Chapter 597: Magic Pressure 9999! And Creating a First Circle Spell Model! |
Inside the Goblin Bank, Locke quickly found the goblin trader from last time and once again borrowed five hundred thousand magic stones from him.
Unlike last time, after signing the contract, the goblin trader very readily handed Locke fifty magic crystal cards, his eyes smiling.
Locke had repaid the loan plus interest within three months, so within their bank, he had already been marked as a premium customer.
The goblin trader's face was full of enthusiastic smiles. "In this credit era, those with high credit always receive more favorable treatment. Do you need to purchase some insurance? Sports Festival is coming soon, and I have a whole pile of projects you can insure."
"Look, here's five hundred thousand in medical insurance..."
"No need." Locke waved his hand and quickly left the Goblin Bank, then went to purchase some experimental materials.
The goblin trader looked somewhat regretfully at the big client leaving.
Next, Locke first used four days to synthesize four different subspecies from the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad.
He understood bromeliad-type magical plants too well, so after just four syntheses, he obtained at least three very successful subspecies.
At the same time, Locke once again used this equipment within the Queen's Chessboard to enhance about one-fifth of his historical materials, causing his Book of Dragons' historical materials to surge again.
One week later, in that one-acre magical field atop the Great Red Mountain Banyan's canopy.
Within the magical field, there was an air bromeliad that grew like a shoe. At this moment, this bromeliad's surface was covered with Tyrant patterns.
The Tyrant patterns had comprehensively enhanced the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad by at least three times its strength, and formed a special Tyrant-ization domain that strengthened surrounding wind attribute magic while resisting all other types of magic around it.
Locke looked at the completed Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad and breathed a sigh of relief. This bromeliad's Tyrant-ization had gone more smoothly than he'd thought.
Originally, whether a magical plant's plant essence was truly suitable for Tyrant-ization was unknown.
And the original version of the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad was indeed not suitable for Tyrant-ization. Its plant essence would severely conflict with Type 2 Tyrant Element.
But before entering the Queen's Chessboard, Locke had anticipated this might happen.
So he synthesized four subspecies, finding three potentially successful directions.
As it turned out, Locke's worries were correct. If he hadn't done this, or if his understanding of bromeliad-type magical plants was insufficient and his synthesis direction was wrong, he would have only wasted a million magic stones.
But now, he had found the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad subspecies that combined best with Type 2 Tyrant Element, and successfully Tyrant-ized it.
Because he chose the most suitable version of Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad for Type 2 Tyrant Element to develop its internal plant essence potential, this magical plant's Tyrant-ization was very successful.
Locke renamed this magical plant [Tyrant Hummingbird Bromeliad].
Witch Scarlett beside Locke said somewhat amazed, "Hard to believe you cultivated such an excellent magical plant using such crude, practically Golden Crown Mountain's cheapest magical fields."
Locke said, "Tyrant-ization technology was already very complete. I just used Type 2 Tyrant Element to Tyrant-ize an originally excellent magical plant product."
Witch Scarlett received sufficient Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad seeds and Type 2 Tyrant Element pure extract from Locke, as well as the corresponding cell binding material extracted from Clear Sky Birch.
As long as the colonial world planted the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad, then injected the cell binding material and Type 2 Tyrant Element, they could complete the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad's Tyrant-ization.
Because the previous Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad Shoes already had design blueprints, and no longer had patent rights, Locke only needed to find magic weavers and enchanters to design according to those blueprints.
And he had already found these two people and had Witch Scarlett arrange them.
But this way, in these few days, he had also spent one million two hundred forty thousand magic stones. He only had ten thousand magic stones in savings left.
Moreover, he still had a five hundred thousand loan, plus a debt of twenty-five thousand magic stones in interest.
Locke looked at Witch Scarlett and asked, "There's only one week until the competition starts? Are you sure there's enough time for production?"
Witch Scarlett nodded, saying, "Rest assured, it's definitely possible."
"I can't guarantee other things. But this one point, you can be at ease!"
"Arthas has sufficient colonial world production bases. Our production speed is very fast. This is exactly one of our advantages."
Locke nodded slightly. During this time, he had also signed contracts with two students of high-circle wizards recommended by Witch Yekaterina.
He gave them permission to research Type 2 Tyrant Element and related Tyrant Element materials, while they gave him fifty thousand magic stones each per month.
Thus, the two of them together contributed a hundred thousand in research funding per month.
This was also why he had the money to complete the Giant Hummingbird Bromeliad's Tyrant-ization work.
If not for the timely arrival of this hundred thousand magic stones, Locke would have actually experienced a broken capital chain, then could only borrow money or get loans from other banks among the Big Five.
Similarly, this was his second Tyrant-ized magical plant. The first Tyrant-ized magical plant was for personal use, while the second Tyrant-ized magical plant was the start of commercialization.
