Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 242 - 203: "Get Back!
As for removing the contribution point limit, since the timing is not mature yet, Lor did not bring it up in this Grand Council meeting.
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Wizard Calendar 1003, August 8.
The players descended once again.
This time the players discovered a surprising thing, which was that due to this update, the Abyss map instance had expanded twenty-four times.
Originally, they could only farm demons on the third layer of the Abyss, but now they could farm demons across seventy-two layers of the Abyss.
The only pity is that besides those initial three layers, in the other layers, the demon corpses cannot be taken after being killed, greatly reducing the gains.
However, compared to alchemy potion demon artifacts, and menial tasks like witchcraft experiment consumables, it is still a faster way to earn Magic Crystals.
The happiest among the players was the one who had signed a train revenue-sharing agreement with Dina in the previous version: The Calm Before the Storm.
Over five hundred years, trains spread across the eleven continents of the Wizard Plane, earning him Magic Crystals like an astronomical figure, piling up to ten thousand Spiritual Power.
The only pity is that due to the level cap restriction (contribution point ban), he did not dare to click the breakthrough option that appeared as soon as his Spiritual Power accumulated on the panel.
He could only hope that the next version would lift the ban and allow him to be the first player to reach the Fourth Ring.
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Wizard Calendar 1005, August 8.
The players disappeared.
At the top floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in the study.
Lor stopped constructing the Space Collapse Witchcraft Model, commanded mentally, and opened the Sequence Panel.
[Sequence: 97,658,773
Opened Permission: 1: Insight.
Origin Points: 255, 76.39%]
"Did the Origin Points’ earnings increase by more than ten times this time?" Lor looked at the balance of Origin Points in the Sequence Panel, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Last time, only three layers of the Abyss were opened, and he gained only seventeen Origin Points.
This time, with the seventy-two layers of the Abyss open, the gains multiplied more than ten times, heralding a great harvest.
If other abysses could also hoard all the demons born just like his three-layer abyss and wait for the players to kill them, his earnings could potentially exceed 500 Origin Points.
Unfortunately, the training of Abyssal Wizards could not be delayed, what needed to be killed had to be killed, causing his earnings to be halved.
This should be the limit for what players can earn upon descending next time, with fluctuations not too significant.
However, having more than 200 Origin Points already satisfied him. If he used them up, he could more or less complete a full Time Rune.
"Why is this sequence not moving at all?" After appreciating the Origin Points balance, Lor’s gaze moved upward, finally settling on that string of numbers behind sequence.
He clearly remembered that when he first opened the Sequence Panel, he was ranked this way.
By now, he not only broke through to the Fourth Ring but also gained nearly three hundred Origin Points. By any means, he should have advanced a rank or two, right?
"There should be two possibilities." Lor fell into contemplation, "One is that the other sequencers are too strong, or they obtained too many Origin Points, making my Origin Points trivial."
"The second possibility is that the sequence ranking is not a ranking but a fixed number."
If it’s the first possibility, then there’s nothing to say.
If it’s the second possibility, then things get complicated. All his previous conjectures would be overturned.
"If this thing is a number, what happened to those numbers ahead of me? Did they die?" Lor brainstormed furiously, "What’s the thing controlling the game forum on Blue Star? The Artifact Spirit of the panel?"
From the game CG the thing opposite Blue Star displayed, it indeed showed no hostility toward him.
Combined with the news from Francis, when players slaughter Abyssal Demons, Cody would feel the increase in Power of Faith within his body.
The relationship between Faith Wizards and planes is bound, the larger the plane, the higher the cap for Faith Wizards.
This means the Wizard Plane will grow larger as players slaughter Abyssal Demons.
"Players slaughter demons, the Wizard Plane grows, I receive Origin Points, a Level 1 Demon earns one part in two billion of an Origin Point..." Clue after clue intertwined in Lor’s mind, like numerous chaotic threads combed into a cohesive surface, a surface named truth.
"So you are colluding with the Wizard Plane to annex the Abyss Plane, then sit down to divide the spoils, finally giving me half... or one-twentieth?" Lor looked at the panel, unabashedly asking.
The panel remained unresponsive, like a lifeless object.
"Tsk." Lor clicked his tongue, casting these chaotic thoughts aside, taking another look at those 255 Origin Points at the bottom, hesitating for a moment, and decisively closed the Sequence Panel.
Research on the Time Faction must be postponed, not because of those chaotic conjectures.
The more important reason is that before, with only so few points, so many points, it would take but a bit of time to exhaust them.
Now, using hundreds of points, spending and digesting them will take at least decades.
Currently, at a crucial point, it’s unwise to waste too much time on the Path of Time. Better to wait until later when becoming a Fifth Ring Spatial Mage.
Lor calmed down, continuing to create Space Collapse Witchcraft, and occasionally took time to follow the progress of the Space Penetration Rune’s assembly.
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Wizard Calendar 1127, June 8.
The fifteenth layer of the Abyss, at the top of a black Abyss Wizard Tower, appearing to be only a hundred meters long and wide, ten miles high, but actually expanded nearly a hundredfold with Space Expansion technology in the laboratory.
"I must become a true Abyssal Wizard!" Sanchez, wearing a Third Ring black Wizard Robe, shook the potion bottle filled with shimmering scarlet liquid in his hand, his eyes filled with madness.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he brought the potion to his lips, tilted his head back, and drank it all.
"Roar—"
The next moment, Sanchez let out a non-human roar, and his body began undergoing various mutations.
A pair of large wings sprouted from his back, a long horn grew out from his forehead, a harrowing pupil appeared at the center of his brow, continuously expanding as if to cover his entire face, while crystalline, jade-like Bone Armor grew over his entire body, his physique constantly growing larger.
"Stop, everyone stop!" Sanchez’s eyes were bloodshot, shouting hoarsely and frantically.
He had to control the spread of these bloodlines unchecked, leaving room for the Blood Demon Bloodline to grow.
If he couldn’t control it, then this bloodline fusion would be declared a failure.
His angry roars seemed to have some effect, his body stopped growing larger, and the abnormalities stopped increasing.
However, likewise, they did not retract.
"Get back!" Sanchez roared hoarsely, enduring soul-piercing pain, with nothing but obsession left in his eyes.
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An hour later.
"Get back!"
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A day later.
"Get back!" His voice gradually becoming weak, yet his determination was exceptionally firm.
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Ten days later.
"Get back!" Sanchez’s body had returned to normal, still occupied by obsession, collapsing onto the ground, sweat soaking a large area of the floor, his voice barely a murmur, constantly repeating.
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Fifteen days later.
"Get... hmm?" Just as he said a word, the obsession in Sanchez’s eyes vanished, consciousness finally returning.
He stood up, first exploring within himself, examining his bloodlines.
"Failed again?" Seeing still only four intertwined bloodlines, a deep disappointment showed in his eyes.
Enduring a pain worse than death time after time, only to meet seemingly endless failure, it’s no wonder that those previous to him who fused four bloodlines, becoming a Third Ring fake Abyssal Wizard, opted to break through to the Fourth Ring instead of fusing a fifth bloodline.
"Heh... hahaha..."
Sanchez’s mouth suddenly curved up, "Hard... haha... difficulty is good... the harder... hahaha... it means fewer people can become Abyssal Wizards, perhaps I will even be the only one to become an Abyssal Wizard."
"Compared to this achievement, what does a bit of pain matter?"
