Chapter 121: The Spell Vault

“So urgently contacting my kind, is there an emergency matter? Oh… or perhaps, after some careful thought, you have finally decided to formally become my Believer?”

“A Silver Dragon? Hmm… dragons, those flying pseudo-reptiles? Is there any particular need to mention those? They are just… oh, right, I forgot. For your current insignificant state of existence, those creatures could indeed be considered a threat. However, once you become my Believer, you would understand that those you see as obstacles are nothing but a speck of dust…”

“…”

In the illusory space, Constantine lowered his head slightly and let out a groan-like sigh… Though he hadn’t held much hope from the start, it seemed now that the bargaining chips he possessed were far too few when trying to negotiate with an existence of this level…

Though this being might not be a deceitful Noble or a cunning merchant, as a self-proclaimed Deity, it indeed possessed extraordinary cunning or perhaps wicked wisdom. From the very beginning, his own intentions had been thoroughly understood by the other. Thus, no matter how he tried to guide the conversation with words, the other would ultimately push the issue back to that annoying, most fundamental direction with a tone of utter indifference.

“You, have you decided to formally become my Believer…”

Fortunately, in this conversation, there were still some things that offered the youth some comfort: this unknown existence did indeed have some regard for him—a Deity’s time might be infinite, but they rarely spent too much of it on an ordinary Human. Just as a normal person would never try to converse with an ant to understand its needs.

Moreover, this lengthy dialogue was not without meaning. The small hints contained within it were enough to give Constantine a certain degree of inspiration…

“The nature of power can indeed influence the temperament of its wielder, but it is not absolute. For example, low-level magical creatures or the undead are merely slaves to their most primal desires. However, the wisdom of high-level Demons or necromancers is not inferior to that of wise men among Humans or Elves.”

“The power I grant you is not bound by those ordinary rules… It is a power only spellcasters favored by my kind can wield. By utilizing the Magic Power within your physique and Soul, you can use the energy structure of spells you can currently cast to enhance your magical talent, and freely, without limit, command a certain spell-like ability… I name it the ‘Spell Vault.’ With just a gesture, or even a mental command… The only thing to be mindful of is not to exhaust your Magic Power completely. Though not as tedious as the things created by that old fellow Boccob, you will eventually discover the strength of this power…”

“Believe in your Deity unconditionally, devoutly, become my Chosen… You will experience the power I grant you…”

…

As the black flames dispersed from Constantine’s vision, the surrounding space instantly shifted from that eerie, void-like world to one glowing with a soft, enchanting light.

“Uh…” After glancing around, Constantine let out another soft sigh.

The room within the Mage Tower didn’t have many windows. The light from the magical illumination had dimmed, but filtering through the sheer bed curtains, it took on a serene, almost moonlight-like quality… Within this light, two fragrant, perfect bodies lay hidden beneath the bedding, the half-revealed spring scenery only stirring Constantine’s heart further.

Perhaps feeling the movement of the bed, as the youth turned his body, Christine, who had been sleeping beside him, let out a soft moan. “Ah… mh, good morning?” The sudden appearance of a figure startled her slightly, and then, as if remembering something, she spoke in a voice as faint as a mosquito’s whisper. A shy blush instantly spread across her originally cool and composed face. The girl flusteredly averted her gaze, not daring to look at the naked opposite sex, but then, the vision of the stunningly beautiful Elf on the other side drew her eyes back.

“Good morning…” the youth responded with a smile, but one hand deftly reached out… The lingering scent of the potion in the air, mixed with a special aroma, reminded him of the previous night’s frenzy, causing a certain part of his body to stir restlessly once more.

Before Christine could express her thoughts, the youth’s warm hands had already begun roaming over her body…

“N-no… don’t do this…” the Sorceress let out a small cry of alarm, trying to distance herself from those fire-like hands. Unfortunately, having exhausted most of her strength in last night’s madness, she clearly couldn’t resist the little beast who was now in an excited state, which only seemed to increase his interest. He pressed his entire body against her…

Ignoring her weak resistance, the youth’s hands moved skillfully. In just a few moments, the girl had become a lovely little lamb in his grasp. In this world, a girl of fifteen or sixteen could not really be considered a child, but Christine, who spent her days confined within the Mage Tower, still retained a hint of youthful innocence. The youth’s tongue was like a clever little fish, gliding over her fair skin, sending shivers like electric currents through her. This time, Christine could barely even manage a cry, only lifting her head to release rapid gasps… Her cheeks, the area around her ears, her neck, skirting past her delicate collarbones, the fair and tender skin, the pink, pert budding peaks, her smooth abdomen… and then, the little fish finally swam into the mysterious harbor, brushing against slightly moist membranes, causing her flawless white body to tremble uncontrollably.

