Chapter 2, Creation

In the Rhine Magic Academy, three-quarters of the students are nobles, and even lower-ranking nobles like Rog often face disdain. Noble students generally do not work as hard as commoners, but as fellow junior mages, the disparity in magical equipment is sufficient for them to compete with commoner students. Due to financial constraints, students from common backgrounds have no choice but to enhance their magical abilities through rigorous training. Originally, Rog neither had the financial means to purchase magical equipment nor was he willing to endure the hardships of commoners, resulting in his mediocre strength. Even when he occasionally bullied commoners, they were merely the common folk outside the academy. Due to financial constraints, students from common backgrounds have no choice but to enhance their magical abilities through rigorous training. Originally, Rog neither had the financial means to purchase magical equipment nor was he willing to endure the hardships of commoners, resulting in his mediocre strength. Even when he occasionally bullied commoners, they were merely the common folk outside the academy.

The difference lies in the rogue

Isn't there a multitude of combinations for that magic circle

Like the spells you have learned, these symbols are drawn to gather the corresponding magical energy of the space. The functions of the spells drawn with different magical materials vary. The function of a magic circle is determined by the magnitude, type, and sequence of the energy that is gathered.

Rog sat helplessly to one side, gazing hopefully at the magic circle, his silver eyes occasionally flashing before him. Rog knew that this creature would be something that had never existed in the world before. No matter what it was, he hoped that this pet would have a pair of silver eyes

Rog woke up, resembling a fish in a pool, gazing out as the entire world seemed to gently sway in the shimmering light. The flowers, the trees, the colors appeared to transform into a flat painting. Behind the painting, there was something written at www.hetushu.com. Rog strained to see beyond it, even feeling an involuntary urge to leap forward, yet like the fish in a crystal fishbowl, he was always bounced back before this image. As summer faded into autumn, Rog gradually returned to his former self; to be precise, he reverted to all his old bad habits, no longer checking in the morning whether his hands had turned into mere bones. Behind the painting, there was something written at www.hetushu.com. Rog strained to see beyond it, even feeling an involuntary urge to leap forward, yet like the fish in a crystal fishbowl, he was always bounced back before this image. As summer faded into autumn, Rog gradually returned to his former self; to be precise, he reverted to all his old bad habits, no longer checking in the morning whether his hands had turned into mere bones

Rog's incantation was completed, and magical energy began to gradually infuse the magic circle, flowing from the outside in. The symbols of the magic circle started to illuminate one by one, with various lights intertwining together. When the entire magic circle was lit up, the roars of demons and the hymns of heaven echoed within the circle. Rog was drenched in sweat, veins bulging, straining to support the magic circle's insatiable demand for his magical power. In the center of the magic circle, a mass of black mist slowly emerged, continuously dripping a liquid resembling mercury. As the entire magic circle lit up, the roars of demons and the hymns of heaven intertwined within the circle. Rog was drenched in sweat, veins bulging, straining to support the magic circle's insatiable demand for his magical power. In the center of the magic circle, a mass of black mist slowly emerged, continuously dripping a liquid resembling mercury. This silvery liquid increased in volume, and when it reached the size of a human head, the mist dissipated, leaving only this mercury-like substance continuously changing and rolling in the air. Rog recited another incantation, placing his hand above the substance. Gradually, a drop of golden water seeped from Rog's fingertips, falling into the substance. Rog recited another incantation, placing his hand above the substance. Gradually, a drop of golden water seeped from Rog's fingertips, falling into the substance. The substance suddenly began to writhe wildly, and clouds of black mist erupted from it, filling the entire magic circle.

As the days pass, the weather gradually becomes cooler. Those who once knew Rog are almost all astonished by his transformation; that short, plump, shameless fellow is now either buried in the piles of old books in the library or locked away in his room meditating. With the slow increase of magical power, on a day when snowflakes began to fall, Rog's magical ability finally reached the level of a third-tier mage. During these days, Rog also made an unexpected discovery: after being completely transformed, this body possesses explosive strength and agility that rivals that of a beast. "Rather than saying you are a person, it would be more accurate to say you are a magical beast," declared the necromancer. In the early stages of soul fusion, Rog could still communicate with the necromancer in their consciousness; now, the two souls have completely merged, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other. However, it is evident that this conclusion can only come from a necromancer who has an extensive understanding of the physical structures of both humans and magical beasts.

