The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 282 - 2: The Lost Civilization

Chapter 282: Chapter 2: The Lost Civilization

"Lome, we still need to observe Bear’s enhancement of abilities further. Although he doesn’t seem to have any major issues with defense or responsiveness, for a successful Undead Warrior, these are just the most basic requirements. As a practitioner of Dark Spells, it’s not just about restoring his innate reflexes, but also gradually discovering his conditional reflexes developed after birth. For example, when there’s an enemy attack, you just need to give him a hint, and he’ll use all the various methods he employed in his lifetime to launch an assault on the enemy. Of course, not every Zombie Warrior can achieve this kind of ability; it requires the zombie to have fairly favorable conditions when it is formed. As a Silver Corpse, Bear is basically qualified, but a Silver Corpse is the foundation for cultivating a Golden Corpse. To turn Bear into an exceptional Golden Corpse, we need to ensure that the foundation laid during the Silver Corpse stage is much more solid."

Like a mentor full of love and patience, gently guiding his charge, Komer spoke with tenderness in his tone. The student before him, brimming with curiosity, was like a newborn in many respects, a blank slate. When Komer wiped her memories, he unavoidably altered many of her habits associated with the Church of Light. It forced Komer to continually guide her in everyday life so that she could have a whole new existence. As a student, she was outstanding in every respect, especially in her unusual talent for absorbing magical knowledge, which made her increasingly attractive to Komer like a magnet.

Naming the nameless zombie something akin to a pet’s name was a compromise reached between Komer and Lome after much debate. After seeing the Bear Head Emblem of the Caucasus Lord, Lome stubbornly insisted on giving the zombie such a comically warm name, and Komer ultimately had to overturn his thoughts and agree with her. But whenever he spoke the name, it seemed somewhat awkward and carried an indescribable sense of absurdity and hilarity.

"Oh, I see, the Great Sage wants Bear to have a good start at the Silver Corpse stage so that it will be more beneficial for Bear’s development later on. Is that what the Great Sage means?" The girl asked, tilting her head playfully, a knowing smile on her face. Her delicate and tender features, like a flower bud nourished by morning dew, were exceptionally pretty. She looked both a little proud and somewhat expectant, as if waiting for Komer’s praise.

"Yes, Lome is right. The stronger the foundation, the better the achievements in later stages. Hardship first, reward later—that’s the necessary path for cultivating one’s abilities." Though it was an insignificant question, seeing her hopeful expression, Komer couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth and praised her.

At Komer’s praise, the girl’s face flushed with delight, the sparkle in her eyes somehow familiar to Komer, reminiscent of another girl’s eyes. But at this moment, he seemed quite willing to enjoy this admiring, reverential look mixed with a hint of other emotions.

The zombie called Bear continued to leap and maneuver tirelessly around the room, the tip of his stiletto sword now showing a steady dark gleam, indicating that the Fighting Qi he was channeling was beginning to become substantial. Under the agitation of the Fighting Qi, balls of iron and throwing weapons flew past, but none could break through under the sweep of the zombie’s sword screen. Even iron balls that came hurtling directly were deflected with a shower of sparks, demonstrating that the zombie’s strength had made a considerable leap from before.

Watching the figure dance in the room filled Komer with uncontrollable pride. Even during Lome’s training, Komer never neglected the cultivation and enhancement of the zombie’s abilities. After all, this was the true force that could be absolutely devoted to serving him. In times of danger, it could even sacrifice itself to save its master. Its level of strength directly determined his own power.

After a mental suggestion, the zombie’s movements immediately ceased. Komer activated his Cosmic Bag, which began to bulge slowly, its mouth seeming to swallow the heavens and earth. The surrounding space twisted, and the zombie suddenly darted into the bag. Following a series of spells, the Cosmic Bag slowly shrank and eventually returned to palm-size.

Seeing this for the first time, the girl couldn’t conceal her astonishment and excitement. It was like a scene from a fantastical myth—a zombie nearly two meters tall that had just been moving about was now contained within this magical bag, which then shrank to the size of a palm. Could this also be Magic? It seemed to go beyond the knowledge she understood in her consciousness.