The effects of the potion seemed to linger still, as moisture gradually gathered between the petals. Christine seemed to return to the utterly embarrassing state of the day before. The air was already filled with a sweet scent of desire, her face burning as if with a fever. Only this time, her mind was clear.

The sudden feeling of fullness made the Sorceress involuntarily emit the most primal song. Her body trembled, feeling that gentle yet strange undulation. Her fair, long legs were lifted in an extremely shy posture, yet that peculiar sense of shame seemed to pluck a certain chord within her heart… pushing her body into that unknown rhythm.

The body entwined with his suddenly curled up, then stretched out, beginning another round of slight tremors. Within her came intense spasms and contractions. She was lost for a full half-minute before sinking into a new round of deep sleep. The youth sighed gently… it seemed this was Christine’s limit. But he himself was still…

“Quite impressive, huh… really enviable…”

Warm body heat suddenly enveloped him from behind. The youth turned his head and was surprised to see a pair of somewhat fierce crimson eyes—the Blood Elf had wrapped her arms around his neck. Her gently open palm seemed to flicker with faint, cold light!

Constantine was startled, not understanding what act she was putting on now. But regardless, opposing a Rogue at such close distance was undoubtedly a dangerous move.

But before he could react, the Elf suddenly leaped up. Her hands pressed down on his shoulders, and then, a suffocating pressure… Her long, beautiful legs tightly encircled the young boy’s waist. An almost breath-taking force came from that beautiful gift, and the surrounding scenery abruptly rotated half a turn!

Then came that familiar sensation—the softness and warmth enveloping the youth’s Avatar. A slow, wriggling movement, a slight separation backward, but the next moment, it came crashing forward with an unstoppable force! This caused Constantine to let out an involuntary grunt.

The warmth and tightness of piercing through a certain light, soft tissue poured fine wine onto the senses of the middle-aged brat. The thick masculine symbol had only entered halfway before. Now, the sensation of thrusting to the root in one go turned the desire in his mind directly into a blazing flame.

“This madam will not be forced by anyone… especially not you, you unlucky brat! Remember this clearly, poor brat. This is my compensation… no, it’s seeing as how you protected me before… nearly died, pitiful you, so I’m bestowing this upon you!” The Elf’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly from the minor impact. Her deliberately haughty words couldn’t suppress a slight tremble: “Don’t forget, brat, this madam is always on top!” Gritting her teeth, the female Elf glared at the somewhat stunned Constantine and spoke fiercely.

However, her haughty declaration of war immediately met with a counterattack. The youth didn’t hesitate to move his waist. Thus, the fierce words turned into a soft, melting moan!

“So what! Can’t escape, so just fight it out—do you want me to praise your boldness?” Constantine gasped, increasing the force at his waist, using greater speed to shatter the other’s pride: “Pity me? Do you have that capability? You damned little enchantress!”

Before his words even finished, a sharp pain shot from his shoulder. The Elf arched her upper body slightly, letting her white teeth sink deeper into his muscle: “This madam certainly has the capability… mh…” she cried out indistinctly, only for it to immediately turn into a low moan.

Constantine seized this opportunity without hesitation, reaching out to grasp the softest part of the slender body. The increased pressure made that soft, white tenderness seep out! The bud in his palm offered a slightly firm sensation. Combined with the song singing in his ears, the contrast was enough to drive any male creature wild.

…

The Magic Hourglass placed by the bedhead emitted a soft rustling sound, marking the passage of time second by second; it was the only sound in the room. The youth narrowed his eyes and gently extended a hand. With a slight closing motion of his fingers, a roll of blank parchment Scroll on the bookshelf not far away vanished into thin air, then appeared in his hand! Then, with another slight turn of his wrist, the Scimitar that had been hanging by the bedhead in his sight instantly crossed the shackles of space.

Putting down the Scimitar in his hand, he traced a strange Rune in the air with his finger. Then, with a muffled thump in the air, a burst of flame suddenly erupted in the space! Hot air spread out, and the scorched smell reaching his nostrils made Constantine’s lips curl into a smug smile.

The explanation gleaned from the Deity’s inadvertent snippets was somewhat obscure, but after a bit of practice, Constantine easily grasped a bit of its mystery.

