Passerby Villain In A Wizard World

Inside a vast hall atop the Silver Gull, a complex fresh array of patterns was engraved into the floor. Unlike the intricate elegance of earlier arrays in the Ignisia Tower, this one looked crude and radiated a sinister aura as it was carved in blood.

'Xal'therak vohran duskaal,

Veyrith nol'zaan kor'vath,

In the center of the formation sat an old man wearing a wizard's robe, holding a luxurious wand in one hand while chanting a complex incantation written in a blood-red book in the other.

Each of his invocations resonated with the surrounding darkness as if affirming that his method was correct, making him smile more and more.

Drenmal uth'kaar shal'vex,

Kael'vorr dasmuth kriin!'

He could already see the dark vortex originating from the array on the ground, opening a gate in the air.

'What he said is indeed correct. It is easier to draw a demon out with this method as long as we are near the Abyss's influence,' Ron thought, feeling delighted.

The method written in the blood-colored book had been proven correct so far. He couldn't help but hope that the other text written on the next page would be right as well.

When that guy, Carl, first gave him this book, he didn't believe him and even considered capturing him to find out why he came to him.

But he was surprised to find that Carl was already a First Ring Wizard and was even on par with him.

After some discussion and the exchange of a few secrets, he finally believed Carl and decided to steer the ship to this location.

If all goes right, I should be able to reach the Second Ring Wizard this time.

'Haha... who cares if it is a dark path, as long as I can live.'

Ron thought with a sinister look while chanting the incantation loudly, making no mistakes.

According to the book in his hand, he only needed to summon a specific type of low-rank demon from the Abyss, kill it using the method given by Carl, and absorb its demonic essence.

As long as he succeeded, he could be promoted to a Second Ring Wizard—though he would then be considered a dark wizard.

But he didn't care, as long as he could continue on this path. His only hope had already been dashed in the Ignisia Tower anyway.

And although this method seemed flimsy, he had already confirmed that it was indeed genuine.

"Haha, just a little more, and my dream will be complete."

Ron couldn't help but shout after nearing the completion of the incantation, eagerly awaiting the demon from the Abyss that was about to fall into his trap.

However, just as he was getting excited about what was to come, he heard a voice beside him, mocking his excitement.@@novelbin@@

"So, this was your plan all along? I thought you were going to sell your soul to a demon or something. But still, it is indeed a good method. Unfortunately, you shouldn't have tried this on this ship."

After all his pointless speculation before, Ian finally realized what Ron was attempting to do which really stunned him.

Summoning a demon and absorbing its essence for promotion?

Why did it sound like a scam?

However, the reason why Ian believed it so easily wasn't because of Ron's almost successful attempt, but due to the book in front that looked exactly like the one he had encountered in the Gravethrone Continent.

'Isn't this the book that helped Morgrave become a First Ring Wizard?'

Ian thought, finding it eerily similar.

However, despite his surprise, his hand did not hesitate as he thrust the Spellblade in his grip directly into Ron's abdomen, piercing his mana shield as smoothly as cutting through butter.

"Well, it has been a while since I used this."

He commented casually, watching as the blade proved just as effective as it had been when he fought Ethos in the mansion.

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"Ugh... you... how can you..."

Ron asked, truly bewildered. He had never expected Ian to attack him directly, especially not at such a critical moment.

After all, the Sigil of Subjugation pact was still active between them.

And even if it wasn't effective, he had asked Carl to prepare for Ian's presence to prevent this exact scenario.

"How can you be here? Don't you know we have a pact? Agh... what method are you using?"

All along, Ron had assumed Ian was a Bloodline Wizard using his innate ability to hide in the shadows.

That was why he and Carl had already set up specific formations to nullify such spells should Ian appear.

But now, even though he could hear Ian's voice and feel the pain from his wound, he still couldn't see or sense Ian's presence.

In fact, it seemed even Carl hadn't realized that someone was already beside him, intending to kill him.

"Oh? You don't know about this, huh? Come to think of it, even I didn't know about that flaw. How can a weak wizard like you know?"

Ian saw Ron's surprise and quickly realized that Ron might never have known about the Rules and such in the first place, not to mention the idea that the pact might not work here.

So, his arrival here was only for the promotion; at most, maybe he was thinking of using some method after getting stronger.

"But, what Ignysyl said is indeed true, huh? The pact won't work in the Abyss. Then... should I kill him?"

Ian paid no attention to Ron's words nor bothered to reply. Instead, he twisted the blade in Ron's abdomen, causing him to groan in pain.

Of course, Ian also glanced at the rapidly closing portal in front of him. The incantation had been interrupted, and the dark, sinister whirlwind was shrinking before his eyes.

"No! Don't..."

And of course, Ron saw it too. So, he shouted in grief, momentarily forgetting the knife in his abdomen, begging for Ian's mercy as if the closure of the portal was also the end of his path—and possibly his life.

He never thought Ian might have already decided to send him to the Abyss.

'A race against time, huh.'

However, Ian's mind was focused on something else, as the Quest clearly said it was a race against time. Why did it feel like it was too easy, then?

Just as Ian was contemplating the meaning behind it, he saw the slowly closing gate in the air suddenly stop, as if someone had pressed the pause button, and the eerie sound and heavy pressure suddenly engulfed the entire hall in a split second.

It was so instantaneous that despite seeing it live with his Ethereal form, Ian was still caught off guard.

'So, that's what it means? Ignysyl, come to the top, fast.'