In a silent and eerie room a disheveled figure was playing with a golden lotus. After hundreds and hundreds of practices, Isol was finally able to condense his luck in a physical form. Normal people wouldn't be able to see luck, but with this item in his hand any common person would be able to take glances at it.

With the first and hardest step being completed he now only had to sacrifice it. Most methods of sacrifices would be directed into certain entities. He was going to attempt to offer it to the world. He had no idea if the world could be considered an entity or not but it was worth a try.

Most sacrifices had certain rituals that must be done if you want your sacrifice to be successful and accepted, but he had no idea what ritual he should do. And he wasn't planning on making a fool of himself.

He will simply pray,

"The omnipotent and omniscient Xyoltl, please accept this humble's one offering and bless me when the next disaster strikes."

Xyoltl was the name of the planet, he had no idea if this was even the correct target but it was the best guess he had.

As he waited for any movement, his eyes suddenly started to strain and his breath become ragged. He felt like an insignificant ant in this pressure. He had no idea what or who was observing him but all he knew was that it was able to take his life away in the blink of an eye.

As his finger nails started to crack and bleed, the floor under him started to become heavily indented due to his increased body pressure.

Barely able to open his eyes he saw the golden lotus that was In front of him started to disintegrate into small particles.

With the offering accepted, the pressure on his body started to decrease. After a few minutes he got off the floor, observing his body, he found no changes except for the blood that was splattered all over him.

Although there was no change to his body and luck, that didn't mean there wasn't any effect. Images of his spell started to flash in his mind as he entered a euphoric feeling. The feeling only lasted for a few seconds but he already started to long for it again.

"Is this what Ruthsbane meant when he said that you'll understand if you created a spell that satisfied the requirement?"

"How exciting, my first actual spell, Deus Ex Machina was accepted."

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"Since the spell is created there's no need to stay as an apprentice, its time to advance in the hierarchy."

He was planning on advancing right on the spot. There was no need to delay it, as the hard part was completed, the easy part was simply just engraving the spell onto his heart.

Using a small clairvoyance skill to see his heart inside the body, he prepared for the process. The only way to engrave the spell was the use of mental force. Mental force existed for all wizards, the higher the mental force the stronger the wizard.

Mental force allowed wizards to fly without the usage of spells and move objects with their mind. It also allowed them to put intent into their actions. Granting a form of meaning to their actions, it can make the intent filled with killing intents or filled with knowledge.

He was going to use his mental force with the intent of engraving down knowledge.

As he started the engraving process, he looked like a sculptor chiseling away at his heart. With each carve the pain spread through his body, grimacing at the pain he had could only endure.

After 3 hours of engraving, his heart was filled with artistic imagery. The image depicted a man sitting on a lotus being embraced by his surroundings. He had no idea how to create formulas for spells but when he created the spell, the knowledge for the formula was passed onto him.

With the last step finished. His heart started to beat rapidly, his body began to develop more fueled by the beating heart.

Black ooze was secreted from the pores inside his body, as he grew a few inches in height. His body was being refined by the process, and starting to achieve perfection.

Isol had to block his sense of smell as he reeked of shit. If he exited the room it would be hard for the others to differentiate between a homeless and a dignified tier 1 wizard.

Watching the continuous secretion of black ooze, he looked inside his body. His blood cells had changed from being originally red to now red with a golden glow around them. Looking at the golden glow, he felt a sense of luck from it.

"My blood cells are carrying luck now?"

"It must have been my spell that changed my heart, granting it a portion of luck."

When his body finally started to stop secreting black ooze and he stopped growing in height. He finally had time to clean his body. And when he did, he saw the perfect and chiseled abs.

"I'm not a narcissist but damn, I would be a really good model."

His height also grew from 5'9 to 6'2 and his hair lengthened. A wind cut through the hair until it only reached his nape.

"Much better."

With the advancement done, he could finally leave the room he was cooped up inside. He had borrowed it from Ruthsbane at the price of 6 essence rocks, the common currency used by the wizards.

As he exited the room, his eyes met the look of Ruthsbane.

"Kid it's been 8 months, I'm glad you advanced to a tier 1 wizard. As it'll help you survive in the war that is coming."

"What do you mean master?"

"We're being drafted to fight off the invasion from the Blood Letting country, be ready to pack up."

The sense of excitement from advancing drifted as he now had a problem to deal with. He knew about the Blood Letting country, they were located on the western border, and had been rivals with his country. The people there specialized in blood magic, unlike his country which was more diversified in magic.

"This is weird, with my luck, I shouldn't even be participating in such a war."

"Unless... Is this an opportunity to profit?"