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2. The achievements awarded based on a comprehensive evaluation during this trip.
3. Any talent acquired during the talent gamble in this trip.
“Such a sudden end…” Latis’s vision flashed, and he was back in the dark cell. He shook his head in a daze. “It felt like a dream.”
"It's... not even seven o'clock yet, and only a little time has passed?" He stroked his chin, thinking to himself, "My sense of time feels so real, it's unbelievable..."
He then looked at the settlement panel, which was different from the usual simulation, and hesitated for a moment.
"Talent is still a question mark. I'm still young and don't want a life that's too outstanding... As for achievements, it seems I haven't achieved any great success. Maybe I should choose a title instead."
You have earned the title: King of Torture (Normal)
[King of Torture: Physical contact is the ultimate medicine for you! You love wearing masks of pain with others; in other words, you're a pervert (in a good way) who enjoys torturing yourself and others! Wearing this title, the pain and torment surrounding you will be absorbed and transformed into pure magic! Be grateful, and go and bring pain to others!]
You have earned the title: The Soul's Abode (Legendary)
[A Soul's Haven: It turns out you're better off being mute. I wonder how many girls have lamented how handsome you were, only to find you can speak. Wearing this title will allow you to communicate with the souls of the dead—provided, of course, that the body is intact.]
Chapter 13: A regrettable departure, a grand entrance!
The cries of monsters outside the dungeon brought Latis back to his senses.
"The effect of the title is unclear at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is quite useful."
Current Title: King of Torture (Normal)
[Effect: Absorbs pain and transforms it into pure magic.]
After putting on the title, he gritted his teeth, picked up a sharp stone, and aimed it at his thigh to test the effectiveness of the title.
Five minutes later...
Latis slumped down on the stone and sighed.
"Let's try again later..."
Suddenly, a wisp of magic was drawn into his body. He looked in surprise toward the source and saw it was the hooded man.
A faint groan reached Latis's ears. Pressing against the cage, he noticed that the hooded man's bare forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and dried blood had formed uneven clots on his black robe. Tiny flying insects lurked where the arrow had pierced his skin.
"Brother! Half-elf brother!" Latis shouted, shaking the railing. "Your wound seems infected. Wake up!"
The hooded woman's face gradually flushed, her brows furrowed, and large beads of sweat streamed down her thin cheeks. As if she had heard Latis's voice, she tried to open her eyes with trembling eyelashes, but began to breathe rapidly.
"You call yourself a mage of at least the fifth rank, yet your physical condition is so poor..." Latis complained, but without hesitation, he summoned the Mage's Hand and pulled her forcefully to his side.
"Poisoned arrows, rust, puncture wounds..."
He pulled down the collar of the hooded man's robe, and seeing the inflamed abscess on the exposed shoulder, he couldn't help but gasp. With a sense of uncertainty, he covered it with his palm.
"Woo..."
The hooded man instinctively cried out in pain, then his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
The festering wound began to heal rapidly. At the same time, a gauge suddenly appeared in Latis's mind. As magic was injected, the gauge's value gradually increased, then stopped at about one-third of its maximum value.
"what is this?"
Latis paused for a moment, then probed his consciousness into the gauge.
[The Torture King's Cellar: Pain is like fine wine; the longer it's aged, the better it becomes. This cellar stores pure magic imbued with torment and suffering. A full tank can cast one sixth-circle spell. Current stock: 1/3.]
What a pleasant surprise! I never imagined that this ordinary title would be so powerful!
Latis patted the hooded man's smooth, healed shoulder with a broad smile, and even gave it a gentle touch.
"Dude, your shoulders are too thin, you need to work on them!"
Having said that, he glanced again at the half-elf's pale face, hidden by the hood, and subconsciously lowered his voice to mutter:
"The mage is indeed a glass cannon, but the feel of handling it is quite good..."
……
"Escaping the dungeon is no problem, the problem is where I should go next."
Latis stared at the ticking time on the simulator, lying on the haystack, deep in thought.
