Chapter 7: Beginning of a new journey.
"Booom"
The dry leaves of the surrounding bushes were blown away by the shock wave and the shattered wood fragments. The upper half of the small tree that was hit by the spell was completely destroyed.
The stone that Punk used for the attack still had a considerable amount of kinetic energy left. It flew over more than 50 meters, even after hitting its target. Finally, it disappeared after striking a small hill, creating a large dust cloud.
"This power is almost the same as a bullet from a powerful sniper rifle!" Punk was surprised after looking at the destroyed tree stump.
According to the system's analysis, the secondary catapult spell used less than one-tenth of his total mana, and it only took three seconds to fully replenish it. After comparing the data with his memory, Punk realized that his mana was recovering 10-20% faster than that of other ordinary mages.
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"This is the power of magic in this World! Even a low-level spell has such distractive power. Then how strong those High-level spells will be!" Punk wondered.
Unknowingly, Punk's determination to become stronger grew even stronger.
After this, Punk practiced a few other spells, which helped him to reducing the casting time to only 1-2 seconds. He also became more familiar with many flexible and diverse applications of magic. Additionally, he learned a new spell called the secondary Mage Armor, which, according to the system, provided the same level of defense as a 3 cm thick steel plate.
Thanks to this spell, Punk had strong protection like a armored car and formidable attack power like a powerful war machine.
In the context of Earth, it was rather incredible, but in this world, it was merely a solid starting point. Finally, Punk gained some confidence for his new journey in this world.
Punk's first goal was to find a village or a town. He didn't want to be a lonely mage. The knowledge his "parents" left for him would be just enough until he became an official mage, Therefore, interactions and trade with other mages were essential for his future development.
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Now Punk was facing a new problem; he had no idea how big this jungle was or how far away he was from any settlements. And In such a vast plane such as the Pheren plane, it could be extremely tough to find any place with a civilized settlement. And Punk didn't want to spend days or even weeks in this humid jungle.
And in times like this, the prophecy spells could bring colossal help. Luckily, Punk found a prophecy spell named "visceral divination" from the memory inheritance. Although it was only an apprentice-level spell, its ability to obtain information was quite handy.
There were several conditions for his spell to work correctly. For instance, the information the spell caster wanted to obtain shouldn't be blocked by magic. Additionally, the target should not possess any unusual ability that could block prophecy. This spell also required a special kind of spell material.
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"Sure enough, this spell is not suitable for hunting..." Punk gazed at the ground in front of him with a hint of embarrassment. The scene was gruesome; minced meat was scattered all over the place, which was all that remained of a small rabbit.
"Reminder: analysis result showed that the host should not use the secondary catapult for hunting small mammals."
"...Shut Up....."
Punk was reluctant to accept the fact that the system was right!
Earlier, Punk had gone hunting for animals to obtain their internal organs as materials for the prophecy spell. However, in the nearby areas, he could only find small rabbits. In the excitement of experimenting with the spell, he still used the secondary catapult to hunt these small animals. The result was catastrophic.
After some time, Punk was standing in a small open space, and he was holding a little rabbit by its ear in his hand. It had a bloody wound in its head and was struggling desperately; it seemed to have sensed its impending disastrous fate. But even though mages like Punk are considered physically weak, but it was not to the extent that he would let a small rabbit escape.
Punk used a silver knife that he found in his pocket to quickly skin the rabbit. He precisely cut the rabbit's skin and muscles with the system's assistance without damaging its internal organs.
And finally, Punk recited "the visceral divination" spell's incantation. This spell's principle was to use an organism's viscera to connect to its souls and use that with an ingenious method to amplify the user's soul perception and obtain required intelligence from the deep and unfathomable abyss.
So, the more the rabbit's soul dissipated, the worse the spell's effect would be!
After completing the long incantations, Punk opened his mental perception to receive the information. He only felt that a layer of fog was slowly spreading around him
"Suddenly, the green jungle began to blur, and a thick substance started to penetrate into Punk's brain constantly."
"….keep walking westward for half a day------ a small river------ walk downstream ------ villages and towns."
In the next second, the fog with the sticky feeling disappeared. Punk realized he was squatting on the ground, having discarded his staff at some point. He was now holding a large clump of rabbit organs in front of his face, as if he had intended to consume them. Punk threw away the internal organs and stood up.
"No wonder this is an evil spell. This spell is really bizarre."
Punk frowned; he guessed that this spell was created by a high-level mage. Its application principles were very sophisticated for an apprentice-level spell. It was just like how a child could use a gun by following step-by-step instruction without knowing anything about its profound mechanism.
"Even such a low-level spell is full of mystery. This World is truly wonderful."
A flame of excitement started burning inside Punk's heart.
After this, Punk casually used a magic decontamination spell, and the filth and blood from his clothes and hands were converted into etheric energy and dissipated. Within a few seconds, his hands became clean and tender again.
He cut a small piece of fat from the rabbit that could be used as casting material in the future and put it in his pocket.
(Note: Punk's robe has a large number of pockets for storing things)
Punk didn't pay farther attention to the still twitching rabbit on the ground. Although it could be used as food but because of the elven bloodline, Punk nowadays liked the test of fruits and vegetables more than meat.
After casting the secondary Mage Armor and enhanced vision (can see through thin objects and gives almost 360° fields of view) on himself, Punk happily started to walk toward West.
All through this arrangement might seem unnecessary, but according to Punk, "Only a cautious mage will live a long life."
The jungle was not as vast as Punk had initially thought. It took him only 2 to 3 hours to emerge from the jungle and arrive at the boundary between the dense vegetation and a more open area. Guided by the system's navigation, Punk easily figured out the accurate direction, so he never deviated from it. It was still early in the morning, and two suns had just ascended from the southwest.
(Note: There are two suns in the Pheren plane, both rises from the southwest and set in the northeast)
Now it was the tender season. (Pheren plane's year is divided into six seasons: tender season, evergreen season, sunny season, harvest season, windy season, and cold season)
The rough grass under Punk's feet was making a rustling noise. The dew from the grass was wetting Punk's boots, but he didn't pay any attention to these trivial things. He was walking briskly with the staff in his hand.
Because Punk deliberately sped up, it took him half the time mentioned in the prediction to reach the River. It was not so much a river but a large stream. The whole River was only four meters wide at most; also, it was very shallow. However, the River had not been damaged by industrial activity, and the water was very clean. Punk could even see the pebbles at the bottom of the river. There were not many fishes in the river. Punk only saw a small group of fish with a thin body and light blue shining small horns in its head, swimming in the river. Everything was exquisite and quiet.
"But One have to take care of the flower guardian before they can enjoy the beauty of a flower!"
Punk, with his enhanced vision, looked toward a large and somewhat abnormal bush by the Riverside. A faint blue magical glow was revolving around his pupil.
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