Wizard: I Have a Game Panel-Chapter 443 - 303: Space Jumping Witchcraft Officially Advances to 7th Ring Witchcraft

Chapter 443: Chapter 303: Space Jumping Witchcraft Officially Advances to 7th Ring Witchcraft

"Uh..." Lor looked at everyone’s dazed expressions, slightly organizing his words, and slowly said, "This matter is actually very complex; there are some things I don’t quite understand either. In general, I can indeed obtain some limited answers from that one now."

When he first met Blood, the attitude towards him was fairly good.

But after the first assessment, Blood’s attitude became much colder.

It wasn’t until the second assessment that Blood’s attitude became extremely enthusiastic again, and it has remained so until now.

He had three guesses as to why this attitude was so.

The first guess was that Blood’s personality was unpredictable, but this possibility was relatively low.

The second guess was due to the arrival of the player.

Before the second assessment, the player happened to descend once, and Blood probably knew something, thus changing his attitude towards him again.

However, if Blood changed his attitude because of this, there’s one issue that’s a bit hard to explain, which is that the Wizard Alliance in the previous life seemed to have not been treated any differently.

Unless in the previous life, the Wizard Alliance did not enter Blood’s vision, leading to this situation.

That’s not impossible; after all, he came into contact with Blood based on the Time Rune, something the previous Wizard Alliance never discovered.

The third guess is because during his second assessment, his understanding of the True Meaning of Time not only did not slow down but accelerated instead.

However, Blood’s change in attitude happened before the assessment, not after; the timing doesn’t match.

Overall, he tended to believe the second guess was correct, but ultimately couldn’t be sure, and it wasn’t something he could easily say, so he could only bluff his way through.

"Gurgle—"

"Hiss—"

"Oh my!"

...

Upon hearing Lor’s confirmed response, the council members could no longer conceal their shock, feeling their entire understanding had been reshaped.

What is a Manager?

It is an existence that can decisively determine the life and death of an Overlord Level large-scale civilization!

Yet Lor, their colleague, not even belonging to a large-scale civilization, just one of the ordinary civilizations in a common Plane Group, could consult with the high and mighty Manager.

Such an outrageous matter truly was too...

The meeting fell into a complete silence.

Neither Francis, the stable councilor, nor Cody, the exuberant councilor, knew how to express their current feelings.

"Dong dong dong—"

Lor gently knocked on the desk, looking around helplessly, and said, "Compared to that issue, I think you should focus more on Trait Fusion."

"Don’t assume that just because I can contact the Manager, I can ask it to solve our current troubles. From my interactions with it, it also has limitations and cannot directly help us with anything."

"The future of the Wizard Alliance ultimately depends on us."

He did not want to hear anyone suggest asking him to beg Blood for help, so he simply preempted it.

If it were possible to ask, he wouldn’t have waited until now.

The attitude of that one leaned more towards grinding rather than protection.

He was in an absolutely weak position and couldn’t change this view, so he could only accept it.

"You’re right."

Francis nodded with a bitter smile, "Relying on external help is ultimately not as reliable as strengthening oneself."

"Regarding the matter of Trait Fusion, I will research it while reflecting on the Origin Container."

In fact, before Lor spoke, he really considered asking Lor to think of a way.

Not to request Blood to cancel the trial or anything; just having that one say, ’Tier Seven or Eight should not specifically target the Wizard Civilization,’ would solve most of the Wizard Alliance’s current troubles.

Unfortunately, this idea now seems infeasible.

"I’ll find time to ponder it, too."

"So will I."

"I..."

...

One councilor after another echoed this sentiment, not mentioning the Manager issue.

"Okay, let’s leave it at that for now." Lor nodded, leaving the meeting room, placing the Continent Communication Device into the Space Ring, and continued immersing himself in creating Space Perception Witchcraft.

According to his calculations, Space Jumping Witchcraft is very close to having the potential of the Seventh Ring.

If all goes well, as long as Space Perception Witchcraft is integrated, he can use the game panel to break the limit, thus having the first true Seventh Ring Witchcraft in meaning.

He was full of anticipation for the arrival of that moment.

...

Wizard Calendar, June 2, 7713.

The 95th floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in a large Witchcraft Laboratory.

Lor’s fifth student, the Fourth Ring Spatial Mage Van, walked slowly to a cage.

Inside this cage was a small white rat, about a meter tall, exuding the life aura of Tier Three.

"Squeak squeak squeak—"

Seeing Van arriving, the white rat emitted threatening cries.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m just conducting a small experiment." Van smiled comfortingly and then lightly extended his index finger towards the white rat.

"Whoosh—"

In the next instant, a point of black light blossomed from his fingertip, rapidly expanding in the air into a black curtain about three meters in diameter, gradually enveloping the white rat.

"Squeak squeak—"

Seeing the black curtain enveloping it, the white rat became even more tense, screaming incessantly, but unfortunately, due to the cage’s restraint, it couldn’t resist or escape.

Soon, the black curtain touched the iron cage imprisoning the white rat, which was covered in dense rune patterns.

In an instant, one corner of the originally three-dimensional iron cage suddenly disappeared...

No, disappearing doesn’t accurately describe it.

Specifically, the corner of the cage that touched the curtain seemed to turn into a two-dimensional drawing, adding a few colors to that pure black curtain.