"The hooded guy said that only the followers of the Goddess of Magic and the priests of the Goddess's church can sense the blasphemous mark, so places far away from the goddess should be safe."
"But the magic network is very unstable in places without the blessing of the goddess. How am I supposed to learn magic? Do I really have to go to some remote and impoverished place to hone my warrior skills and then come back?"
"The Kingdom of Norard is a country that bases its rule on magical strength, so the Church of the Goddess has great authority in Norard. Perhaps I can go to other countries to find the sanctuary of another god to break the seal of sin, and then return to Norard to study magic?"
Latis shook his head, realizing that considering the future was still a bit difficult for him, since he hadn't even left the dungeon yet, and who knew what the future held?
"Fortunately... I have a simulator."
He straightened up and said with great enthusiasm:
"Even if I end up learning another profession first, as long as I can cast spells, who dares to say I'm not a magician!"
“Magic is not such an inconvenient thing…” Latis shouted, spreading his arms wide, “Simulator, start!”
【Dear Mr. Latis, welcome back to the Magic University Simulator!】
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[Atlantic time: 0:01 AM Saturday]
Please select a simulation program.
【Dimensional Journey (Entry Requirements: 10-50)】
【Path of the Sage (Today's attempts: 1/1)】
You have chosen the path of the sage.
【Simulation starts】
You spent seven days in the dungeon, full of confidence. On the morning of your second Sunday in Atlantis, a red dragon fell from the sky, crushing the dark dungeon that bound you.
Before the red dragon could even ask that question, you immediately told her that you knew the lord had a young red dragon and that you had the ability to detect traces of magic, which could help her find her child.
[The Red Dragon Lady, somewhat bewildered, carried you towards the lord's castle. Meanwhile, you swiftly activated your magic radar and detected traces of dragon language magic.]
As you landed on your red dragon, the lord of Dragonhorn Territory was still watching his men train the dragon from above the castle. Upon seeing you, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately ducked into the castle's escape tunnel.
[Lady Red Dragon was overjoyed to see her child and immediately released it from its enslavement spell, encouraging it to vent its frustrations within the castle.]
You stopped this behavior and then sternly told Mrs. Red Dragon and the others that they had to leave immediately, or their lives would be in danger.
Mrs. Red Dragon listened to you with some skepticism and wanted to take you with her. You hesitated for a moment, then suddenly remembered the strange temper of the bald legendary mage and Mrs. Red Dragon's current behavior of taking the child back. Fearing that you would get involved, you righteously and firmly refused her.
While it may appear to be a family comedy to onlookers, if you were involved, it could easily turn into a family tragedy.
[Mrs. Red Dragon departs regretfully. Before leaving, she gives you a teleportation scroll and says, "Young man, if you ever acquire a magnificent staff, you're welcome to come visit me."]
You accepted the scroll, watched the red dragon's departing figure, and decided to travel to the magical capital of Lundia once again.
This time, you decided to dissuade them from setting off in the morning, hoping to avoid the monster that carried you off by the tail. Of course, you were also prepared to use a scroll to escape to the red dragon's lair.
Just as you were trying to reason with the apprentices while eating their pancakes and even manipulating them emotionally, an old acquaintance appeared before you.
She wore a heavy, pristine white priestess robe, the deerskin corset accentuating her figure perfectly. Her black velvet stockings appeared warm and understated, and beneath them, long boots that hugged her calves moved gracefully as she entered the house.
[It's her, your old flame, Miss Mitu! You finally remember her identity: the acting priestess and magic apprentice guide of the Dragonhorn Territory in the Kingdom of Norard!]
Chapter 14 The Sorcerer
"Damn it!" Latis's face turned pale, cold sweat poured down his back, and his body was already bracing for the pain of the Disintegration spell, the Petrify spell, the Frozen Orb, and the Sunfire Ray.
The simulator's text started jumping, and he continued reading.
