While Isol was reading a book that listed the different species in this world, he heard a knocking on his room.

Usually that wouldn't be a problem as every morning there would be a golem that knocked on all the apprentice's room to give them their daily necessities. But unfortunately not only was it not morning, as the sky was pitch black but the knocking wasn't coming outside of the room but inside.

Isol immediately adopted a defensive stance, his left hand reached to the ground and glowed an earthly yellow. The spell he was using was a very easy to use one that almost all apprentinces knew as long as they spent a little bit of time.

He concentrated on the feeling of his left hand but he couldn't receive any signals from it, the spell was used to detect for vibrations but there was no vibrations on the ground even with the constant knocking.

Isol's face made a scowl as he tried to recall what other spell could be of use in this situation.

He already made a guess as to why this is happening, it's because of his luck. His luck had already surpassed most of the residents in the Wizard Tower, including the tier 2 wizards, but he had no idea about the tier 3 wizard at the peak. He or she never left his floor and no one was allowed in unless it was the golems.

As Isol tried to listen to where the knocking was coming from, he also had an epiphany. Lucky encounters are indeed a good thing but if you couldn't grasp it then it would be useless. Also some encounters are simply dangerous, so his luck was now like a double edged sword. Although it could indeed bring him some good things it could also bring him harm.

Since the vibration spell didn't work, he could only concentrate on his eyes. He used the ability that every apprentice could use, and that was to see the concentrations of elements in the air.

His eyes strained as red veins appeared on his pupils, instead of trying to see all the particles in the room. He was filtering out everything except the luck particles. Since it was a lucky encounter then the luck particles must be concentrated on the place where it was.

As his eyes scanned the room he saw a mass of yellow, the mass of yellow formed an arm and it was located inside one of the walls inside his bedroom.

As he cautiously walked towards the wall, the sound of the knocking got closer, it was almost deafening as if someone was directly banging on his ear drums. He covered his ear but it did little to stop the sound.

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As if influenced by some sort of drug, Isol looked more deranged as he walked towards the wall, his hand lit up in a fiery light and a fire ball launched out of his hand and struck the wall. The explosion was minuscule and the heat could barely give someone a second degree burn.

What did one expect? He was still an apprentice whose spells could barely be used to entertain the masses, most mortals could kill him if they had enough people.

As Isol stared cautiously at the wall that was scorched and emitting smoke, he finally saw what was inside the wall. It was a mummified arm. The arm had countless ghosts clinging onto it as they kept shouting in pain. Cautious of the item he didn't rashly approach for it but instead tried to probe it out.

He used a spell that amplified the sound he could hear and he could finally hear what the ghosts were saying. It was a mixture of howling and incoherent words like "don't trust Esbeth" and "leave".

Hearing the words made Isol frown because if he wasn't wrong then the person on the fifth floor was named Esbeth. If he really trusted the words from the ghosts then his situation was quite precarious, because he just exposed the secret inside this room and if Esbeth found out, then he would be in danger.

Using a spell to levitate the mummified arm to him, the ghosts became quiet. As they turned their ghostly form to him he had goosebumps rise up everywhere on his body, it was not like he couldn't be take being stared at but being stared at by this many ghosts made his heart accelerate.

As the ghosts observed him he also observed them, their forms looked quite similar to humans and they seem to look like apprentices judging by their youthful look and robes that they still had. Maybe it was because Isol was also just like them before they died the ghosts didn't attack him.

Instead the ghosts just rushed into his right arm, he tried to dodge but they were too fast for him. His right arm felt like it was plunged into a cold abyss. That was just the beginning of the trouble as if it was attracted by something the mummified arm also shot towards his right arm.

The mummified arm and his arm started to fuse together, the pain was excruciating. It felt as if all the bones in his right arm were being shattered and reforged for the mummified arm. The muscles in his right arm was being sucked dry as the mummified arm started to glow a healthy color.

After a whole 15 minute ordeal of pain, Isol was spread out on the ground holding his right arm that was a bloody mess. Although he experienced a horrible pain, it wasn't like he didn't gain anything in return. He got information about the wizard Esbeth and this new bloody arm although it looked like a mess it felt ten times stronger than his original one.

As Isol looked at his body he saw that the yellow glow on his body also dimmed.

"So if I get lucky encounter then naturally my luck would also be used, it would be a problem for normal people but for me I can just keep regenerating my luck, is this why some people are lucky at the beginning and then their luck just sometimes drop in the future? Is it because they consume their luck?"

Too tired to ponder about this anymore, he headed to take a shower to clean the blood on his body and fix the room.