bookandnovel Chapter 32 Just listen to me.
Chapter 32 Just listen to me.
Rombe knew where the problem lay.
In the code he rewrote, he deleted all the parts about "praying to Aloras, the goddess of wind"!
In his mind, these meaningless characters only waste computing power.
However, in this world with the concept of "elemental gods," this incantation, stripped of all honorifics and transformed into a command, is an extremely arrogant and disrespectful offense to those "elemental gods" who possess a certain kind of pan-consciousness.
This is like when you normally go to your workplace to ask for favors or get things done, you need to submit an application form and go through several procedures. Now, not only do you not write an application, but you even directly order your superiors around.
It's no wonder the other party was angry.
Having figured this out, Rom immediately shouted to Jack, who was standing in the raging wind:
"Quick! Recite your original Wind Blade spell again right now, don't miss a single word!"
Jack heard Rom's voice in the howling wind.
Although he didn't understand what use the incantation of reminiscing was at this time, it was his only lifeline, so he dared not hesitate for even a moment.
Jack, his lips trembling and his voice almost choked with sobs, respectfully and loudly recited the original, tedious incantation once more.
Sure enough, as Jack launched into his rambling praises and prayers, the out-of-control wind blades surrounding him began to subside slowly.
All the glamour slowly faded from Jack, dissipating into the air…
Eventually, everything returned to calm.
The moment the wind stopped, Jack's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the snow.
His white robes were so tattered they looked like strips of cloth hanging on his body, and there were many bloodstains on his exposed skin.
Jack was panting heavily, his face ashen.
"It's over..." Jack looked at his still bleeding hands, feeling a sense of utter exhaustion, as if he had just emerged from another world.
It's truly a miracle that he only suffered minor superficial injuries and wasn't cut into pieces after being hit by the elemental backlash.
He had heard too many tragic cases of elemental backlash while he was in the academy.
For example, a seasoned fire mage was researching new spells at home without permission, which resulted in his magic spontaneously combusting and causing his house to catch fire.
The magical fire burned for a full day and night, and in the end, even the mage's remains could not be found, leaving only a pool of glassy black ash.
There was also an unfortunate water mage who, because of a sore on his tongue, mispronounced his spells, leading to errors in his incantations.
As a result, the man drowned in the arid Gobi Desert environment due to the rampant water element within his body.
"Thank you for the reminder, Master Rom..."
"If you hadn't made me repeat the incantation, I would have been shredded. You saved my life again!"
Jack, who survived the ordeal, not only did not complain at all, but looked at Rom with a grateful gaze.
Because Jack firmly believed that Rom was not wrong.
It was only because of my own lack of ability that the elemental backlash occurred.
Looking at the grateful Jack, Rom could only manage a bitter smile.
He stepped forward, reached out, and pulled Jack, who had collapsed to the ground, to his feet.
At the same time, doubts arose in Rom's mind.
Why?
Why is it that I've never experienced elemental backlash when I always use this "optimized code" that doesn't contain any prayers or honorifics to cast spells?
They didn't even send a warning?
Could it be because I bypassed the elemental gods by casting spells through the system?
Or perhaps I never underwent a proper "elemental initiation," and therefore do not belong to any elemental god?
Without belonging, there is no betrayal?
Regardless of the reason, Rom had already realized:
It seems that, currently, only I can use this simplified version of the spell without taking any damage.
For other indigenous mages without the protection of a system, this thing is not a cheat code at all, but a death warrant, a path to their own demise.
Trouble.
If that's the case, wouldn't my "patent outsourcing" business empire need to adjust its strategic goals?
Rom touched his chin.
It seems that some optimizations to prayers are unavoidable.
I must find a balance that can significantly reduce energy consumption while barely fooling the gods and avoiding a backlash.
These invisible and intangible things... they're all treated like gods, yet they're so concerned about saving face and can't stand being flattered. It's really annoying.
After finishing his rant, Rom returned to the system panel.
"Okay, let's try again. Add a few lines of prayer and adjust the variable parameters..."
However, Jack, whose wounds hadn't even had time to explode, was terrified when he heard Rom say "Try again."
He waved his hands repeatedly, his face filled with terror:
"Romu! Master Romu! ...I...I think I should give up! I know I'm dull-witted and simply can't master such profound secret techniques!"
I will go back and work hard to improve myself! Your teachings to me today have been profound enough; let's talk about it another day, another day!
As Rom typed code in the void, he looked up and reprimanded him with an extremely stern gaze:
"Nonsense! You think you can just back down and give up so easily?!"
So all those grand pronouncements you made about pursuing the path to becoming a powerful figure, wanting to pass the third-tier exam by the end of the year, and wanting to make a name for yourself in Red Dragon City—were they nothing but laughable empty words?!
Rom stopped what he was doing and walked up to Jack.
He placed his hands on Jack's shoulders, looking directly into the other's eyes with a determined gaze.
At that moment, he looked down at his students like a strict teacher full of expectations:
Listen, Jack.
Since I promised to let you work with me, I will definitely make you stronger. You must trust me.
"But... I don't believe in myself," Jack said with a bitter expression.
"No, you don't need to believe in yourself, you just need to believe in me, because I believe in you."
"You...believe me?"
Jack's body jolted violently.
Looking into Rom's eyes, Jack felt as if something had struck him hard in the heart.
Really?
He never imagined that a cowardly, opportunistic little mage like himself would be so highly regarded by this magical genius…
Looking back on my time at the magic academy, because of my mediocre talent, every time I went to ask those high-level instructors for advice, I would usually be met with impatient cold water and scolded, "Don't make assumptions, just memorize the spells."
Even the family's expensive family magic tutor was nothing more than someone who was paid to do his job and simply recited from the book...
Only Rom...
As Jack thought about this, his eyes welled up with tears again.
He nodded sharply, gritting his teeth as he said:
"Yes, Master! I understand! I will certainly live up to your expectations! I will try it exactly as you instruct me!"
"very good."
Rom nodded.
Damn it, I'm going to use Jack to experiment and figure it out today.