The key to this ability was that as long as he could cast certain special spells, he could use their spell structures to gather energy, thereby performing a convenient technique. For example, with the third-tier spell, Monster Summoning, which Constantine had recently mastered, he could borrow the Demon God’s power, using the summoning spell’s structure to trigger that special power he had used earlier—instantly bringing an item weighing no more than six pounds into his hand. And the Fireball Spell’s magical structure allowed him to very conveniently call forth a small burst of flame. Though its power was only one-third of a Fireball’s, the instant casting speed and unlimited uses were enough to give him a convenient offensive ability in many situations…

It was just a pity… this power was still insufficient to contend with that Silver Dragon…

“Hartdiel, tell me, in your understanding, what exactly is a Chosen?”

Learning Magic was difficult and boring, but it had one similarity with playing computer games: it was particularly good at passing the time. Just trying out the abilities he could cast, and a few spells he had recently learned, and doing preliminary research to understand the incantation of the Fireball Spell—these tasks took up Constantine’s entire morning. Yet, he had no intention of resting… Perhaps due to that unusual battle, he felt exceptionally energetic. After pondering for a moment, Constantine placed his palm on the surface of the Bequli Gem.

“A Chosen? That thing, a Chosen, is when a mortal Believer receives a portion of a Deity’s power and serves as their Deity’s mortal representative.” The Lich’s reply was precise and comprehensive. “The Divine Power a Chosen obtains is, in essence, a form of ‘authority.’ It can be understood as the Deity temporarily delegating a tiny bit of authority to a mortal they favor. Authority relies on position. As long as the divine position isn’t destroyed, even if the Deity dies or is replaced, the Chosen will retain the Divine Power—though it can be revoked at any time.

“Fundamentally, they are also a special type of clergy, except unlike ordinary priests and Clerics, they gain the ability to directly access Divine Power, historically a symbol of mystery. However, their power comes from the Deity and is determined by the Deity. A Chosen’s strength isn’t solely determined by the Divine Magic they can cast. Depending on the Deity’s favor, among them are some as powerful as the Deity’s Avatar in this world, while others are weak and frail, unable to withstand a single blow. Even Chosen of the same Deity can vary in strength—it entirely depends on the mood of the Deity who favors them. There are even cases where the strong suddenly become weak, or the weak become very strong due to sudden divine favor…”

“Opposing a Chosen always brings unexpected variables. Attacking a Chosen, in a sense, is equivalent to directly blaspheming the Deity the Chosen believes in. Naturally, it invites the Deity’s retaliation…” After a lengthy explanation, the Lich’s voice paused, then became exceptionally measured—Constantine knew this was his sign of becoming serious: “However, Constantine, you’d better think clearly, because becoming a Chosen is by no means a symbol of invincibility. Not to mention the numerous recorded Deities who have displayed Divine Miracles, many powerful beings from other Planes can also grant power to people; they do not fear Deities. And once you become a Chosen, it means your actions will be directly watched… If he is not a Deity… your situation is probably…”

The youth fell silent. The Lich’s concern was very real… In fact, according to Constantine’s judgment, the latter possibility was far greater… Deities had probably long chosen their own Chosen. Moreover, in Hayton, where Temples were everywhere, which Deity would use a Demon statue to contact a mortal?

“Actually, rather than thinking about those unrealistic things, you’d be better off crafting some practical items, for example… a Staff.” Sensing the youth’s mood, the Lich suddenly suggested.

Regarding Staffs, the youth had many impressions from novel settings. For the most part, in many stories, these rods of varying lengths were like weapons for Mages; without a Staff in hand, even with immense magical power, they couldn’t cast spells. But in this world, it seemed that spellbooks were more important for Mages. Staffs weren’t particularly essential tools. There were plenty of Sorcerers who preferred to cast spells with bare hands. Most Clerics wielded Maces instead of Staffs.

“Many Staffs come enchanted with one or even multiple spells. For Mages who have a daily limit on spellcasting, this is a rather good option. As for Sorcerers, they need them even more. Often, the spells carried on a single Staff can completely remedy their shortcomings in spellcasting. Furthermore, you have quite a few Gemstones on hand, don’t you…”

He knew a little about Gemstones with specific attributes that could enhance the power of corresponding Magic. For instance, rubies or red zircon, set into a Staff, could increase the power of fire Magic. Imperial Tears Gemstone could be used to strengthen divination magic. Sapphire could enhance the effectiveness of summoning Magic, and so on. Though he didn’t have the ability to create such Magic Items himself, he had quite a few helpers.

“So, what could I trade with the old fellow to get a Staff…” Constantine hesitated.

At that moment, a beam of white light suddenly shone down from the room’s dome. The light flickered, coalescing into a faint, human-like silhouette. The youth was slightly taken aback; he noticed it was the image of Karn Burn. Then, this light-figure suddenly spoke. The magically transmitted voice surprised Constantine even more…

“Constantine, you may now leave the Mage Tower…”