Locke watched Witch Scarlett leave on a Rainbow Sparrow, thinking, 'I hope my Type 2 Tyrant Element's first commercialization can succeed.'
'As long as it succeeds, it can prove my Type 2 Tyrant Element's value. Perhaps even more wizards will come to discuss with me about authorized development of Type 2 Tyrant Element.'
'If this succeeds, in the future I can develop even more commercially viable Tyrant-ized magical plants!'
Locke turned and returned to his dormitory, then began using advanced meditation methods, entering a state of no-thought, merging with the original force waves in the void, while simultaneously visualizing in his mind that feather of the void beast he had seen that day.
Through a period of visualizing the feather patterns, Locke discovered these feather patterns were very similar to a spell model wizards currently had called [Tidal Growth], so he attempted to construct it.
Immediately, before him appeared an illusory full moon constructed from a spell model.
This moon rolled in Locke's hands.
As this moon's moonlight shone on an apprentice-level ornamental peach-type magical plant in the dormitory, that magical plant actually under the spell moon's influence madly secreted natural magical structure components related to growth, rapidly growing in an extremely short time.
This apprentice-level magical plant in an extremely short time reached a magic pressure height it originally couldn't reach.
"Tidal Growth was originally an auxiliary magic. The Cloud Marsh Cup champion badge magic artifact can use Tidal Growth once per day. Ordinary Tidal Growth can only slightly accelerate plant rapid growth, with limited use in combat."
"It's generally only used for special magical plant cultivation in normal times, or during combat to accelerate magical plants' self-recovery."
"But the new magic I formed by visualizing the void beast's feather and referencing the original Tidal Growth spell model."
"Can in an extremely short time let a magical plant mature, grow to a height originally impossible, then..."
Locke watched as this ornamental apprentice-level peach-type magical plant before him rapidly withered and died.
"As expected, this magic uses moon gravity to interfere with a magical plant's growth, so while the effect is powerful, it also makes this magical plant only able to release momentary brilliance."
Locke said, "Let's call it Full Moon Growth."
"Only this magic, once used, will cause a magical plant to grow to its most peak state, then make it wither. It can't be used frequently."
Many magical plants in his possession were very rare.
And those not-so-rare magical plants, even using Full Moon Growth on them, seemed to have no increase to his own combat power.
Therefore, Locke momentarily didn't know what specific uses this First Circle spell model, completely created by himself, would have.
Locke placed his palm on the red crystal matrix. A line of numbers jumped out: 9999.
Locke wasn't surprised by this result.
Previously, he had spent some magic stones to purchase a batch of cultivation-assisting supplies.
At the same time, after obtaining the advanced meditation method, his mental power improvement speed became very rapid.
Moreover, he had drunk two bottles of Tyrant's Eye Potion within half a month.
His magic pressure, under these two great aids, also increased by 199 within half a month, initially reaching the extreme value of First Circle magic pressure.
His abyssal energy also increased from 2500 to 2600.
His magic pressure ratio was 0.26.
Within the safe range.
This was also why he could spend over one million two hundred thousand magic stones during this period.
"Under my rush, magic pressure has finally reached the limit of the First Circle crystallization stage." Locke thought, "At least before the Spell Combat Tournament, I've obtained sufficient magic pressure."
"With one week remaining, I can't do anything anyway. I'll just read some books. I'm already fully prepared, so there's no need for last-minute cramming."
"Moreover, I have no money left..."
Whether magic stones or contribution points, all were consumed to exhaustion on Locke's path to madly raising magic pressure, urgently needing replenishment.
Sports Festival day would be a very good opportunity to replenish.
Locke casually picked up a book, sat on the sofa, and began reading, cultivating his character.
Anyway, he had no money left to experiment with, his magic pressure had increased to 9999, and he'd even created his own spell. Since that was the case, he would use the remaining time to read some books and wait for competition day to arrive.
At the same time, many wizards were preparing for the competition one week later.
…
Antoine Fischer was comparing supply lists. He was dressed in jewels and finery, like a walking luxury goods rack, his entire body covered in million-level magic artifacts.
As a favored one of a Third Circle wizard, Antoine Fischer could easily obtain all of the Fischer family's resources.
Before him, his grandfather, Third Circle wizard Fischer, stood right in front of him, looking at Antoine with doting eyes.
Wizard Fischer said kindly, "Antoine, you possess the Fischer family's best talent in the last three generations, no, even the best talent in the last five generations."
"You're my grandson, a reserve member of Golden Crown Mountain Council of Elders. Your status is noble. Whatever you want, you can easily obtain."
"Go ahead at ease. Grandfather will support you."
