chsdbacks Chapter 527 The Qualification of a Real Name
Chapter 527 The Qualification of a Real Name
Chapter 527 The Qualification of a Real Name
Jemin did not interrupt his monologue, nor did he correct his discrepancy regarding "winning back".
They didn't even care about their title.
Anyway, after Viola's reminder, Jemin felt that he could accept anything as long as it wasn't something like "black people carrying a coffin".
Some things are too complicated to explain.
Moreover, he did indeed only "come back alive".
As for whether the other party withdrew voluntarily or fled in disarray, the outcome made little difference.
"We'll talk about the title later," Jemin interrupted Blake's increasingly absurd naming ideas, his tone urging, "Let's leave now. If that level six wizard recovers or calls his colleagues to come after us, it'll be too late to leave."
Blake's excitement froze instantly, replaced by a cold and aloof expression.
"Right, right! What if that level six wizard catches up again—" He quickly realized, "then we're doomed! Run, run!"
Without a word, he immediately activated his presence concealment, his figure fading away like melting ink, leaving only a wisp of urgent mental transmission: "I think we should go back to the camp and rest for a while."
Jemin nodded slightly, then paused briefly, activated the Tai Xu Step, and transformed into a faint stream of light.
He followed Blake's almost imperceptible stealth trail, speeding towards the camp.
The Tower of Annihilation Camp, Core Healing Area.
This is a vast space located deep underground, completely isolated from the outside battlefield by layers of defensive arrays and spatial anchoring spells.
Pale green life energy flowed from the dome, like an inverted galaxy, evenly scattering onto the hundreds of neatly arranged nutrient tanks below.
One of the nutrient tanks, which was originally marked as "empty," suddenly filled with nutrient solution.
To be precise, it's about the two phrases: "empty" and "filled with liquid, within which lies a human silhouette."
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Between states, all intermediate processes are directly erased.
The nutrient solution churned, and a pale hand emerged from beneath the surface, pressing against the inner wall of the hatch.
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The hatch slid open silently, and the black-robed wizard sat up from it.
The wet hood clung to the side of his face, and a large amount of pale golden nutrient solution poured down the edge of his robe, forming small streams on the alloy floor.
His sudden appearance was like a pebble thrown into calm water.
The alert array in the treatment room lit up in response, and dozens of detection spells almost simultaneously locked onto the location of the nutrient tank.
Several construct healers who were working immediately stopped their operations, and the head scanning array began to rotate at high speed.
Several level-five wizards near the entrance even managed to raise their shields despite their not-yet-fully-recovered bodies, causing the energy fluctuations to suddenly become chaotic.
Most of those lying here are wizards who were seriously wounded on the front lines and were evacuated.
The most eye-catching are the row of specially made giant nutrient tanks against the wall, with multi-layered solidified patterns engraved on their surfaces.
Through the semi-transparent hatch, several figures could be vaguely seen floating inside.
That was the rest area for several level seven wizards.
Most of them were seriously injured at the beginning of the war, but they are still in a deep hibernation and have no reaction to changes in the outside world.
In a corner of the Level 6 Wizard Quarter, there was a slightly smaller nutrient tank.
The hatch suddenly opened automatically.
The wizard lying inside opened his eyes and slowly sat up.
His appearance was somewhat frightening.
The left half of the body, along with the left half of the head, had completely disappeared, and the cut was covered with a layer of black fluid that was slowly growing, like living ink.
But he remained calm, as if losing half his body was a trivial matter.
The level six wizard, who only had his right half left, relaxed his tense expression, which had been strained by the warning spell, as if a wrinkle had been smoothed out, after he saw the wet, black-robed figure beside the nutrient tank.
He raised his only remaining right hand and waved it casually.
That's a gesture that means "We're on the same side, lift the alert."
Seeing this, the surrounding wizards, though still showing surprise and doubt in their eyes, eventually withdrew their shields and detection spells.
The air in the treatment room returned to calm.
The black-robed wizard stepped out from the edge of the nutrient tank.
The moment he landed, his body was still covered in nutrient solution, his clothes were torn, and his face was even slightly pale from his lingering injuries.
And all these states of "not yet fully treated" vanish completely in the same instant, like ink stains precisely wiped away.
His black robe was restored to its original condition, dry and clean, his complexion became rosy, and his breathing became steady.
It was as if the severely injured person who had just sat up in the nutrient tank was just an illusion.
The level six wizard standing to the side glanced at the detection construct not far away and raised his chin with interest.
The construct immediately glided over obediently, projecting the nutrient tank consumption record into the air.
A row of data was jumping around rapidly.
