Great Ballistic Arts

Extraordinary Neutral Logic Quad-Star Spell

Spell Power: 84.45 (Mid Upper-Class)

Spell Introduction: An extraordinary spell created by mentor Sellindis, an upgraded version of Ballistic Arts. With the support of the caster's immense mystic force and polarity, its power reaches astounding levels.

Maximum Casting Time: 0.6 seconds

Maximum Effective Range: 80 meters

(Note: Do not cast this on yourself!)

Mystic Force Consumption: Extremely High

Rosen felt that with his current total mystic force reserve, casting it twice would be the limit.

And the combined might of two energy spheres does not actually exceed that of six Extraordinary Ballistics added together.

In other words, the efficiency of mystic force utilization is inferior to his altered two-star ballistics, and the casting time is also significantly increased.

However, the absolute power boost is still very necessary.

Just as a hundred small firecrackers cannot kill a person, but a hundred firecrackers' worth of gunpowder packed into one large explosive can no longer be considered a child's plaything.

"Can you master it proficiently within two days?" Sellindis asked her apprentice.

If others heard this conversation, they would surely think she was trying to end her apprentice's life.

But Sellindis was the mentor who understood her apprentice best.

Rosen nodded solemnly: "No problem."

The spell was quad-star, which his current casting ability could just manage.

Additionally, with rich practical experience in ballistic spells and endless scenario practice assisted by the virtual machine, two days was more than enough.

Sellindis then continued: "Very good, any other questions?"

Rosen considered carefully: "Mentor, in battles, circumstances change in a flash, and there are so many types of spells. How does one quickly judge a mage's approximate level?"

"Good question, but there is no truly reliable answer. I can only say it requires steady accumulation of experience over time, as well as fate's favor."

Rosen understood: "So a battle between mages is an immense gamble."

Sellindis nodded: "Correct. It is like a box sealed by the lock of time. Without the destined hour, no answers emerge."

Seeing Rosen lost in contemplation, she could roughly guess his thoughts.

She smiled and said: "Rosen, we mages are not only warriors, but even more so scholars. To resolve a minor conflict through violence and death is neither dignified nor wise."

Sensing her apprentice's inquiring gaze, she naturally would not disappoint.

"There is a very interesting spell called Arago's Vajra Palm. The spell structure is ingenious yet easy, I will teach it to you first."

'Swish~'

A piece of paper flew in front of Rosen, containing the detailed structure and principles of "Arago's Vajra Palm."

Rosen focused on reading it and quickly grasped the essence of the spell: "Indeed easy to learn, but doesn't seem very useful."

Having said that, he began to manipulate mystic force and tried to cast Arago's Vajra Palm.

After several consecutive failures, he found the trick, and succeeded on the fifth try.

A faint yellow fiery glow enveloped his entire body, especially concentrated on his right palm, making the entire hand seem transmuted into flames.

A stream of information flashed through his mind.

"Learned standard neutral natural spell: Arago's Vajra Palm, recorded in spellbook."

On the other side, seeing Rosen succeed in casting, a silver flash enveloped Sellindis as she also used the same spell.

Due to the different polarity of infused mystic force, her right palm was wrapped in moonlight-like silver brilliance.

She pushed her palm forward and smiled delightedly: "Come, palm-strike your mentor."

Rosen did as told.

The moment their palms touched, the spells began intense confrontation, with fine high-frequency flashes sparking between their palms, like flickering lightning in the clouds.

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Rosen felt Sellindis' palm emanating fluctuating, coalescing and dispersing, left and right shifting forces, changing unpredictably.

At first he could barely keep up, but soon fell behind.

Once he lost the tempo, it became difficult to maintain the Vajra Palm's spell structure, only able to forcefully sustain it by infusing more mystic force.

Sellindis' voice rang out.

"There are three situations where this spell sees use in the mage community."

"First, elder testing juniors. Second, sparring between peers. Third, mild limited magical duels."

Rosen understood completely.

"Hmm, clever method."

Rosen ceased mystic force input, instantly collapsing the Vajra Palm, then felt a gentle pushing force surge from his mentor's palm, sending him stumbling back several steps.

"There, you lost~ Your punishment is to paint me a portrait," Sellindis said with a smile.

"I obey, mentor."

After learning Arago's Vajra Palm, it was around eight thirty.

'Haah~'

Anna yawned: "Let's call it a day and rest early."

But Rosen felt no sleepiness at all, and softly asked: "Mentor, I have one final question."

"Go ahead."

"I wish to know the detailed experiences of the Moon God meditation."

The words were like sudden thunder, instantly shattering all of Anna's drowsiness, and thoroughly crushing the warm and intimate master-disciple atmosphere.

She gazed at Rosen, her voice like cold wind: "My apprentice, that is an extremely dangerous path, far too easily leading to madness and ruin."

Rosen held her stare unblinkingly, not backing down one bit.

After a long silence, Sellindis sighed softly: "You are right."

From under the wooden bed sounded a light 'click', and after a while, a very worn manuscript covered in mold stains floated out from beneath the bed and landed in Rosen's hands.