Antoine bowed to Wizard Fischer. "Grandfather, I want to represent Golden Crown Mountain in participating in the Plane Conquest Competition. I just looked at the equipment list, and I think it's still somewhat insufficient."
Wizard Fischer smiled indulgently. "What's the problem?"
Antoine pointed with his fingers wearing two magic artifact rings at the items on the list, saying, "This entry-level million magic stone wand won't do. I want a five million level wand."
Even though five million magic stones could already serve as an entire project's research funding for a Second Circle wizard, and many low-stage Second Circle wizards at Golden Crown Mountain applied for related funds every day, waiting with eager eyes without receiving them yet.
And Antoine was just a wizard with magic pressure 9999.
But when Antoine spoke, it was so matter-of-fact, as if he naturally deserved such good things.
Wizard Fischer smiled kindly, "That's fine. Five million magic stones is just small change to me. I'll transfer the funding from a horizontal sub-project over for you to use."
Anyway, even if the Store Alliance knew about this, they would pretend not to notice.
Wizard Antoine pointed at the list, saying, "Grandfather, there's also this magic garment. I think its grade is really too low. I want an Undying Phoenix Feather Robe."
Wizard Fischer's smile remained unchanged. "Good. As long as you can obtain the right to participate in the Plane Conquest Competition, any amount of investment is worth it."
"What else do you want?"
"Grandson, you're the most accomplished person of the Council of Elders's generation. Just speak up. You'll also become the most excellent First Circle crystallization stage wizard at Golden Crown Mountain."
Wizard Antoine said, "Grandfather, I think the week before the competition starts is the most important time. I absolutely cannot slack off, must seize the opportunity to improve myself. Can you change the Second Circle teacher assigned to me to a star ring wizard teacher from the Council of Elders?"
"I want to further improve myself."
Wizard Fischer looked at him, hesitating to speak, then nodded. "Of course you can."
Wizard Antoine bowed to Wizard Fischer, "Grandfather, thank you."
"Then I'll go intensify my training. I will definitely let our Council of Elders seize the Silent Grail's participation rights. Tell everyone at Golden Crown Mountain and the Golden Crown Mountain region that I'm the most excellent First Circle wizard here!"
"If I can become the most excellent wizard at First Circle, I can become the most excellent wizard at Second Circle. If I'm the most excellent wizard, the Council of Elders will be stronger than their Academic Committee and Executive Patrol Group!"
At the same time, within the Executor Patrol Group, in Throne wizard Feodor's office, Wizard Feodor looked at his direct disciple Juliana before him and asked, "Why are you still going to counsel an unimportant wizard's psychological problems before the competition?"
Juliana apologized to Feodor, saying, "Sorry, teacher, this was indeed my problem. It's just I saw Daniel... I wanted to help him."
Feodor raised an eyebrow, saying, "Only he himself can help himself. Moreover, according to my assessment of him, he'll last until next year at most before being eliminated at the bottom. Alright, Juliana, you need to work hard."
Feodor smiled, "You're my direct disciple, and under my arrangements, you entered Golden Crown Mountain Origin Academy five years ago as a senior Origin Academy researcher. My arrangement for you is to have you participate in the Spell Combat Tournament, to seize the Silent Grail's participation rights for our Executive Patrol Group."
"You're the prodigy I cultivated. In the week before the competition, you shouldn't be caring about other wizards anymore. You must first ensure your own interests."
Juliana frowned and bowed again. "Sorry, teacher, it was my mistake."
"I've received so many years of your instruction. Today I must astonish everyone."
Feodor smiled proudly, "If your performance is too outstanding, you'll be noticed by the Thrones of the Council of Elders and Academic Committee. They'll obtain your data, formulate tactics targeting you, and cultivate students in advance to counter your combat system."
"But I had you lie low for five years, just for today's sudden emergence. Witch Juliana, these five years I had you maintain mediocrity. Do you have any complaints about me?"
Witch Juliana shook her head slightly and bowed to Feodor again. "Teacher, you compensated me with corresponding resources. How could I have complaints?"
"Teacher, having me emerge suddenly is also for my benefit."
"I will prove to the wizards of the Council of Elders and Academic Committee that people from our Executor Patrol Group are the most excellent wizard group in the Golden Crown Mountain region."
After taking her leave, Witch Juliana left Wizard Feodor's office.
When she passed the public weather mage laboratory, she hesitated, then walked inside to find Wizard Daniel. "Daniel? Don't give up."
Wizard Daniel looked at Witch Juliana in surprise. "Senior, the Spell Combat Tournament is in seven days. Why aren't you training... Don't worry about me..."
Witch Juliana said calmly, "You misunderstand me. I've lain low for five years, just for that one day seven days from now. How could I not take it seriously?"
"It's just I've lain low too long. Training for this last week, the impact isn't great. Teacher wants me to pursue perfection, but unfortunately my personality might not work. I really have no motivation to force myself in this last week."
