A Sorcerer’s Journey

After a short period of time.

Underneath a loose robe, sinister-looking bumps covered his skin. A pair of muddy eyes were cast towards Glenn in the air as a hoarse voice exclaimed, “How is it you? What about Mille?”

‘How is it me?’

With one hand holding a magic stone and the other leaning on the Hydra Greatsword[1], Glenn was sitting on a stone pillar that was knocked down by the creatures summoned using the Friendship Keys during the fight. Under the mask, he doubtfully asked, “You… are acquainted with me?”

*Shu…*

A crystal ball from the other’s hand flew out and then an immense curtain of light appeared before Glenn.

Within the curtain of light, a beautiful female Sorcerer with eyes like a maze of stars sat upon a giant, red serpent as if it was a “chair.” Her pitch-black, long hair flowed down her back as she waved a hand and an image of Glenn appeared.

This female Sorcerer pointed at the image of Glenn and coldly said, “During the Holy Tower Tryouts, try to deal with this student in advance. He’s the favorite pupil of one of the old guys from Black Isotta. A month ago, he killed a small team on a mission by intercepting them at our school’s doorway! Hmph, don’t tell me that old guy is under the impression that he once again nurtured another Quiet Spring for this Tryout!”

The curtain of light withdrew back into the crystal ball which fell back into the other student’s hand. Those turbid eyes of that student gave off the impression of dying embers in their last moments, looking at Glenn with pity as if he was going to die.

Glenn felt a chill. Sure enough, he was being targeted by an old guy from the Compass School then?

Behind the Ashen Mask, he looked toward this Sorcerer-Apprentice with a cold gaze. He detachedly asked, “You must be none other than Primal Curse Althio who Mille mentioned?”

“Yeah? Ice girl, sure enough, was around. There are traces of Ice Element Waves here. Where’d she go?” Althio asked in a deep voice.

Glenn, sensing the magic power within his body, put away the magic stone and unhurriedly stood up. Brandishing the Hydra Greatsword he said, “She has already left. But… Your mission today, I’m afraid, will be very difficult to complete.”

“Hmph. Humph! Black Isotta sent out one ignorant guy. I already… huh?” Althio’s pupils suddenly became pinpricks, watching with amazement as a few crystal-clear mosquitoes dropped down midflight not far away.

At the same time, Glenn also was stumped for words.

These insects? Could he be possibly stealing his personal information? It was surprisingly an organism that went unnoticed by his perception and defenses!

Only…

On account of absorbing Glenn’s highly toxic blood, these organisms could barely fly 10 meters before dropping one after another—dead.

He could not permit the other student getting his body’s information!

Although Glenn had confidence utilizing the Dissimilation technique immunity against the majority of curses in the Sorcerer World, heaven knew what strange methods a genuinely strong Curse Sorcerer would use—Glenn didn’t have the inclination to experience it himself. A Fire Bat Spell was formed in a flash. In a moment it was launched straight toward the corpses of the crystal-clear mosquitoes.

Just as Glenn’s Fire Bat Spell was going to burn the dead insects carrying his personal information in an instant, the land suddenly undulated and burst upwards. A black-colored worm darted out from underground. After its sucker-like mouth rapidly swallowed down the dead mosquitoes, the worm bore back into the ground.

*Boom!*

A wave of fire dispersed in all directions. Glenn moved, intending to make use of his high-speed movement to strike and kill Althio, but came to an alarmed stop upon catching sight of that subterranean insect. He cried out in surprise, “Arminio Parasite?”

Of course, this Arminio Parasite was only one meter long and very thin. If compared to Glenn’s specimen from the Black Mirror, it was a lot smaller, and a lot more “able-bodied.”

From a distance away, that black worm dug out of the ground to move inside Althio’s spacious robes.

“Yes?”

Primal Curse Althio’s muddy eyes looked toward Glenn in astonishment. He was slightly flabbergasted. “Oh? You also know what the iron wire worm was originally called? Nowadays, a lot of Formal Sorcerers don’t know the iron wire worm’s true name during the ancient era. Mostly because they basically do not understand the true history of ancient times.”

“What history?” Glenn asked.

Althio’s ugly face showed a trace of a smile, hoarsely saying, “The history of Elemental Sorcerers! The majority of those muddleheaded people who pursue more advanced sorcery knowledge all probably don’t know the Sorcerer world’s Symbiotic Insect culture—the primogenitor Symbiotic Insect is none other than this Arminio Parasite that was forgotten by humans for a long time!”