Glancing at it, Rosen saw the title was "Anna Sellindis's Meditation Diary."

"Take it, my apprentice, but be extremely prudent. Stop immediately if anything feels off, and report the anomalies to your mentor."

After a pause, Anna gently stroked Rosen's cheek: "Rosen, I don't want to lose you."

"I will be utmost careful, mentor."

Taking the manuscript, Rosen swiftly returned to the small downstairs bedroom, lit a candle, and began carefully reading.

Page by page, point by point, he slowly experienced his mentor's journey.

"Mystic force improving so quickly, over ten times faster than before."

"Ahaha, everyone envies my massive progress."

"My classmates look at me strangely, even a bit fearful, I wonder why?"

"I know the reason now. Jandronie, my only friend, told me I sleepwalk like a ghost at night in the dorms."

"I don't know why, but I always feel strange voices in my head, as if someone is talking to me."

"I cannot control responding to the voice, and it actually held a conversation with me."

"My family looks at me more and more oddly, everyone says I've gone mad...I might really be mad."

"That person in my head desperately wants to break out. No, she wants to possess my body, I absolutely cannot let her succeed."

"Everyone fears me, they want to lock me in the madhouse tower. No, I don't want to lose my freedom, I must escape..."

Reading to the very end, it was already 11 PM. Rosen deeply felt the difficulty and peril in his mentor's cultivation.

Although he was mentally prepared, truly experiencing it still sent chills down his back.

A mage's sharpest weapon is the soul, and what they fear most is the soul going awry.

A dysfunctional soul was akin to harboring a traitor, whose damage potential was often greatest.

Just like AIDS, the most dreaded illness in Rosen's past life, because the immune system army that eliminated viruses harbored a turncoat.

Rosen couldn't help asking himself: "Should I do it?"

After a period of silence, he took a deep breath.

"All mortals eventually die, whether sooner or later. Rather than not, why not walk the path to heaven?!"

He had thought it through carefully.

His mentor's biggest mistake was misapplying the concept of "self".

Her intent was to contemplate "I am the Moon God", but in actuality she contemplated "what does the Moon God look like".

In practical application, she used the wrong contemplative perspective.

It should have been "first person view", but she used "third person view", thus giving rise to an imagined "Moon God".

Rosen made improvements.

"I am the Lord of the Cosmos."

"The Lord of the Cosmos has humanity, and also divinity."

"My humanity is my present self."

"My divinity is the embodiment of cosmic laws."

"The power of the cosmos flows swiftly into my soul through divinity. I also manage the cosmic power through divinity."

"My humanity is the meaning of my existence in this world. My humanity has absolute dominion over my soul."

Perhaps there would be changes in the future, but for now, Rosen only wished to become a deity with humanity, not one of those prattling about heartless grand paths and taking all things as dogs.

Murmuring silently to himself, he began the experiment.

As his thoughts sank in, he started the contemplation in first person perspective.

In a split second, Rosen felt a tremendous power flood into his body.

One breath~

Two breaths~

All the way until the twentieth breath did he feel reaching the limit.

He clearly sensed the power entering his soul was far greater than before, but having the cosmic deity added an extra management handle over the power, strengthening his body's endurance.

This result was over double the previous, likely ten to twenty times that of an ordinary moon mage!

It was indeed very fast, even faster than his mentor's pace back then. But if the goal was to reach the heavens, every second counted!

Because a mortal's lifespan was, after all, only decades, with the peak not even thirty years.

Even more tragic was him only starting formal mage apprenticeship at fifteen. Proper mages began at five. His golden growth period was robbed of a full ten years compared to others.

Without taking risks, forget surpassing limits, even becoming a grandmaster would be hopeless.

At this time, two streams of information flashed through his mind.

"Created contemplation: Lord of the Cosmos, recorded in spellbook."

"New program Cosmic Deity installed, will greatly enhance contemplation limits through deity, and enable attempts at managing internal mystic force."

Rosen was overjoyed, immediately entering the desktop to view the new program.

It was a strange space icon. Opening it shifted Rosen's surroundings.

He felt himself standing in an indescribable primordial chaos. In his hands he cradled a crystal clear crystalline sphere, within which was the cosmic starscape.

This starscape was identical to the contemplative mental image in his consciousness sea, with the sun brightest, planets next, and the moon dimmer.

Currently, the power of the cosmos was flowing through the sphere's boundaries and rapidly pooling into his body as the "Lord of the Cosmos".

"So how to manage it?"

Searching for a management method, Rosen quickly found one.

He realized he could intentionally block or weaken the resonance between himself and certain celestial bodies.

But it didn't seem very useful for now.

Rosen was not disappointed by this.

"The purpose of desktop programs is to organize my knowledge and power, not conjure something from nothing."

"Although I contemplate myself as Lord of the Cosmos, limited by scarce knowledge, the contemplation is fuzzy. The embodied laws within the cosmic deity are effectively nil."

With just a slogan and no management methods, naturally there was no capability to exercise management authority.

In the future, as his knowledge grew ever greater, relevant capabilities and even true cosmic divinity would gradually develop.