440. A Breakthrough Brought by the @#￥%& Element.

"Nothing?"

"Nothing..."

"Nothing!"

"How could there be nothing?"

The ancient, jagged pages of the book rapidly flipped before his eyes...

Personal panel, inventory, monster encyclopedia, Dreamwalking, Path of the Beast's Roar...

Allen flipped through the Witcher's Journal, but there was no trace of the "@#￥%& Element."

But...

It couldn't be!

After all the power of the Divine Might and Primal Magic, the effect was far more intense than any heart essence or purification spirit he had used before. How could there be no change whatsoever?

Yes.

After using the @#￥%& Element, Allen couldn't find even the slightest trace of improvement in himself.

Not only that, but after the "slumber" ended, he clearly knew he had dreamt of some magnificent, grand things. Yet, when he woke up, he remembered nothing—only a certain feeling.

A feeling of grand narrative, immense, and vaguely sorrowful in its grandeur.

But beyond that, nothing.

"It's just like getting drunk and forgetting everything." Allen's expression shifted uneasily. "With my current constitution, what kind of 'alcohol' would it take to make me forget everything?"

When he first woke up, something felt off. He stole a glance at his personal panel, but his stats hadn't changed at all.

However, with Vesemir and Nenneke right there, both showing strange expressions, he didn't focus too much on the Witcher's Journal, fearing they might misunderstand him.

After Nenneke left, he immediately asked Vesemir for details, confirming that he really had used that "@"#￥%& Element left behind by the Dark God. So, he hadn't lied to Vesemir.

He genuinely didn't know what the @#￥%& Element did...

In fact, if it hadn't been for Vesemir and Nenneke, he might be doubting whether he'd even used the @#￥%& Element.

"Something's wrong!" Allen quickly flipped through the Witcher's Journal again.

This time, he made sure not to stop at the Path of the Beast's Roar, but instead tried to turn the page further down.

The mysterious, hidden page covered in thick black mist remained unmoved.

"No new functions unlocked either," Allen frowned. "So this element really doesn't have any effect? It was just a useless 'firework' to scare Vesemir and Nenneke...?"

"Or maybe it just played a movie in his mind that made him forget..."

It wasn't impossible.

Perhaps the images he experienced in the dream contained too much startling information, causing his brain to temporarily block it as a protective measure.

"But the pressure of the Dark God's might makes sense... After all, I got the element from the Dark God with the big eyeball. But why would Primal Magic appear?"

"In Vesemir's description, it was even so docile..."

Remembering the battle against Vilgefortz, where the Primal Magic had been so uncontrollable that even Vilgefortz couldn't control it, and the magic had even started to leak out his tragic childhood memories, Allen's confusion grew even stronger.

He thought for a moment, put away the Witcher's Journal, and closed his eyes.

His sharp senses immediately picked up the soft "crackle" of the candle burning in the cabin, the steady breathing of the other sorceressers in the wooden cabin, and the sounds of summer insects chirping outside, along with the cool night breeze. All of it flooded his ears.

Allen shut out these faint sounds.

After a moment, the entire world seemed to fall silent.

After breaking 100 in his Mystical Attributes, Allen's focus allowed him to sense the elements floating in the air.

But now, he still linked his mind to the Wolf medallion, activating Monster Hunt to maintain a state of perfect calm as he examined the elements in his internal organs.

The continuous improvement in his affinity with elements had already imbued his skin, flesh, and bones with a deep magical radiance.

When he looked inward, everything was filled with a rainbow of colors, which was actually quite strange to see.

Of course, it also brought a sense of security.

Speaking of which, although the effect wasn't obvious on the surface, the magical affinity that shaped the protective field of his body had unknowingly helped Allen resist countless injuries. It had even saved his life in the Passolon Forest and the valley just a few days ago.

The faint pressure from his power was hidden between his flesh and blood.

He could even release it, just like a large magical creature such as a griffin.

But there was no need for that.

On the one hand, he was a sorceresser, and possessing such power would seem strange, making him easy to misunderstand.

On the other hand, the pressure from his magical blessing was still faint at the moment and wouldn't have much effect in combat.

Of course, there were possibilities for the future.

After all, he didn't come to inspect the magical blessing, so Allen briefly scanned his skin, flesh, and bones before following the glowing blood vessels up to his heart.

In fact, a normal sorcerer's organs related to magic were generally located in the abdomen. Because they were close to the reproductive system, the erosion of magic could cause organ failure, which was also the root of sorcerers' infertility.

But Allen glanced at his abdomen.