"Great sage, what magic is this? What happened to Bear, has he also shrunk? Oh god of darkness, Hades, what are you doing?" A barrage of questions burst forth, perhaps finding the miraculous phenomenon too inconceivable, the girl clung to Komer’s arm, her voice trembling with urgency.

"Lome, stay calm, maintaining calmness is a fundamental quality that a mage must possess. Have you forgotten my warnings? A qualified mage must keep their heart in an absolutely peaceful state under any circumstances." Although Komer greatly appreciated the genuine confession revealed by the other party, as a mentor, he still instinctively reminded her with a somber expression hidden behind his mask. However, the gentleness of his tone betrayed his true feelings inwardly.

Blushing shyly, the girl stuck out her tongue, a tinge of red coloring her lovely cheeks. Perhaps feeling somewhat unseemly, but in the presence of her tutor alone, she did not think there was anything improper about it. "Great sage, this is all so wonderful, what is this pouch in your hands? How can it contain Bear, and also become so small? Lome can hardly believe her own eyes."

"Hehe, Lome, this is merely a somewhat valuable magical instrument, or rather, calling it a divine artifact wouldn’t be too far off. It is a magical instrument left to me by my master; it has a quite novel name, the Cosmic Bag." Every time those eyes of the girl, like stars in the morning sky, penetrated into Komer’s own, Komer felt a sensation akin to committing a crime. Although Komer kept reminding himself in the depths of his mind, this sense of wrongdoing did not diminish with the passage of time. Life itself was sinful, wasn’t it? Even the doctrines of the Church of Light said so. The ’Sinful Sutra’ claims that humans are born with original sin and only by continuous atonement from birth could they ascend to the Heavenly Temple for eternal life after death. If mankind is filled with sin, then why not bear a little more? This conclusion brought Komer some peace of mind.

"Cosmic Bag? What a strange name, oh, what does cosmic mean, Great Sage?" The girl’s curiosity was obviously stronger than that of the average person. Perhaps most would be merely curious about the magical instrument itself, but the girl seemed more interested in the origin of the instrument.

"This magical instrument is said to be related to a lost civilization. The meaning of the word cosmic cannot be explained in our known civilizations, but it is said that in the records of the lost civilization, it should encompass a far-reaching significance. Er, as for explaining it, I can only say that I know nothing." Faced with the girl’s persistent probing, Komer felt an awkwardness he had not known before.

"A lost civilization? Hmm, it feels like I’ve heard this term mentioned somewhere; it feels very familiar." The girl’s forehead creased in thought, a look of contemplation spreading across her face, which struck Komer with a chill. That the girl was so sensitive and had such a strong recollection of this term, that even the memory-cleansing spells he used could not erase the imprint on her soul, made him wonder what secrets the Church of Light held for the girl to have such deep memories.

"Sigh, Lome, there’s no need to rack your brains. Before your mishap with magic cultivation, I indeed had a discussion with you about the lost civilization. You were very interested in the various artistic achievements it contained, always hoping to find relics of the lost civilization. It’s just a pity that afterward, when you practiced magic, something went wrong. Ah, it’s all my fault, bringing you to this state." Komer’s face was full of regret and self-reproach, his deep inner pain manifesting drop by drop in his eyes. This only made the girl feel even more guilty and uneasy, "Great Sage, it’s not your fault. Although Lome doesn’t remember much about the past, I know that it must have been my impatience that led to this disaster. If not for the Great Sage’s efforts to save me, I probably would’ve gone mad by now. This is fine, too. Lome really likes the current peace and quiet. Simplicity may be an unexpected gain. I don’t need to worry about many things from the past. Really, Great Sage, I love my life now, being able to follow the Great Sage to explore the ultimate secrets of Magic Heaven is the biggest reward and happiness of my life."

The sincere words, so straightforward and earnest, made Komer feel as if his tear ducts had regained function, something even the arrival of Vero had not incited. This was all a fiction he had fabricated, a blank slate for him to paint upon. So why did he feel such a heart-stirring touch? Was his battered heart becoming more fragile, moved even by things he designed? Komer kept questioning himself, what exactly was happening to him?

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