After directing the apprentices into the carriage, Miss Mitu, the old flame, sniffed the air with her nostrils twitching, then looked at you with ill intent.
Since Lady Red Dragon is not dead, your Eye of Herod has not been activated. You are now a helpless apprentice, and your only option is to raise your hands in surrender.
"Why do you bear the mark of a blasphemer?" Miss Mitu walked up to you, looking up slightly at you. For some reason, even though you were half a head taller than her, being stared at by that trash-like gaze felt like being looked down upon.
You're drenched in sweat. In this critical moment, what did you choose?
[A. Say "Yare yare da zei" and then calmly face death; B. Argue that you only made a mistake that all men make; C. Start frantically self-harming and then use the Torture King's magic; D. Contemptuously extract the magic network key and lift her chin, saying, "Woman, you're playing with fire."]
"Why don't you change the name, Simulator?" Latis suggested earnestly after a moment of silence. "Don't call it Magic University anymore, call it Abstract University."
After venting his frustrations, he began to seriously consider it.
"Although I don't think the priestess would kill someone in front of the apprentices, she would definitely be locked up if she did nothing."
"C is too risky. Not to mention that if I self-harm, she might just petrify me, and I'm not even sure what kind of magic the Torture King uses."
"So... it's still D?" Latis looked at the D option with a constipated expression. "I was the one playing with fire, you know!"
With a wicked smile, you extracted the key from your body, patted Miss Mitu's face with it, and lifted her chin, saying, "Woman, you're playing with fire."
[To your surprise, Miss Mitu didn't react violently. Instead, her face suddenly turned pale, she looked around nervously, and cast a silencing spell.]
"You're also a magic sorcerer? What's your scope of authority?" she asked.
[You thought for a moment, then said mysteriously, "Anyway, there's the Dragon Horn Collar."]
Miss Mitu lowered her head, sighed, and muttered, "Why is the goddess like this..."
That evening, your carriage stopped in the maple forest, where the priestess explained to you why she cared about the blasphemous mark and what those reactions were all about.
[It turns out that besides mages who upload useless spells to the magic network, this world also has magic network sorcerers, or rather, cyber police, responsible for cleaning up the magic network. Magic network sorcerers are personally chosen by the goddess and given keys, thus relying on the magic network to carry out cleanup operations. Due to the weight of their responsibility, magic network sorcerers possess extremely powerful magic network permissions.]
[The status of a sorcerer within the magic network system is related to the area they are responsible for. The more favored a sorcerer is by the goddess, the wider their magic network authority. These areas may be independent of each other, may overlap, or may encompass one another.]
Unable to discern your specific authority level, Mitu assumed the goddess favored you no less than she did, and thus treated you as an equal. Even though you were currently only a magic apprentice, she couldn't afford to be negligent.
“Wait a minute…” Latis suddenly paused, “But my key is a copy of the simulator, which means it won’t be detected by the goddess or other magic sorcerers… Oh no, have I become an internet ghost?”
The next morning, you were awakened by the sounds of fighting. Stepping out of the carriage, you found Miss Mitu battling the griffin that had previously snatched your buttocks. You watched the women fight with great interest for a while, until, amidst cries of "Magic Network, add points!", you saw the griffin's head fall to the ground right in front of you.
A surge of heat rushed into your body, and you involuntarily tightened your anus; it turned out your necklace had been activated.
[Eye of Herod (Already Synchronized): Allows the user to cast a random sixth-circle spell once per day (Today's spell: Earthquake). Activates and upgrades (lv.1) after absorbing the souls of nearby high-ranking monsters that have died.]
[You were extremely excited, now that you could barely defend yourself, and even wanted to engage Miss Mitu in a head-on battle on the spot. However, the mangled eagle head in her hand terrified you, and you slunk back to the carriage.]
Seeing your expression, Mitu thought you were afraid of monsters and quickly reassured you, "Don't worry, as a cyber police officer, even if you're afraid of monsters, you can instantly exchange for monster-specific attack buffs on the monster network. There's no need to be afraid."