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墨書 Inktalez
The entire room occasionally emitted cracking sounds.
Standing outside the door, Hawk waited with mixed feelings.
Although he was Angelina's uncle, he was just an ordinary person.
He had left the family early for various reasons and only returned after Angelina's father passed away.
Regarding the mysterious existence of wizards, he knew a little, but not much, since he had left home at a young age.
As far as he knew, his niece Angelina had once studied at a Wizard Academy but seemed to have been advised to leave after failing an assessment.
Thus, in his impression, most wizards were likely to be Erudites, humans who possessed magical and powerful abilities, and were generally not seen.
Of course, Hawk's impression was also that of people who knew about wizards but did not understand them deeply.
However, while this imagination was essentially accurate, the depth of understanding was vastly different.
Time flew by quickly.
Soon, three hours had passed.
The tightly closed door creaked open.
A calm Freya walked out from inside.
Her appearance was unchanged from three hours ago; even the wrinkles in her clothes had not shifted.
Seeing Freya come out, Hawk immediately stepped forward.
However, before he could speak, Freya interrupted him.
"She is fine now, but it’s best not to move her, and her current... situation is a bit special, so it's better not to let anyone see her."
"You... you really cured Annie?"
Annie is Hawk's pet name for Angelina, but his words made Freya frown slightly.
"Are you questioning me, Mr. Hawk?"
Her eyes were fixed on Hawk, the deep blue color of her irises drawing him in like the depths of the ocean.
The ordinary old man suddenly turned pale, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as if he had seen something terrifying, even instinctively holding his breath.
After merely glancing at him, Freya withdrew her gaze and walked back toward the previous room.
About two minutes after Freya left, Hawk finally exhaled heavily, nearly collapsing from the cold sweat covering his face.
He seemed to recall how Freya had abruptly visited him before.
That terrifying power had even sent Felix, who had just been promoted to Great Knight, flying with a single blow.
After a pause, as his heartbeat gradually steadied, he slowly walked to the door of the room.
However, when he saw the scene inside, he was shocked once again.
The room hadn't changed much. But lying on the bed was the Countess, wrapped in a giant green egg, with only her head sticking out.
Upon closer inspection, the giant egg was composed of layers of green leaves, and astonishingly, a white flower was growing on top of the Countess's head.
The healing Spell of Plant Energy, though it looks a bit strange, is quite effective.
This Spell was originally a useless item that Freya purchased when she left the academy.
Although it is also a First-Level Spell, its complicated casting process means that very few people actually learn it.
Freya learned this Spell with the intention of simplifying and optimizing it for future use.
However, she did not expect to use it before making those improvements. Moreover, she added some elements she had been researching to this Spell.
"If my theory is correct, after recovering, Angelina's strength may experience a significant breakthrough... although the potential extraction could lead to her never being able to progress further. But I believe she won't mind..."
In the eyes of ordinary people, a Great Knight is already the strongest combat force. However, for wizards, this level may be far from enough.
After promotion, the body fundamentally differs from that of an ordinary human, and the limits of the physical body do not stop at the Knight's Pinnacle.
This is simply because the path wizards take is closely related to the soul, and their development of the physical body is only a part of it.
The item that Freya placed in the Countess's body is a type of Flesh Seed that can allow for potential extraction once again.
Even if it fails, the Countess would at most return to her original state, but if successful, she might break through the Knight's Pinnacle or reach a new level altogether.
After returning to her previous room and reviewing some materials, she drove back to her rented estate.
The next phase of her life involved researching materials, experimenting, proving certain concepts, and optimizing new Spells.
This continued for a week.
A week later.
In the Laboratory set up at the estate, Freya held the Black Key in her right hand and a dagger emitting crimson mist in her left hand, her gaze solemnly fixed on the clock and recording eye on the wall.
Beneath her feet lay a massive Blood-red Array, with Tadpole-shaped Runes slowly moving about, resembling a slender blood-colored python lurking in a circular pond.
Taking a deep breath, she looked down at the array beneath her and softly said, "For the first time, entering the experiment, now it begins."
With that, she swiftly plunged the dagger into her Heart.
The sound of shattering glass echoed as expected.
Sharp horns began to grow slowly from her head, and her azure eyes turned a deep crimson.
Meanwhile, the world around her was rapidly changing.
Gray dust filled the air, accompanied by a pervasive stench of decay.
