The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

He patted the crystal ball, and the extracted magic power flew out like water, covering Miaomiao's body, and quickly returned to various meridians.

As the magic power returned, Miaomiao's pale face visibly regained its rosy color, and her somewhat weak body was able to stand up again.

He just smiled a little when he heard his grandfather ask him, "Miaomiao, do you remember what I told you before about the division of power systems on the continent?"

Grandpa doesn't talk about these things often, he only mentions them occasionally.

Miaomiao climbed back into her chair and sat down, trying to recall the past. "There are magic warriors... and magicians? Both rely on magic as their foundation, but magic warriors attach magic to their weapons to unleash even more powerful martial arts. Magicians, on the other hand, extract magic power separately, transform it into a different form, and release it."

"That's right." Grandpa pushed the crystal ball aside, opened the scroll in his hand and placed it in front of Miaomiao.

The densely packed mountains and rivers on the scroll were marked with bright colors, but more sections were covered with large areas of the same hue, and each color represented a country - this was exactly a continental map of the ancient fantasy realm.

He crossed his arms and said, "In the world we live in, the main species are humans and magical beasts. Magical beasts are further divided into two types: spirit beasts and fantasy beasts. However, regardless of which of these three types, their power system follows a twelve-tier hierarchy. To better distinguish between the different levels, we call magic warriors of levels one to three warriors, and magicians mages. People with ordinary talents can only reach the third level after a lifetime of practice."

"Third level..."

"Yes, level three." Grandpa nodded. "It sounds a long way from level 12, doesn't it? But in reality, most people on the continent can only stay at this level. Whether or not one can break through the level three watershed is a symbol of one's magical talent. Many magic academies out there require admission to level three or above, in order to screen out ordinary people."

He continued, "Above level three, there are more detailed divisions of magic warriors and magicians. Levels four and five are called Grand Martial Masters and Grand Mages, levels six and seven are called Grand Masters and Magisters, and level eight and nine Grand Masters and Grand Magisters are regarded as the pinnacle of combat power by various nations. They are few in number and generally serve in various magic academies and imperial courts. As for level ten and eleven Holy Martial Masters and Holy Magisters, they can be considered a nation's trump cards. Even the Dawn Empire, currently recognized as the strongest nation, has only twenty-seven individuals above level ten. Their number directly determines the ranking of military power among nations, and their status in foreign lands is generally very noble."

Miaomiao nodded thoughtfully, then looked up at her grandfather: "Grandpa, didn't you say there are twelve levels? What is the twelfth level?"

"The twelfth level..." Grandpa stood up, his eyes flashed for a moment, as if he was recalling the past.

"The twelfth level has never been reached in human history. The Ancient Illusionary Realm has existed for tens of millions of years, and countless gifted individuals have appeared during that time, but no one has ever been able to break through the barrier between the eleventh and twelfth levels. Therefore, many people call the twelfth level the 'demigod level.' If someone could truly reach that level, they would probably be hailed as an emperor."

After thousands of years, he was finally called emperor.

That is the highest level of glory, one person is a country.

It’s a pity that humans seem to be restricted by themselves, and no one has been able to step onto the golden throne.

On the contrary, among the mythical beasts that are often regarded by humans as symbols of barbarism and low intelligence, there once appeared a powerful one that surpassed its level.

Grandpa withdrew his thoughts, his eyes fell gently on Miaomiao, and a smile appeared on his face: "Miaomiao is very talented, maybe he can become the person who breaks the impossible."

"Me?" Miaomiao was stunned. She didn't expect her grandfather to have such high expectations of her.

He did not think that he was very powerful. In fact, as far as he could remember, any mythical beast in the Lost Forest could chase him away, but there were more powerful beings protecting him from getting hurt.

Hearing his grandfather's expectations of him, he suddenly became excited and promised his grandfather seriously: "I will work hard!"

His dark and moist pupils reflected the pale golden light of the magic lamp. Although his face looked childish, his expression was extremely serious.

Although he was young, he did understand everything. Over the years, his grandfather had not allowed him to leave the forest or see humans outside. He probably realized that it was to protect him.

The world out there is dangerous, and there may be many people who want to attack him like the hungry snake.

No, it's not just him. Grandpa chose to stay in the forest. Maybe there are many people who also want to hurt Grandpa.

If... he could really become the incredibly powerful and unstoppable person that Grandpa described, he could bring Grandpa to live freely in the outside world, and they wouldn't have to hide from place to place anymore, Miaomiao thought.

And Dahei and the others are his relatives, his friends, and important existences to him, and he also wants to protect them.

Looking at his extremely serious expression, the grandfather felt that his little grandson was a unique treasure in the world.

He met too many disgusting people in the first half of his life, perhaps just waiting for this moment to meet him.

"Now, let's begin learning about the various branches of magic." Grandpa laughed and lifted the child onto his lap. With a wave of his hand, seven-colored waves of magic suddenly appeared in the air, each transforming into a ball of light that hovered in mid-air.

Grandpa lowered his head and patiently explained to Miaomiao.

"When awakening magic, everyone also awakens their own attributes, usually these seven colors. Red represents fire, blue represents water, cyan represents strong winds, yellow represents land, green represents trees, purple represents lightning, and gold represents light. These seven colors are also known as natural magic and are the mainstream of the continent's magic system."

