Warlock Apprentice Chapter 189 - The Three Levels of Death

Chapter 189: The Three Levels of Death

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Wanna join ?” Angor quietly expected Dave to agree. Having soone working together ant they could make up for each other’s shortcomings and complete tasks faster.

However, Dave shook his head. “No, I’m not interested in a music box... Co again when you plan to make sothing else next ti.”

Dave believed that Angor could not possibly make sothing wonderful again like before. It was just a toy! Could Angor actually enchant a music box with Sharpen Rune of sothing?

“Well, alright,” said Angor. He seed a little disappointed.

The sound of a heavy bell being struck was heard in the entire underground market.

“Ten in the night... I should go.” Angor stood up and bid farewell to Dave.

When he reached the door, Angor suddenly rembered sothing and turned around to ask, “Hey Dave, do you have books about Runecraft here?”

“You an runes used in enchantnt?” Dave looked puzzled. “But what for? You made Rune of Sharpen last ti, don’t you have the books yourself?”

“Not for enchantnt. Just ordinary runes used elsewhere,” Angor explained.

“But you can’t use those on your item, so why—wait, you’re not going to do magic arrays, right?”

Magic arrays could be used to apply active effects on alchemy items. However, they were at a completely different level compared to runes used in enchantnt. Also, magic arrays had weaker effects than synthesis, so very few alchemists would actually go for magic array craft.

“Just want to check sothing out. I’m not going to learn magic arrays of course.” For now, Angor was interested in Runecraft only. He did not plan to pick up another subject yet. He simply wanted to see if he could create magic scrolls with the help of the hologram tablet.

Dave gave him a piece of sincere advice, “Angor, you haven’t been a supernatural for long. Attempting too many things at the sa ti will only hinder your progression. I an, you’re studying alchemy AND fighting in Sky Tower, and now you’re thinking about Runecraft too! As level-1, you should get yourself stronger as fast as you can. If you don’t have enough strength, you can only make lesser items no matter what kind of alchemy talent you have.”

Dave was right, and Angor knew it. However, he still could not tell the truth about his tablet to Dave.

Seeing how his considerate words did not discourage Angor at all, Dave gave Angor a sowhat angry glare as if he was a teacher who got really disappointed at his student. “I only have enchantnt books here, not Runecraft ones. And even if I do, I won’t sell them to you. For your own good.”

Dave’s “wise” display looked real enough. Anyone else would probably get convinced. Angor, however, knew Dave’s character well. Rather than trying to educate him for real, this guy was only acting like soone’s teacher to feel superior for lecturing people.

Angor watched Dave’s “kind expression” and sighed in his mind: Okay, I’ll try to play along.

He put up an enlightened expression.

“You’re so right. I get distracted too easily. From today, I’ll ditate as much as I can and leave the other matters aside.”

Dave felt good at Angor’s “realization”, but he was kind of surprised at what Angor said. “You don’t really have to work so hard. Keep up your alchemy training when you have ti. You know, balanced developnt.”

“Nah, I’ll consider my ditation as first priority so I don’t fall behind everyone.”

With that, Angor bowed to Dave politely and walked out of the shop with firm steps.

Dave stood in the shop, not sure what Angor was really thinking about.

Angor left the underground area and stepped back into Apprentice Town Eight. Fresh air filled his lungs again.

It was too late for dinner, so Angor bought so cooked ration from the town market and ate them in a haste.

Once ho, he entered the soundproofed room to ditate again. For so reason, he ditated a lot better this ti.

So was his mana flow.

When done, Angor wondered what happened. Did he finally manage to “calm his spirit” instead of “calm his body” only?

To calm one’s spirit ant soone was able to enter a deep ditation while troubled by the worst noises.

Angor considered and decided to try sothing. In his tablet, he found a song called “Childhood mory” which according to its tag, was composed by Bandari.

The music was peaceful and soft. Angor realized that the song he just picked was just another masterpiece like City of Sky. The different instrunts in the song really created wondrous lodies that reminded him of his childhood tis.

However, he did not find the song because he wanted to listen to music. Angor left the music going and closed his eyes to ditate. When bathed in the musical notes, he was glad to find out he succeeded!

Did he really achieve “spirit calm” in his ditation? Or was it because of the song’s gentle nature which did not affect his ditation?

Angor thought about another idea. He shut down his tablet and went to the attic.

