before he develops his skills.

They can't beat swordsmen in a fight, can't withstand as many beatings as vanguards, and can't escape as quickly as assassins. Before learning powerful spells, their ranged attacks are also inferior to those of ranged warriors.

Over the past five days, the squad has killed a total of twenty-two wolves: Marcus killed nine, and Gray and Vales each killed six.

As for Zellir, he only killed one. This had nothing to do with adventurers anymore; Zellir was more like a middle school student on a picnic.

He touched the cloth bag; besides the dry rations, there was only a dagger inside.

If he had just brought a crossbow, he wouldn't have gotten a single kill... How stupid, Zelier couldn't help but complain about the original owner.

A night breeze swept by, bringing a refreshing coolness and a strange smell.
The stench of wild wolves!
Zelil, who was deep in thought, suddenly perked up and immediately let out a loud shout!
"alert!!!"

The snoring and teeth grinding inside the tent stopped abruptly, accompanied by a few gurgling sounds, as the curtain was suddenly flung open.

Gray charged out first, sword in hand, followed by Marcus and Vales.

In those few seconds, tiny specks of eerie green light slowly emerged from the dark bushes, flickering incessantly.

Zellier clenched his fist; he knew it wasn't will-o'-the-wisp, but the eye of a wolf.

They are coming.

Judging from the position of their eyes, the wolves had formed a semi-circle around the squad's flank and rear.

Zellier couldn't help but feel nervous.

In his previous life, he had only ever killed chickens. Facing these fierce wolves in the pitch-black night, he felt somewhat uncertain.

"Don't panic, little guy, they're just beasts."

Gray's gaze was fixed on the bushes, and he casually twirled his sword.

"It's good that they came to us on their own, saving us the trouble of searching all over the mountains."

Marcus and Vales were also ready, one with a shield at the front and the other with his bowstring drawn, poised to fire.

The battle broke out instantly, with the howls of wolves and their charge erupting simultaneously!

Vales' eyes narrowed, and he aimed his arrow at the wolf charging at the front. With a "whoosh," it hit its mark precisely!

The arrow pierced straight through the eye socket, almost penetrating halfway in. Blood gushed out, and the wolf's corpse, propelled by inertia, stumbled forward two steps before collapsing to the ground.

Meanwhile, Gray and Marcus also began their operation.

"what!"

With a furious roar, Marcus took two steps forward, drawing the wolves' attention first.

His tall stature gave him an advantage; wolves couldn't bite his neck so easily.

In addition, Marcus wielded his round shield flawlessly, ensuring that any wolf that tried to pounce would be met with a powerful blow.

Animal bones simply cannot withstand such a powerful impact, often breaking instantly. Then Marcus's battle blade would follow up to finish them off, killing them in one blow. His imposing figure among the wolves was like a god of war.

Gray covered Marcus's flank from the side. His swordsmanship was so sharp that he was more than capable of dealing with wolves. A swift slash could cut a wolf in half at the waist.

The mournful howls of wolves echoed incessantly, startling the forest birds into scattering in all directions. Thick, pungent blood splattered across the grass, mixed with many broken entrails.

Marcus and Gray held off the wolves' attack at the front, and with Vales's arrow support, the team's line was completely stabilized.

Their fighting style also began to change, shifting from slashing attacks to precise thrusts—after all, the most valuable thing about a wolf is its pelt, and they wanted to earn as much as possible.

Marcus, Gray, and Vales were having a great time killing each other, making Zelil seem particularly out of place in comparison.

He gripped the dagger, eager to step forward several times, but ultimately realized with pessimism that he had no place to intervene.

"Ugh……"

Zell sighed, feeling quite melancholy.

There's no way around it; that's how it is for us mages in the early stages.

(End of this chapter)