"Generally speaking, a person will only awaken one type of magical fluctuation, which represents the elemental type they are most compatible with. For example, a person may have an affinity for both fire and wood. During cultivation, they can absorb the magical energy of both elements, but their external magical energy will only display the color of the one they have a higher affinity with, and they can only use martial arts and spells with this attribute. However, some special circumstances may occasionally occur."

"special?"

"Yes." Grandpa waved his hand, and the red and green light balls suddenly became brighter. They passed the other light balls and quickly approached and merged together. After several fluctuations and oscillations, they finally eliminated the barriers and turned into one ball. However, the two were still not closely merged, but appeared as two distinct colors.

Grandpa put his hands behind his back and looked at Miaomiao: "In very rare cases, there will be people whose elemental affinities for two attributes are exactly the same. In this case, they become special dual-element magicians, able to absorb and use the magic power of both elements when practicing and casting spells."

"Then compared to a magician who only knows one element, would a dual-element magician be more powerful?" Miaomiao asked.

Grandpa laughed: "It's more than amazing, it's much more amazing. Look."

He waved his hand again, and this time, the red ball of light representing fire and the cyan ball of light representing the wind merged together. Almost visible to the naked eye, as the wind and fire merged, the entire ball of light erupted with a powerful surge of magical energy, and the ball of light suddenly expanded significantly.

"This is elemental fusion," Grandpa said. "When special elements collide, the resulting magical fluctuations can even far surpass their own. Once applied to martial arts and magic, they can create power several times greater than ordinary spells. With this kind of explosion, they can even achieve cross-level combat."

"However, this does not mean that they are invincible."

Hearing this, Miaomiao looked puzzled: "Why? Aren't they much stronger than others?"

"That's assuming their magic power is the same," Grandpa said. "I just told you that magic veins are the foundation of cultivation. Multi-element magicians have a fatal flaw—while they can absorb multiple times the elemental magic power during cultivation, the amount they can transform into their own after the magic veins circulate remains unchanged."

"To use an analogy, your body is like the water cup on the table. Most people would pour water of one color into it, while multi-system magicians would pour water of different colors. However, the amount of water the cup can hold is ultimately fixed, depending solely on the magical energy veins in their bodies."

"And when distributing magic in subsequent spells, those who only know one elemental magic can pour all of it into a single move. Multi-element magicians, on the other hand, have to consider evenly distributing their magic, which can lead to their power being dispersed and weakened. Furthermore, due to their training methods, multi-element magicians generally train much slower than others. If they're unlucky and end up with a combination of useless or even mutually exclusive elements, they won't even have the explosive power of elemental fusion."

Miaomiao thought of her colorful magic power, and her heart choked: "Then Grandpa, what's wrong with me?"

His colorful magical brilliance makes it difficult to tell you from me, let alone count the colors in it.

If these all represent magic powers of different attributes, wouldn't it be extremely difficult for him to practice?

Miaomiao suddenly felt like a little loser again.

"You." Grandpa stared at him, a complex look that Miaomiao couldn't understand. "You are an extremely rare existence, the most unique rainbow color, and the owner of all magic powers. I have only seen this recorded once in ancient books. Legend has it that in the early days of the Ancient Illusionary Realm, the seven most powerful and peak-level individuals all possessed rainbow magic. Their power laid the foundation for human rule over the continent, and later nations evolved from their once unified empire to its fragmentation. However, this record is not recognized by today's rulers. The general belief in the magical world is that the cultivation speed of a three-system magician is already very slow, and with a human lifespan, it is simply impossible to cultivate all magic powers to the peak level."

Grandpa sighed and said, "I used to think so too, until I saw you."

"I?"

"Yes," Grandpa said, "After seeing your magical veins, I understand that what is recorded in the ancient books is not impossible."

It’s just that they never dare to guess, or rather, they don’t want to guess.

They were unwilling to admit that their ancestors might have been far more talented than they imagined, and that the continent they lived on might have been far more magical than it is now. They were unwilling to admit that the flame of civilization was gradually fading in their hands.

He looked at Miaomiao, as if from this tiny child, he glimpsed the narrow-mindedness and self-imposed constraints of the current magical world. Perhaps the reason humans have never been able to break through to the twelfth level is precisely because of this fading courage.

"If it were any ordinary person, possessing such rainbow magic fluctuations, he would become a hopeless waste, but you are an exception." Grandpa's eyes fell on Miaomiao, deeply.

At this moment, he was not looking at his lovely grandson, a little child, but at a ray of light, a thunder that was about to tear the current situation into pieces.

"Miaomiao, you will be the future of the continent."

A joyful smile appeared on his little grandson's face.

The child was very happy. His dream could still be realized. He could gain the power to protect those he wanted to protect. This alone was more than the millions of people who were powerless and struggling in nightmares.

But why did the old man feel so sad when he looked at him?

Fate, the unpredictable current of fate, was irresistibly carrying his treasure to a distant place beyond his reach.

God, if you are destined to have the power to change the world, can you please not let it fall on your Miaomiao?

That will be a heavy, difficult-to-escape tomb of responsibility that will trap you for a lifetime.