He asked Toby to scream sharply into the two remaining Echo Flowers in the attic to create so serious noises.

Toby, however, believed that Angor ca to enjoy his music, so the bird happily played its little “concert”.

Angor tried to endure the harsh noise and forced himself to ditate. When his consciousness entered his chaotic mindspace, he noticed the noise outside was slowly blocked from his mind.

The case was different from when he listened to “Childhood mory”. Previously, he could always hear the wonderful song while ditating. But now, Toby’s disturbance was kept out of his mind. It was as if a mysterious organ in his head could tell noise from good music.

Yet he could still sense the terrible frequencies caused by Toby.

And he could not calm down enough to ditate at all.

This ant he did not achieve “calmness in the spirit”. According to the records he read, this was sothing only possible for wizards, so the result was expected.

After learning the conclusion, he returned to the soundproof room.

He was still wondering why he suddenly ditated a lot better. He had just worked about 10% faster than before.

He slowly went through what he did today and could not find anything special. The only thing that might have sothing to do with all this was his battle against Saka when he beca the target of Silvia’s soul attacks.

But how did that affect his ditation efficiency?

He could not understand. Still, being able to ditate faster was good news, so he decided to keep the question for now and go ask Sunders next ti.

...

Another week had passed. One day in the afternoon, Angor fell into a stalemate with an Elentalist apprentice who used Poison spells by combining wood and earth elents. Angor used a precious fla bolt in the end and won the fight.

The fight earned him enough match points to go to the thirteenth level.

The last three levels — 13th, 14th, and 15th level — looked very different compared to the lower ones. They were the most occupied as well as the most dangerous levels. Soone would get killed in these levels almost every day.

This was why they were also referred to as the “Three Levels of Death” by many apprentices.

Instead of joining a match right away, Angor chose an arena and observed the fighters first. As another participant in this level, he did not need to pay for a seat on the audience stand. This was another reward given to the participants by Sky Tower.

Here, the arenas were distributed in a different way.

There were only three arenas in the entire level 13. They were a bit bigger than the arenas down below, and they had three tis as many spectator seats around them. Each arena could allow thousands of people to watch the match.

Currently, all three arenas had ongoing matches. Angor picked the one with the most audience and watched.

The screen above the arena showed [Fox Master VS Herald of Typhoon].

Angor knew neither of them, but the na “Fox Master” sohow reminded him of soone similar and a terrible opponent at that.

Herald of Typhoon was a big, bearded middle-aged male dressed in his uniform robe with green edges decorated by silver and white stripes. There were two shoulder straps on him showing his family emblem.

As for Fox Master... The first thing that ca to Angor’s mind was that this individual’s dressing style had too many problems that he did not know where to start to complain.

Fox Master had a young and handso look on his face. His long, silver hair covered his shoulders loosely. But his white wizard robe and the wooden walking cane with a fox head on the tip sowhat made the man look like so kind of old hermit who hid from civilization. Also, Fox Master kept his eyes shut during the match. The man moved around, cast spells, and did everything else with his eyelids closed. He acted like a young man who had seen enough of this world and did not care about anything.

Herald of Typhoon, as his na suggested, was a wizard skilled at controlling wind elent, while Fox Master was a Summoner. However, the latter was not using any monsters. He only summoned the shadow of a beast to attack his opponent.

Herald of Typhoon was at an obvious disadvantage. Fox Master pinned him down easily.

The shadow of a Blood Vixen dashed around the stage like a lightning flash under the command of Fox Master. With his elegant moves, the fight was more like Fox Master’s personal show rather than an actual Sky Tower battle.

The man intentionally made bigger movents just to show his silver hair to everyone.

And he cast spells while spinning so that every audience could see his face.

At least this was what Angor believed so. Angor would admit that Fox Master’s performance did make the match more appealing and it aroused the interest of the audience.

A mont later, Fox Master defeated his opponent by leaving Herald of Typhoon in a completely hopeless state.

Fox Master was exaggerating his moves, but Angor was sure that guy was a lot stronger than the opponents he fought against before.

Even though he lost against Fox Master in a pretty pathetic way, Herald of Typhoon still looked really strong. Angor was positive that he had to use his enchanted bolts as well as a lot of ti and hard effort if he hoped to defeat Herald.

He needed to change his tactic.