Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 398 - 190: The Truth about Schiper, [Golden Fire Spirit Mo Ye], Infinite Possibilities of Metal

Chapter 398: Chapter 190: The Truth about Schiper, [Golden Fire Spirit Mo Ye], Infinite Possibilities of Metal

After "Schiper" uttered those words, centered around him, a huge and rich golden circle spread from beneath his feet.

In an instant, every grain of sand turned from yellow to gold, every inch of soil transformed into gold...

Like a miraculous light covering the earth, a moment later, a boundless desert completely turned into a dazzling sea of gold.

This golden sand sea, together with the distant Golden City, emitted an incomparably luxurious and brilliant glow, as if a legendary ancient kingdom from a storybook had descended into reality...

Even knowing this was just a dream, Ronan felt a deep shock coming from within at this moment.

This shock was not solely from the scene before his eyes, but also from the words "Schiper" had said to him—

Simply because he heard a story in his youth, he took action and truly created a...Golden Kingdom!!

This act was so very... "Schiper."

Ronan didn’t even know how to describe his feelings inside.

At this moment, in this world, only he, "Schiper" and "Schiper’s" dog named "Titanium" were not golden, not made of gold.

"It’s beautiful, isn’t it..."

"Schiper" returned to Ronan’s side, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, squinting at the distant Golden City.

"I have spent a lifetime realizing this dream, which seemed absurd and unrealistic to others, from my childhood..."

Ronan’s lips quivered slightly as he opened his mouth: "But you eventually realized it, didn’t you?"

"Yes."

"Schiper" sighed lightly, then shook his head, "But I haven’t completely realized it... I’m still missing a lot, and unfortunately, I no longer have the time..."

"Just like the ambitious old king in the story, he eventually died on his Golden Throne, but he never welcomed the day of true immortality..."

"Even you cannot resist time?"

Ronan murmured softly.

"Me?"

"Schiper" smiled lightly, whispering: "I’m still far from it, perhaps the real ’Schiper’ might be able to..." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"What do you mean?!"

Ronan suddenly paused.

He had always assumed that the young man before him was the Legendary Wizard "Schiper", but now, from his words... it seemed as if he was not?!

"Schiper" looked at Ronan, slowly speaking: "Long ago, there was a wizard who fantasized that there was such a place in the world— a place with unlimited time, space, resources, and everything beautiful you could imagine...

He spent his life’s energy searching for the entrance to that place, and on this directionless, long journey, his spirit and ideology attracted many others, and a group of wizards joined in.

They carried on the first wizard’s will, striving to search, or rather to build, that place.

And this place, they called it— Schiper!"

"..Later, ’Schiper’ also became the name of that organization."

"There are many legends about ’Schiper’ left on the continent, but few people know..."

"Schiper" helplessly shrugged, "’Schiper’ was never just about one person."

"Of course, you’re not wrong in calling me ’Schiper,’ because every wizard of ’Schiper,’ when walking outside, calls themselves ’Schiper’...."

"Buzz—"

Ronan’s mind was shaken, this truth struck him as deeply as the ancient Golden Kingdom rising before his eyes.

He had always thought that Schiper was a wizard with unparalleled talent and strength.

Now he realized that "Schiper" was actually the name of a dreamland only existing in ancient fantasies.

He had heard, and even personally encountered, too many legends about "Schiper" to count.

Schiper seemed to dabble in every domain, alchemy, forging, runes, potions... Excellent in every type of spell, space, metal, illusion...

Thinking carefully, yes, human capacity is limited, how could one person support the research in so many fields with their time, energy, and wisdom.

If it were a group of people, it would be much more reasonable...

Ronan fell into a long silence, "Schiper" quietly watching him, seemingly waiting for him to digest this news.

After an unknown duration, Ronan’s voice sounded again.

"So..."

He raised his head, calmly looking at the young man in front of him, "When two or more ’Schipers’ meet each other, how do they address each other?"

"Uh..."

The young man hesitated, then laughed and said: "Are you asking for my real name?

You can call me— ’Alchemist.’"

"Alchemist.."

Ronan silently repeated the name, looking around at the golden sand sea, finding this name quite fitting for the man who had always chased the dream of gold.

"So, is the way you look now also false?"

Ronan spoke.

The young man nodded, the clear and bright gem-like eyes revealing a hint of age, and he answered softly: "My appearance, my voice... Everything is shaped based on your imagination, because you think I should be like this, so I became like this...

As for my real appearance..."

The young man shook his head, "It’s been too long, so long that even I myself have forgotten what I originally looked like..."

"Perhaps, as a messy old man with a beard always reaching to the ground..."

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