The once tidy Laboratory aged rapidly; the walls turned gray and cracked, with cobwebs clinging to them, emitting faint gray smoke.
Freya stood quietly in the center of the array, observing the changes around her, waiting until everything stabilized before taking her first step.
The array beneath her feet had transformed into a massive black clock, with only one hand moving and making a clattering sound as it shifted.
"The effect of this Spiritual Transformation Array can only last for twenty minutes. Now, let's test my hypothesis."
Freya glanced at the clock array before stepping out of the room.
The appearance of the manor had drastically changed; everything seemed to have decayed into a state of rot, with invisible gray smoke continuously emanating from the edges.
Moreover, the two waiting maids had also vanished without a trace.
Freya, already aware of the situation, did not hesitate and walked directly out of the manor.
Pushing open the large door of Black Iron, Freya calmly gazed at the seemingly unfamiliar street.
On the wide street, every so often, one or two massive shadows moved slowly.
These shadows were semi-transparent, mostly humanoid in shape, but there were also other forms. The only part that stood out were their eyes, which appeared as two fist-sized white circles.
After studying them many times, Freya seemed to have a clearer understanding of these shadows. They appeared to be similar to plants from the Main World or some kind of sculptures, belonging to the landscape and lacking any intelligence.
However, this time, Freya solemnly approached one of the shadows.
The slender key in her right hand had vanished and transformed into a strange black rod about half a meter long, which she held tightly.
Walking deliberately in front of a shadow, she looked at the enormous transparent figure before her and could vaguely see the scenery behind it.
Lowering her gaze to the black rod in her hand, she extended her left hand and gently pressed it against the shadow.
‘Snap...’
Her palm touched the shadow. It was not the softness she had imagined; instead, it felt like marble—hard and cold with a rough texture.
However, this sensation startled Freya for a moment. She then touched other parts of the shadow, and an inexplicable smile spread across her face.
“Indeed! My guess was correct! I am absolutely in the Ruined World now, and not as an observer!”
This was an unexpected success from her discovery of the Mysterious Key combined with the Spiritual Transformation Array.
“Perhaps this is the true purpose of this key!” she murmured as she looked at the black rod in her hand.
The Spiritual Transformation Array was a Rune Array designed to attract Spirits. This was a scene she had simulated based on her own circumstances.
Although she didn't know why she happened to enter this world, there was no doubt that everything here piqued Freya's curiosity.
Retracting her hand and bypassing the shadow, she strolled through the ruin-like streets.
At first, she thought this world was just another reflection of the Main World, but after observing more, she realized that the planning of the two cities was slightly different; it was likely just a close resemblance that Freya had misunderstood.
In the dimly lit sky, tinged with red, some gray ribbons occasionally flew by.
Aside from these shadows, there wasn't anything particularly special on the streets.
Freya, however, took note of the estates along the way as she walked.
From her multiple experiences entering this world as an observer, she discovered that the Catwoman she had seen initially might very well be a native of this world.
And if she wanted to learn something, these beings would surely be willing to act as her guides.
However, this time Freya felt somewhat disappointed because after walking for a long while, she realized that she hadn't encountered a single intelligent being.
Time was short—only twenty minutes had passed. If she didn't meet anyone this time, she'd have to wait another two weeks.
The Spiritual Transformation Array required materials for its setup and also had a certain corrosive effect on the body, which even wizards couldn't avoid.
After walking for about five more minutes, Freya suddenly stopped in front of a White Manor.
Compared to other places, this manor was still emitting gray smoke but appeared much tidier.
What made Freya halt was that this 'tidy' white manor looked eerily like a giant cat's face lying on the ground from her perspective.
The two blue glass windows resembled the cat's eyes, and the door served as its mouth.
The cat-like door was ajar, and she could vaguely see the furniture inside.
After thinking for a moment, Freya cautiously pushed open the iron door and walked inside.
Creaking.
She reached out to push open the wooden door and entered the room.
Inside, the facilities were indeed exceptionally clean and tidy, forming a stark contrast to the ruins outside.
After a quick glance, Freya suddenly noticed a cat dressed in a tuxedo sitting curiously in front of a soft Red Sofa, on a Round Table.
The cat was half black and half white, and its tuxedo matched its colors, resembling something out of a cartoon.
However, what struck Freya as odd was that the cat's front paws were actually two small children's hands. (To be continued)
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