"—Good heavens." The level six wizard, now only half-man, whistled, his voice filled with undisguised surprise. "Nutrient solution consumption, level three standard units, 1,700 doses. Regeneration catalyst, 80 units. Soul stabilizer, my god, you used three vials of that?"
He turned to look at the black-robed wizard, a curious glint in his single eye: "Who did you go out to fight? Illusion."
The black-robed wizard, referred to as "Illusion," did not answer immediately.
He glanced at the other's gruesome severed limbs, his brows furrowing slightly: "Dark Raven. You actually got injured like this."
The tone was calm, but the underlying surprise was obvious.
Upon hearing this, Dark Raven grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.
He spread out his only remaining hand, shrugged his only remaining shoulder, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if chatting casually: "Bad luck, ran into a level seven old guy on the other side. I'm lucky to have come back alive."
He paused, then examined the illusory figure with interest: "As for you, your appearance—tsk, I've never seen you lie in a nutrient tank before. How come you've encountered a level seven too?"
A moment of illusory silence.
"—Level 5"
Dark Raven's smile froze on his face.
"ha?"
"I encountered a level five wizard," the illusion repeated, its voice calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuation. "Not a level seven."
Dark Raven's single eye was so wide that even the black fluid covering the severed limb rippled due to the mental fluctuations.
"A level five wizard beat you up like this?!" His voice involuntarily rose. "Are you kidding? You're an illusion! Even against a regular level seven wizard, you wouldn't be this badly beaten!"
It should be noted that while the [Fiction] Law may not seem like much among level eight wizards, its combat power is quite exaggerated at the level six and seven stages.
Given the nature of the [Fiction] Law, Dark Raven's statement is actually quite conservative. Illusion could easily escape even if he encountered multiple Level 7 wizards, let alone an ordinary Level 7 wizard.
In terms of combat prowess, he is considered outstanding among sixth-level wizards.
More importantly, the very nature of the [Fiction] Law dictates that when facing a wizard of a lower level, the combat power of the illusory will appear abnormally exaggerated.
It's no exaggeration to say that if a level 5 wizard is not strong enough, he would kill them instantly with the [Fiction] Law when facing the illusion!
There wasn't even the slightest possibility of resistance!
The illusion offered no rebuttal.
He simply stood there quietly, letting Dark Raven's shocked gaze sweep over him. After a few seconds, he spoke softly, "He's the one who took down the Hand of Annihilation."
Dark Raven's pupils suddenly contracted.
"—That rumored level five." His voice lowered, carrying an indescribable complexity, "So it's true. That guy, the Hand of Annihilation, did indeed fall to a level five wizard."
The illusion nodded.
"What a pity," he said, a hint of regret he himself didn't realize in his voice. "I still don't know his name. If I have the chance to meet him next time, I'll have to ask."
"Name?" Dark Raven keenly caught another layer of meaning in the illusion's words, a glint of light flashing in his single eye. "What you mean is—you think he deserves to have a real name?"
The illusion glanced at him.
"He's only level five now." The illusory tone was calm, as if stating a fact. "He has already defeated two titled wizards, including me."
So-called titled wizards are wizards like the Hand of Annihilation or the Illusion, who completely abandon their real names and only use code names. They are the elite among wizards of the same level.
The real name, naturally, is that of a "monster" who retains his own name without needing a code name!
The illusion didn't continue.
But Dark Raven already understood.
"A True Name Wizard—" he muttered to himself, his expression becoming extremely complex, "A level five wizard is already qualified to attempt to become a True Name Wizard?"
"Isn't this normal?" Illusion said calmly. "Don't forget, he's only level five."
The raven fell silent.
Yes, he's only at level five.
The word "才" is the most terrifying part of the whole sentence.
Level 5, defeated the elite of the Level 6 elites, [Hand of Chaos].
Level 5 forced the illusory being, a Level 6 elite, to lie down in the nutrient tank.
Dark Raven suddenly chuckled, a laugh that carried both self-mockery and a certain sense of relief that comes with experience.
"Speaking of which—" His voice was somewhat unsteady, "this kind of 'the younger generation is truly formidable' sentiment—I used to only hear my mentor's generation say that. 'What a change of times!' 'These young people today are really something!' I never imagined that one day I would be the one saying those things."
He looked down at his mutilated half of his body.
"All of us who made it to Level 6, weren't we all 'giants' and 'prodigies' who were carried all the way up?" His tone was light, yet carried a heavy weight. "And what's the result? Now we've actually met a little guy who makes us sigh."
The illusion did not respond.
He just stood there quietly for a long time before nodding slightly: "Times are moving forward. If we old folks don't want to be crushed, we have to move forward too."
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