Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes-Chapter 16: The Strange Call

"Secondly, as a player on Blue Star, the entirely different knowledge system of another world can also provide me with immense help."

"Thirdly, as the fourth son of the Olivendi Family, before the family's downfall, this identity is my strongest backing. If used appropriately, it can unleash astonishing energy!"

"Fourthly, even as a former Seventh Rank Master Mage and Royal Scholar, without powerful magic power and spiritual power, the most critical knowledge and experience still remain, which is an invaluable precious asset!"

"Fifthly, although the enemies are exceptionally powerful, they will not descend in the short term, allowing several decades to prepare."

The title of Master Mage is not a professional level but an honorary title, representing a polymath among mages.

Only those who have attained certain achievements in all subdivisions of their current school's magic can be designated this title by the Empire Royal Magic Association.

Magic is vast, and in today's highly-developed magic schools, an ordinary spellcaster can only barely master their specialized subdivision throughout their life.

Only true geniuses can achieve development in all subdivisions of a particular school.

Having analyzed his five major advantages, Anvis was still worried, but he felt somewhat relieved.

The current situation was quite tricky, but fortunately, he still had ample preparation time.

According to his memories, not all external threats were aimed at the family, but the old noble class, represented by the Four Great Families, had grown too large, blocking everyone's path.

Like an ancient primeval forest, those towering trees of the old nobles blocked most of the sunlight, rainwater, and nutrients.

For the shorter trees to grow, a major fire must completely burn away the towering trees of the old nobles, so they can absorb the rich nutrients left in the embers and grow into new towering trees.

He gradually calmed down, carefully analyzing the new memories, seeking possible breakthroughs.

The stroke of luck in misfortune was that Little Anvis's wish was merely to restore the glory of the Olivendi Family.

This meant he didn't have to confront the new era directly, only finding a way to maintain the Olivendi Family amidst the tide.

Solely preserving the Olivendi Family, based on the future developments in his memory, he already had some vague plans.

The only problem was the person who surpassed the Ninth Rank, Anvis still had no strategy.

In the face of absolute power, all tactics lose their meaning.

That figure cast a huge shadow over Little Anvis, and even now, recalling it caused Anvis's body to instinctively shiver with a hint of fear.

Or perhaps, he could gather raw materials using the family's resources to create a mega ton-level matter-energy conversion bomb through magical means?

But the opponent wasn't foolish; as long as they teleported several hundred kilometers away upon sensing danger, they could completely evade the blast radius and enjoy a spectacular fireworks show.

Unless there was some method to disrupt his teleportation, but the opponent's strength had already surpassed the Ninth Rank Limit, and common spatial confinements might not work. Moreover, a nuclear explosion might not necessarily kill him...

Anvis also considered setting up a device similar to an anti-magic field, but the principle of such a field is actually suppression and obstruction.

In other words, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you want this field to take effect, you must constantly invest energy equal to the total magic power existing within the field.

It's easy to understand—it's like trying to inflate a balloon underwater, the balloon must constantly withstand the pressure of the water.

The problem with the energy source is solvable by using the Elemental Pool of a Mage Tower, but the real issue lies in the materials used to delineate the array.

Among the materials known to Anvis, none can withstand the constant energy output beyond the Ninth Rank Limit,

After pondering for a while without a solution, Anvis raised his head and looked toward the reading area.

There stood a lavish grandfather clock, an antique from the Ancient Magic Empire period.

The dark silver dial had intricately carved black hands that rotated steadily, producing a faint yet continuous ticking sound.

"Has it been a whole Magic Time already?"

Pausing for a moment, Anvis then prepared to get up.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a weak but alluring magical aura emanating from a direction in the Book Collection Room.

It seemed something familiar to him was persistently calling him from that location.

Previously during the chaotic disturbance of his new memories, Anvis had completely missed noticing this aura.

But once he calmed down, this peculiar call stood out like a black mole on pale skin, immediately capturing his attention.

Confused yet sensing the source of the aura, Anvis received a cold, strange feedback mingled with a sense of familiarity.

"This feeling... it's somewhat like that mysterious energy, yet slightly different."

Anvis's expression tightened slightly, a trace of astonishment and suspicion flickering deep in his blue eyes.

There was no such experience in his past memories, in other words, his transference had triggered some special changes!

"Previously, I've read the books here daily without any anomalies. But today, I'm clearly sensing this aura; there are only two possibilities."

"One, new books have been added to the Book Collection Room. Two, it's related to the changes in me from the last day."

Anvis took out a silver metal nameplate and called up the list in the Book Collection Room for a careful check.

"The array in the Book Collection Room shows no records of new books, ruling out the first possibility.

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As for the two major changes in me, I have acquired the complete memories of my past life and absorbed all the mysterious energy."

For some reason, Anvis instinctively felt a strong sense of arrangement amidst this sequence of events.

Is this also the effect of the Wish Technique?

With this thought, Anvis closed his eyes, carefully sensing the direction of the call, and slowly walked forward.

He didn't relax because of it; Little Anvis's wish was to restore the glory of the Olivendi Family, not to ensure his own eternal survival.

After passing through many rows of shelves exuding an ancient aura, Anvis stopped.

Before him was the poetry collection section on the lowest level of the Book Collection Room, where the original exquisite volumes collected by past family members, with high artistic and collectible value, were displayed.

At this moment, his gaze slowly swept over the numerous ancient books and eventually fixed on one with a dark green spine.

"It seems to be it, the source of the aura."

Anvis quietly observed the book, the silver metal plate at his waist gleamed slightly.

Invisible magic formed a subtle spell effect, causing the book to automatically slide out from the shelf and fall into his hands.

Upon receiving the book, an extremely uncomfortable, slimy touch akin to a cold-bodied creature emanated from it, causing Anvis to frown.

He returned to his usual spot, carefully examining the thick book under the soft, pale light of the Magic Crystal Chandelier.

It was an ancient tome roughly ten inches long, eight inches wide, and two inches thick. Its cover was made of a dark green material resembling biological skin, etched with strange patterns.

The corners and parts of the spine were bound with dull, unknown metals, and a wide strap made of the same dark green skin and dull metal held the cover and back cover tightly together, resembling a form of sealing.

Two lines of pale silver High Elf script were written in an ornate ancient font at the center of the cover, adding a touch of elegance to the ominous tome.

The back of the book was engraved with a sun emblem, featuring a textured solid circle in pale silver, surrounded by a ring of spikes of varying lengths.

While gazing at it, Anvis could even feel a faint warmth.

"Poem of Hill?"