Seven Rings Sanctum World.
"Still alive? That’s... great!"
Having waited for over a month, when Green heard the news that Antusimo was still alive, he felt an indescribable sense of different emotions, among which was a familial affection that surpassed the bond between ntor and disciple.
Green had once considered sheltering him within the Oblivion Tower for protection, but quickly dismissed the idea, realizing it was too selfish!
Green could use his strength to protect this child, who ant more to him than a re disciple, but in fulfilling his sad protective desires, he would also be stifling the endless potential of this third disciple, though in truth, he seed to be nothing compared to Cappuccino and Heisuo.
Yet the more this was the case, the more attention Green paid to him.
Because once upon a ti, Green was the sa!
Once, Master Sister Youquan seed like a mountain—on one hand, she was soone Green revered and admired endlessly, but on the other hand, her presence was so oppressive that Green could hardly breathe. No matter what he did, no matter what achievents he gained, in the eyes of others, he always seed to be living in the shadow of Master Sister Youquan, as if he were the second Youquan.
To break free from this shadow, Green worked tirelessly, striving even at the peak of the Third-Level until finally ascending to Stigmata. Only then did he realize, having reached the sa tier as his senior sister, he had unconsciously surpassed everyone.
Therefore, neither the exceptionally talented Cappuccino nor the incomparable Heisuo were in Green’s heart the best candidates to inherit his will.
Cappuccino, as a natural observer of the Wizard’s Will, was inherently favored and protected by this world. As long as she didn’t leave this world, she was almost untouchable; no one would kill a Guardian, yet she didn’t have to fulfill the responsibilities of a World Guardian.
Her will was not firm.
Heisuo, though possessing all the Wisdom of the Wizard and unparalleled talent that satisfied Green completely, would, upon ascending to Stigma Sorcerer, instantly inherit the brilliant darkness pinnacle will of the ancient sorcerer behind the Soul Bridal Dress. Even if Green imposed his will on him now, it likely wouldn’t have any effect in the future.
Thus, deep within, Green always hoped for an ordinary wizard who, through their own effort, wisdom, and luck, would achieve extraordinary accomplishnts, prove themselves, and inherit Green’s will!
Among the three disciples, only Antusimo was the most suitable.
"Hehe, not just alive. If it weren’t for the truthfulness of the information from the front lines, even I would hardly believe it. A re First-Level Junior Wizard who joined the war front for just over four hundred years has consecutively received four Third-Level Honor dals, one Second Level Honor dal, and one First-Level Honor dal!"
The Stigmata Sorcerer of the Phantom Fire On, under the seat of the Seven Rings Sanctum, murmured lowly, eyes flickering with ghostly flas in astonishnt.
"What!?"
Even with Green’s composure, upon hearing of Antusimo’s string of achievents, he couldn’t help but exclaim in disbelief.
"How did he do it? Was it because of my identity? But even so, he’s rely a First-Level Wizard. How could he possibly achieve so much?"
"Let check."
The Stigmata Sorcerer of the Phantom Fire On said, the Rune in the Crystal Ball flickering, nodding frequently for a good while before turning off the Crystal Ball.
"Oblivion Tower, your disciple... truly is the embodint of both luck and wisdom. Congratulations on gaining such a good disciple! When everyone else gave up, only he persisted, inspiring the legion and ultimately holding out until reinforcents arrived, changing the course of the battle. Besides personal strength, he has all the qualities of a Bright Witch Captain, especially an unyielding spirit, truly a malleable talent. He has already caught the attention of Dawn Wisdom; even if you don’t seek him, he is soon to be brought back for cultivation in the Wizard World."
At this mont, Green could not describe his own feelings.
Overwheld with satisfaction, even exceeding Green’s expectations!
Antusimo, whom Green had only taught the fundantals of the wizard’s path during his wizard apprentice days without any bias, had achieved accomplishnts far beyond what Green had anticipated, even surpassing what Green once was, beyond Cappuccino and Heisuo.
For many years, Green hadn’t felt his heart so vulnerable and touched.
For a long ti, Green stood silently, reminiscing about the ti in the cave when Antusimo was still a mischievous child. As he regained his spiritual power, he poured his efforts into teaching him about life, doing things, and exploring the Truth Mystery spirit, along with the unyielding spirit of unity he lost on the Dark Wizard’s growth path.
Unknowingly, tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, and Green seed to see Peranos’s free and easy deanor before leaving.
"ntor, your Wizard’s Will can continue to be passed on..."
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"ntor..."
Five hundred years isn’t long for Green, but for Antusimo, it was indeed far too long.
So long that ntor Green had already beco the deepest mory in his heart, a spiritual encouragent akin to his father. Every ti others were about to give up, it was the ntor’s earnest guidance that led Antusimo through.
Wizards around him kept falling, kept being replaced, but Antusimo never thought of failure, nor of death. He had transford from a Junior Wizard who aspired to everything into an Official Sorcerer who bore everything!
Stern appearance, constantly moving pace, a heart pursuing the Truth Mystery, with unwavering belief in the inevitable victory of the Wizard Legion beside him.
Green didn’t know what exactly had happened to Antusimo, but he was no longer the child, the sowhat awkward and bewildered child standing beside genius senior brothers and sisters.
"Well done!"
Green patted Antusimo on the shoulder, like a kind elder, incredibly gratified, his voice sowhat choked, nodding frequently.
"ntor!"
Beneath the cold exterior, Antusimo cried out loud at this mont, like a child returning ho, clinging to Green, sobbing for having abandoned all pure and beautiful things to mature at this point.
Growth cos at a price!
An extensive conversation, in the secluded corners of the Seven Rings Sanctum World, only master and disciple softly conversed by the campfire, exchanging heart to heart.
Ti slipped away unnoticed, and Green gradually learned everything this disciple had gone through, realizing how similar they were. He, too, once had a love, but the brutal civilization war separated them by life and death. He hated Skynet, hated the cold tal robots, hated his forr weakness.
The sound of the distant and lodious horn, heralding the opening of the world’s heart to the Ancient Life Trees of the Wizard World, Green stood up.
"ntor, where are you going?"
Shaking his head, he smiled faintly.
"Going to undertake a task, possibly dangerous; though I’ve prepared so contingencies, I cannot assure their success, so... these are for you."
Saying this, Green severed his naless finger! Along with it were a notebook and a book.
"Take them, my body embodies the secret of the World’s Veil rules, and this notebook contains knowledge of the Annihilation Force and Source of Oblivion. As for this ’Grimm’s Fairy Tales’... you may not understand it now, but if one day you achieve the Stigmata, you might understand a bit."
Green turned around, gradually walking away.
"Rember, they are rely my wizard’s path, just guiding signposts for you. As my will’s heir, you must walk further and longer, surpass your senior brothers and sisters, and surpass ."
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