Wizard Daniel nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, and also a breeder named Locke Augustine."
"With encouragement from you two, I've pulled myself together again and found... a method to break through the situation."
…
At the same time, Origin Academy's Emerson Nelson was a wizard from the Force Energy School. At this moment, he was at Joseph's Golem Shop, hiring the highest-grade golems... for his physical body to fight with golems.
He climbed down from an adamantine golem whose entire body was covered with fist craters, saying, "One more week... I need to become even more refined! That Force Energy School spell model, I haven't finished constructing yet."
"If I want to compete with Golden Crown Mountain's three connected individuals, I must learn that spell model obtained from visualizing the void beast!"
"Talent and effort are the only two things I can use to compete with those connected individuals. Keep working hard!"
Wizard Nelson enthusiastically raised his fist full of scars. He wrapped white bandages around his fists. Each time's pain could make his strength reach even higher levels!
And Origin Academy's other strong competitor, Witch Sera wore gold-rimmed glasses and had golden hair in a ponytail. She was currently along the Cloud Lake shore, alone pursuing and killing a group of black wizards.
At this time, a black wizard, seeing he truly couldn't escape, could only kneel directly on the ground, begging for Witch Sera's forgiveness. "Witch Sera, spare me. I want to live."
"I swear, I'll never be a black wizard again."
"You've already killed our entire bandit group. Now our bandit group only has me, this most useless wizard left. Please spare me..."
The next moment, phoenix flames ignited on Witch Sera's wizard sword.
That flame was like light from the sun's core. With one sword strike, the black wizard who was just begging for mercy had his head and body directly separated.
But before his blood could spatter out, his body turned to ashes.
Witch Sera looked coldly at this petty thief black wizard near Cloud Lake, her eyes icy. As a demon hunter who specialized in killing black wizards for a living, she would absolutely never show mercy to any black wizard.
Thus, among Cloud Marsh Wetland's black wizard community, she had a nickname of Female Death God.
"One week from now is the Spell Combat Tournament. I heard the Silent Grail's participation rights have always been contested by the three generations sent by Golden Crown Mountain's three major factions." Witch Sera's eyes blazed. "But that spot will be mine. Right now my hands are itching unbearably. I'll pursue and kill a few black wizards first."
"Kill a few heads for fun."
"Terrible." Witch Sera looked at the pile of ashes on the ground and shook her head helplessly. "I was too heavy-handed. His body vaporized in an instant."
"This way, I can't use his corpse to exchange for rewards at the White Wizard Association's Demon Hunter Management Division. This is really too wasteful. I can't compare to those wealthy third-generation members at Golden Crown Mountain. Without hunting more black wizards, how can I have money to continue research, have money to compete?"
Witch Sera shook her head slightly. "Moreover, black wizards' corpses can also sell for quite a bit of money. It's just he begged me for mercy just now, which made me want to kill him with one sword even more. Sigh, in the end, it was still him courting death."
Just as Golden Crown Mountain's various young generation's most excellent First Circle wizards were making preparations, within the Golden Crown Mountain region's other wizard organizations, wizards preparing to participate in the competition were also each seizing the last week before the competition.
Working hard to improve themselves.
Within the Golden Crown Mountain region, inside the academy, this was a very young school primarily for builders.
The academy's architectural style was a series of rectangular bodies, overlapping and connecting with each other, like a series of transforming magic cubes.
At this time, within the academy, a sun ring wizard patted the shoulder of a First Circle wizard before him. "Mike! Tell me, what is our Building Materials Academy's motto?"
Mike was bare-chested, his entire body covered in muscle, those muscle blocks seeming harder than steel.
Mike said, "The earth endures forever! But my buildings will last longer than the earth!"
This sun ring wizard nodded with satisfaction. "All along, our Builder Academy has been suppressed by Golden Crown Mountain, pressured by Magic Pivot City."
"One week from now at Golden Crown Mountain Sports Festival, in that seven-day sports event, is your best opportunity to avenge!"
"Golden Crown Mountain's prodigies will certainly consider themselves a thousand-year prestigious school and won't take us builders seriously. Mike, you're the most talented builder I've seen. I want you to win the Spell Combat Tournament championship at Sports Festival, obtain the White Wizard Association's commendation!"
"Sports Festival is the day when major academies allocate resources. Major academies no longer compete for resources through war, but through the number of gold, silver, and bronze medals obtained, to decide how much special resources each major academy should be allocated."
"Mike, you must use our builders' unyielding tenacious will to win the competition!"
Mike immediately nodded firmly. "Teacher, I will let all First Circle wizards in the Golden Crown Mountain region know they're nothing but chickens and clay dogs, only able to be shattered by our builders' bricks!"