Although his mystical attributes had broken the 100 mark, and he was technically already a sorcerer, his abdomen didn't seem to have grown any magic-related organs. It could still contain magic, just like the rest of his body, but there was nothing special about it.

From a certain perspective, this could be a good thing.

However, since sorceressers couldn't reproduce to begin with, this small benefit seemed to lose its meaning.

Not wanting to think about these trivial matters, Allen's gaze moved up the magical veins.

"Boom~ Boom~ Boom~"

The muscles of his heart pumped vigorously.

His focus landed on another organ beside his heart, a complex structure.

It was the sorceresser's unique organ for storing magic.

It had no name, and sorceressers usually referred to it simply as the "mutated organ."

"It's really here!" Allen's heart leapt with joy.

At this moment, the egg-shaped organ was flickering with a faint green light.

But what was strange was that the green light was only flashing within the mutated organ and didn't spill over into the magical veins at all.

Speaking of which…

Allen had seen this green magic before, not just on Vilgefortz.

A few days ago, when his Monster Hunt was fully charged, the final strike had been infused with this emerald magic.

In the past two days, Allen had tried to channel this green magic, but he didn't know whether it was due to his weakened state or because the release of emerald magic required the Beast's Roar: Berserk ability, but he hadn't succeeded.

And before today, the mutated organ hadn't shown this kind of green flickering.

"I hope it's not just a pretty but useless firework…"

Finding the source of the change, Allen exhaled in relief and took one last look at the glowing emerald organ.

The @#￥%& Element didn't just bring a useless display—it might actually be related to the uncontrollable Primal magic, something even the source of magic could hardly control.

His heart raced, and his breath quickened.

Allen's mind was filled with the possibilities that came with mastering Primal Magic. But he struggled to break the link with the Wolf Sigil.

"Huff~"

Exhaling deeply, Allen glanced outside the window.

A crescent moon hung in the center of the vast night sky, and the moonlight was cold and serene.

"It's still too late today. I'll find another opportunity to try it tomorrow…"

Experimenting with Primal Magic would certainly make quite a commotion. The entire temple was already asleep, and it would be troublesome if another disturbance like earlier occurred.

With his decision made, Allen suppressed the excitement within him about Primal Magic, stood up, blew out the flickering candle on the wooden desk, and knelt on the bed in a meditative posture.

"Thud~"

"Thud~"

The heart beat rapidly with a unique rhythm.

In an instant.

Golden light began to appear in the blood, as if golden powder was mixed in with it...

He was practicing Beast's Roar: Berserk.

Vesemir and the young sorceresser had hit a bottleneck in their training of the Battle Roar... no... to put it bluntly, they hadn't even entered the basics yet, as they hadn't even found the energy hidden in their blood.

Therefore,

For the past few days, Allen had been setting aside time each day to practice in this way.

In fact, he even hoped to replace meditation with the practice of Beast's Roar: Berserk, though he could only sustain it for four hours straight before needing to stop and rest.

Allen's idea was simple.

Since Battle Roar: Berserk was closely related to Beast's Roar: Berserk, to be precise, Battle Roar was essentially a lower-tier skill of Beast's Roar.

So,

As long as he became proficient enough in Beast's Roar: Berserk, simplifying the training of Battle Roar: Berserk should naturally follow, much like how a sorceresser Master teaches his apprentice the sorceresser signs. Unfortunately, the results hadn't been great so far.

But Allen wasn't in a hurry. Although his strength had been rapidly improving due to the Witcher's Journal, he didn't get impatient over the slow progress.

After all, he had lived two lifetimes, and he wasn't a natural genius.

In his past life, Allen had also worked his way up from being an orphan, studying until he got into a decent university and then joining a good company.

He still had some patience.

Moreover, practicing Beast's Roar: Berserk itself, even without considering the spillover effects of developing Battle Roar for the sorceresser Corps, brought Allen significant benefits.

He had no reason to be impatient.

But today, it seemed different.

Though the energy of Beast's Roar was still difficult to control, it was much faster than before.

Then, at a certain moment...

"Huh~"

With a sudden exclamation, the "golden powder" that had seeped out of the blood quickly receded.

The blood, heavy like a column of mercury, suddenly returned to its natural state, surging like a great river.

However, Allen ignored the Beast's Roar energy that had been painstakingly gathered and then dissipated in an instant. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring blankly at the starry sky outside the window.

After a long silence, he murmured in a daze:

"I think I..."

"Got it…"

The next day.

Early in the morning, Allen asked Nenneke about Tissaia de Vries' whereabouts, then left the temple with Vesemir.