Glenn’s pupils shrunk, not daring to believe what was before him.

This kind of worm was unexpectedly the primogenitor of the unique culture of Sorcerer Symbiotic Insects?

In that case, the relationship of those heteromorphisms and Sorcerers… What was it?!

Upon catching sight of Glenn’s expression, Althio knew that Glenn was not clear about that period of history. Unhurriedly shaking his head, Althio indifferently said, “You can be at ease. Master merely told me to drive you out of the Mirror. Therefore, I will not kill you.”

Having said that, Althio actually opened his mouth and extended his tongue. The Arminio Parasite emerged from the depths of his throat, spitting out a few drops of watery blood before withdrawing back. After the blood fell into Althio’s hand at last, his muddy eyes flashed coldly for just a second. He mumbled repeatedly in his low and hoarse voice, “The fraudulent Secret Fire, accept this offered sacrifice and burn his two legs. For Fate become Misfortune…”

*Swish!*

Suddenly, an incomplete shadow appeared at the top of Althio’s head.

After completing the spell, Althio’s eyes suddenly bulged. Conjured using the magic power roused using the magic staff and his body, a violent hurricane surrounded his entire body and exploded. Simultaneously, the densely packed, nauseating lumps on his body successively changed color and discharged a large amount of dark-red gas. In a split second the hurricane had already spread the dark-red, fetid fumes all around.

“Ah…”

Along with a blood-curdling screech, Althio’s figure disappeared only to appear over 100 meters away. He used a hand to cover his amputated arm to staunch the bleeding while at the same time, his turbid eyes held alarm as he stared at Glenn. “How is this possible?”

The red hurricane dispersed, exposing the figure of Glenn wearing Moisture Armor. Furthermore, under his foot was a cut-off arm that was holding a magic staff.

Beneath his mask, Glenn was amazed. “Not just curses but also voodoo? Hmm, Primal Curse Althio, all your sorcery is completely and perfectly restrained by me. You have no hope.”

But Glenn’s voice sounded somewhat rough, at clear contrast to the ease he showed on the surface.

Space warping, Glenn appeared 10 meters from Althio and let out a shout, “Attraction Force!”

With a “whooshing” sound, Althio was unable to resist Glenn pulling him in, and then the Hydra Greatsword ferociously chopped downwards, carrying a wild crushing force!

Althio sensed that he couldn’t control his body. Feeling the threat of death’s shadow, he loudly shouted, “Great Bloodfalls!”

*Ya…*

A small, shrieking person woven from straw flew out from his chest. Althio transformed into wisps of blood with a “bang”, stretching as far as the eyes could see, and then directly appeared several hundred meters away, at the peak of a stone pillar. His complexion was deathly pale as he rapidly mouthed a sorcery incantation, a strange translucent thing appearing above his head.

This specialist in curse and voodoo magic was apparently preparing some kind of Occult Sorcery.

Glenn remained unmoved as an endless blaze exploded out with a loud noise. With a step, Repulsive and Attraction Forces were cast toward Althio, suppressing him. At the same time, a golden eye slowly opened on his forehead.

“Ah…”

*Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop…*

Unlike the average students whose bodies rapidly dried up when the golden ray shined on them, every single lump on Althio’s body actually ruptured and disgorged a large amount of unknown liquid to protect and shield his body. In the midst of his painful yells, Althio hoarsely roared, “Black Isotta Glenn, you also won’t have an easy time!”

In the wake of Althio’s words, the semitransparent object on top of his head abruptly disappeared for no reason at all. From the beginning to end, apart from Glenn observing this strange thing with his naked eyes, there were no biological traces discovered by the Ashen Mask’s Echolocation Sorcery or the Canine Olfactory Enhancement Sorcery. There also weren’t any energy waves.

*Bang!*

Althio’s badge was smashed to pieces and his figure disappeared after a single warp. The entire course of the fight only took ten breaths of effort.

*Ya, ya, ya…*

Unexpectedly, the twitting twig on Glenn’s body issued a sharp cry. Glenn sensed the mark on his forehead increase by a huge chunk of points, while at the same time he became alarmed at the shriek of the twitting twig.

Impossible!

He had definitely already altered his personal information. It was impossible for Althio to use that medium from Glenn’s body to curse him. By what means had Althio cursed him?

And what curse did Althio inflict him with?