Regardless of the circumstances, this great day has finally arrived. Rog looked at the colorful magic circle he had drawn in the room with near ecstasy. This pet summoning magic circle had undergone significant modifications to align with the essence of the divine. Typically, a mage's pets consist of small creatures such as imps, crows, and black cats, primarily used for reconnaissance. The summoned pets have a direct and essential connection to the mage's soul, and the death of a pet usually inflicts severe damage on the mage. In this regard, Feis had once asserted that Rog's summoned pets would either be wild boars or moles. Mage pets hold little significance in battle, even large creatures like black tigers are no exception. Rather than using pets in combat, it is more effective to employ summoned beasts, which are powerful and safe.

The necromancer's innate aversion to angels did not diminish Rog's lecherous heart; rather, it was gradually overshadowed by the latter. The paranoia that many nobles possess was particularly evident in Rog. However, while most nobles express their paranoia by firmly believing they are superior to commoners in every aspect, Rog's thoughts were much simpler: to recreate a celestial angel as his pet using the essence of divinity. Rog had never desired power as intensely as he did at this moment; the celestial angel was so deeply etched in his mind, and he wondered what the divine realm above must be like. Possessing a pet is something only a level 7 mage can achieve. Relying on Rog's mental strength, the necromancer specifically chose to leave behind the knowledge of the fusion magic circle, along with the purity of the essence of divinity. When his magical power reaches the level of a level 3 mage, he might just be able to summon his own pet.

Flowers are still flowers, trees are still trees, and the myriad of colors in the world remains unchanged

The fog lifted, and Rog stared silently at his new pet, a tattered skeleton

Fais is a level 9 mage, and the magic laboratory is a rather tranquil two-story building located deep within the academy. Given Fais's strength, he wouldn't normally receive such treatment even if he were a level 2 higher. However, because Fais is also a skilled alchemist with considerable expertise in *maps* and *books*, this is far more significant than his magical prowess. High-grade magical items are the favorites of everyone.

Indeed, Rog's appearance is far from appealing. Feis chose Rog as his apprentice partly because of his exceptional flattery, and partly because Rog withstood the test in front of Feis's numerous valuable gems. Rog is by no means a gentleman who would not pick up what is left on the road; he simply understands the principle that "to gain great benefits, one must sacrifice small gains in the present." Another reason deep in Feis's consciousness is that, coming from a commoner background, he absolutely enjoys being served by a noble. After several encounters in pursuit of pleasure, the friendship between Feis and Rog quickly deepened, and they found many common topics to discuss. Nevertheless, seeing Rog suddenly obsessing over researching magic circles and diligently honing his magical powers, Feis felt quite pleased.

If a magic circle is drawn incorrectly and then activated, what consequences might arise? As soon as he finished asking, Rog cursed himself for being an idiot; didn't the explosions that occasionally occurred in the Fes laboratory already indicate the problem? However, Rog was indeed quite lucky; as an alchemist, Fes's magical power was not impressive, but his knowledge of magic circles was truly profound

Of course, there are recorded magical materials numbering in the hundreds, and various pure attributes of magical energy amount to dozens, which naturally include various divine powers. Furthermore, when considering the control of energy magnitude, flow, and the timing of spells, the combinations are virtually limitless. The existing magical arrays are all derived from the countless failures of those who came before.

Rog felt the presence of the Source of the Divine clearly; those silver eyes, the chiseled lines, the rippling waves beneath the white robe, were like fragments of a dream that occasionally flashed through his mind. Thus, a flame seemed to ignite within Rog's heart

Another unexpected development was the mental power. One afternoon, while Rog was struggling with "The Principles of Wind Magic Circles," those silver eyes were once again burning into his nerves. "I really want to take a damn sip," Rog thought of the wine glass on the table by the window. The desire for those eyes made him ready to continue sinking into the ocean of magic circles, only to find that the wine glass was quietly suspended right in front of him. To Rog's astonishment, the glass came crashing down on his head, spilling cheap wine all over him. After that, Rog discovered that his mental power could control moving objects. After months of ignorant and fearless practice, Rog was finally able to throw the cat that sneaked in to steal food out of the house. This ability was both troublesome and useless compared to magic, but the little understanding of the world's essence left by the necromancer made Rog vaguely feel that this ability was extremely useful. It was not until many years later that Rog realized he had misjudged the necromancer; at that time, his foresight actually stemmed from a cunning person's innate sense for conspiracy. This ability was both troublesome and useless compared to magic, but the little understanding of the world's essence left by the necromancer made Rog vaguely feel that this ability was extremely useful. It was not until many years later that Rog realized he had misjudged the necromancer; at that time, his foresight actually stemmed from a cunning person's innate sense for conspiracy.

Teacher, what are these crooked symbols in the magic circle used for