Tissaia de Vries seemed to be involved in some cooperation discussions with the Melitele Temple and Duke Mason and had not yet left Ellander.

That was fortunate.

Otherwise, no matter how important Ban Ard's matter was, Allen wouldn't be able to go to Aretuza at this time.

The Sorceress Academy and Tissaia de Vries were not safe for Allen, but there was another reason: he didn't want Tissaia to know how much he cared about Ban Ard's matters, and also, his influence at the Melitele Temple was something to consider.

Going there early in the morning to inquire about her could be excused as a way to request the Alghoul's marrow, while also casually bringing up Ban Ard and Ortolan.

But traveling all the way from Ellander to Aretuza would have no such excuse, and any subsequent reactions from the temple would easily be guessed to be a falsehood.

"But, if we go like this, won't we be suspected as well?"

Vesemir, who was wearing a long knight's sword at his waist and had found a brown wide-brimmed hat somewhere, asked suspiciously.

"What do you mean, Vesemir?" Allen pulled on the reins of "Carrot," slowing his black mare as they entered the bustling city. "Our disguise will be dropped when we approach the Duke's castle… uh... this outfit is indeed a bit odd, but you know how I look right now..."

"I know… I know..." Vesemir listened enviously to the conversation beside him. "Godslayer, Blue Death, May King of the Festival, and…"

He paused, turned his head, and glanced at the delicate long sword Allen had at his waist, then spoke with a complex tone: "Also, Elsa's great hero master."

"You're more popular in this city right now than the bards from Oxenfurt..."

"I didn't even know you had so many titles."

Allen gave Vesemir a speechless glance and then quickly glanced at the tavern they passed by.

"...The azure cat's eyes open and close, the death god answers the call..."

"...The young knight from Ellander, fourteen years old, named his beloved silver-white longsword 'Elsa'..."

The bard in the tavern was singing just those lines.

Allen didn't really understand.

Had Ellander recovered to the point where the tavern was bustling with business just a few days after the great disaster?

However, from Vesemir's tone, it was clear that this wasn't the first time he had heard the verse related to Elsa.

Allen pretended he hadn't heard anything.

Strangely, a slight sense of regret rose in his heart—why wasn't he there when Vesemir first heard this song?

He must have had quite an interesting expression at the time.

Of course, Allen knew that Vesemir was only joking.

With the kind of relationship he had with Vesemir, the bet witnessed by Chief Sol had long lost its significance.

Moreover, despite Vesemir's sarcastic words now, he was actually very fond of his new Gilna Silver Sword, not allowing anyone near it and spending a lot of time maintaining it every day.

Elsa was already a past love of his.

Vesemir didn't mind Allen's silence, after teasing him, and seeing there was no response, he got to the point: "I'm not talking about our outfits. That's not strange; the illusion covering the sorceresser's pupils can be explained with magical items…"

"My point is, the timing is off…"

"Timing?" Allen's body stiffened on horseback.

"Yes, timing," Vesemir said, looking like an experienced man. "Look at the time, the sun has just risen, the morning mist hasn't even cleared, and what sorceress would be up this early?"

Allen hadn't thought of that."But Tissaia de Vries is known for being strict and old-fashioned, isn't she?"

"We're not at Aretuza Academy now," Vesemir rolled his eyes, "And after just coming from a big battle, isn't it normal for people to sleep in for a few days?"

Allen fell silent.

That did seem a bit odd.

Vesemir definitely knew this pattern about the sorceresses.

The fact that he rushed there so early, asking about the Alghoul's marrow and about Ban Ard and Ortolan, did seem a bit strange. But it couldn't be helped, who knew if Tissaia de Vries might have had to leave suddenly? The earlier they did this, the better.

Otherwise, Vesemir would have stopped him long ago.

"What if…?"

"No!"

Allen barely spoke before Vesemir interrupted him.

"Tissaia de Vries is too dangerous a woman. I'm not letting you go alone."

Well, considering the alternative of missing out entirely, some suspicion was still acceptable… Allen thought.

And so, the two sorceressers arrived at the Duke's castle, where they were smoothly guided to Tissaia de Vries' residence by the servants.

But unexpectedly, Tissaia de Vries wasn't asleep at the moment.

When Allen requested the Alghoul's marrow, she readily agreed, even apologizing and promising to have it delivered to the temple in the afternoon.

However.

When Allen cautiously asked about Ban Ard and Ortolan, Tissaia de Vries strangely froze for a moment, stared at him for quite a while, and then said: "Well, that's quite a coincidence."

Tissaia de Vries crossed her arms and smirked slightly at the corners of her mouth: "The person you wanted to ask about just asked you."

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