Chapter 532

Chapter 539: The Original Magic Tome and Afternoon Encounters (Please Subscribe!)

During the idle chit-chat after lunch, the hours of midday slipped by unnoticed.

Next, Izay temporarily parted ways with Ais and Haruhi, immersing himself alone in the Familial Group’s library to organize the many insights brought about by his new abilities.

“False Principle · Astrology” may not be as powerful as a true ultimate ability.

However, it had a qualitative difference compared to the series of skills Izay himself had previously developed.

Since it was part of the principles of the stars, the countless unknown magical formulas and abilities it bestowed upon Izay required a lot of effort just to sort through its effects.

And during this process, Izay also wanted to try creating his own magical knowledge notebook.

To put it simply, it was a “Magic Tome.”

A BUG item that allowed users to learn magic just by flipping through it!

After all, Izay now possessed the qualifications to create a Magic Tome!

—”Mystery” and “Sorcery.”

The former was known as the Art of the Gods, while the latter enhanced the processing of magic-related items; these were the “keys” needed to write a Magic Tome.

To personally produce a Magic Tome, both developmental abilities were indispensable.

And Izay happened to possess both!

Now, with a little practice, Izay could probably easily create a traditional Magic Tome.

But Izay’s goal wasn’t limited to that.

What he wanted to create was an entirely new version unique to him.

—Using the knowledge he had organized himself as a “medium,” allowing Riviria and others to also learn the magic of the stellar sequence.

If this idea succeeded, even if the actual effect wasn’t as powerful when used by Izay himself, it would still bring about a tremendous increase in combat power for Riviria and other magicians!

With the capital of “Star of Enlightenment” and “False Principle · Astrology,” plus the seventh-level developmental ability “Mystery” which had already undergone transformation…

Izay believed he had the ability to challenge this new creation.

…

The library of Twilight Manor always maintained a serene atmosphere.

Not only because keeping quiet here was the most basic etiquette,

but also because few people visited here.

In the vast Loki Familia… there weren’t many who liked reading. On normal days, mostly only the elven magicians who had learning needs came here.

Someone like Ais, a pure adventurer, almost never voluntarily came to browse books.

Izay’s visits to the library were already quite frequent within the Familia.

In the afternoon, in a quiet corner of the library, the scratching sound of a quill pen on special paper echoed through the area.

“…”

Just at such a peaceful moment, a figure dressed in emerald quietly intruded.

(Is he studying? This child… I’d better not disturb him…)

The elven princess, who had just returned to Twilight Manor and finally managed to escape Loki’s clutches to find a place to rest, deliberately lightened her steps as she passed near Izay.

At this moment, due to his intense focus on the pages, Izay didn’t even notice someone passing by him.

Even his powerful perception didn’t issue any warnings at this time.

Because under normal conditions without activating magic, Izay’s perception was no different from a certain chatterbox’s spider sense.

It would only warn of impending danger or hostility.

To keep track of the dynamics around him at all times, he would need to activate perception magic.

Without any conversation between the two in the library, the afternoon slipped by.

“Clatter…”

The sound of the quill falling onto the table flashed by momentarily.

After sitting for so long, Izay instinctively stretched, muttering.

“Trying to create a Magic Tome for the first time is indeed not an easy task…”

Ultimately, he was still a novice in this field.

But fortunately, it wasn’t without results.

Izay glanced at the glowing magical symbols on the specially-made parchment.

With roughly five to seven more days, he would be able to complete his first original Magic Tome.

The magical formulas contained in his mind, imbued with the principles of the stars, were far more overwhelming than he had imagined!

The conversion of “personal magic” into “books” and “experience”—a situation absolutely impossible in the world of dungeons—was slowly taking shape in his hands.

Excitement mingled with a great sense of accomplishment filled his heart.

After all, this was equivalent to creating a magical occupational system out of nothing!

Imagine, even those deemed by divine grace to have no magical aptitude could release impressive magic after obtaining one of the “books” created by Izay.

Then, countless people would clamor for an original tome!

No matter how much money it cost!

Of course, Izay wasn’t foolish.

If something like this were to spread, it would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Isn’t it better to keep it within our own group?

One should be selfish sometimes.

After all, he certainly didn’t lack money.

The patent for enchanted weapons had already made Izay rich beyond measure.

“But after writing for so long, the specially-prepared paper is almost gone. Since this was a sudden idea, I didn’t prepare ahead of time… I remember there’s some leftover stock in my Magic Workshop…”

As he spoke, Izay got up from his chair.

After tidying up the desk in front of him, he entered his Magic Workshop with his half-finished Magic Tome.

In the spacious room where sunlight couldn’t reach, the coating on the ceiling emitted a faint yellow glow.

This specially-coated phosphorus powder was applied to ensure minimal lighting in the underground Magic Workshop.

Its purpose was to prevent blindness upon entering and avoid bumping into workshop items.

Under the faint glow of the phosphorus powder, the warm walnut wood decor still exuded a cozy atmosphere. Only the bottles and cabinets lined against the walls gave this place a slight resemblance to a Magic Workshop.

And inside those wall-hugging cabinets lay Izay’s magical materials.

The special parchment used for making Magic Tomes was stored among them…

But Izay paid no attention to these materials for now—he noticed something else! There seemed to be someone in his Magic Workshop!?

The next moment, with a “click,” Izay found and pressed the switch for the magic stone chandelier.

Instantly, the entire Magic Workshop was bathed in soft light.

The clear scene revealed itself to Izay.

“Huh…? Someone is sleeping on the bed…?”

Izay’s expression became quite colorful.

Although, strictly speaking, it was a bed formed by unfolding a reclining sofa… but that familiar figure… familiar emerald hair… familiar face is…

“…Teacher!?”