Chapter 50: Chain Lesser Fireball Spell!

Chapter 50: Chain Fireball Spell!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One after another, four or five small fireballs shot toward Levi.

Levi tried to manipulate the dream to resist—but failed.

He dodged frantically, casting his own spell in return.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Two fireballs missed, but the remaining three struck him squarely, blasting him backward through the air.

Levi lay sprawled on the ground, motionless—seemingly dead.

Rota approached cautiously, stepping forward to check whether the orc was truly slain.

Suddenly, the orc opened its mouth and spat out a fireball.

Rota froze in shock. What kind of orc was this? Could orcs even breathe fire?

Boom!

Rota was hurled backward, his form vanishing from the dream.

Levi scrambled to his feet, snatched up the memory shard Rota had dropped upon disappearing, then turned and fled.

In his dream, Rota saw himself killed by a bizarre, monstrous orc—and jolted awake with a gasp.

Surrounded by familiar sights, he realized it had only been a nightmare.

He exhaled deeply. “Just a dream… thank the stars.”

“But dreaming of such an omen before departure—it can’t be good. No, I must prepare more safeguards.”

Startled fully awake, Rota’s dream shattered. Countless gray mists surged into the jungle, devouring everything in their path. Behind the mist stretched an endless, boundless darkness.

Levi returned to his room just before the gray fog and darkness consumed all.

“Hah… I didn’t expect that dream to be so extraordinary.”

“It seems Master Rota is deeply afraid of danger.”

Levi sat in his chair, gazing at the memory shard in his palm, beginning to absorb its contents.

Perhaps because Rota had only ever used the Chain Fireball Spell,

the memory shard contained nothing but knowledge related to that very technique.

After fully digesting the information, Levi mastered the Chain Fireball Spell.

His superior proficiency in the basic Fireball Spell—greater than Rota’s—allowed him to grasp the advanced version effortlessly.

Studying Rota’s modifications to the spell model, Levi couldn’t help but murmur in admiration: “Brilliant!”

He constructed the spell model anew, invoking the Chain Fireball Spell.

One by one, small fireballs burst from his hands, then began circling his body like orbiting stars.

Levi released seven fireballs in one breath.

Seven blazing orbs whirled around him ceaselessly, like seven stars guarding a celestial sovereign.

A smile tugged at Levi’s lips.

Thanks to his Perfected-tier mana, his spell model was exceptionally stable—allowing him to conjure far more fireballs than others.

From Rota’s modifications, Levi glimpsed ambition—a hunger for power.

Theoretically, following Rota’s design, the Chain Fireball Spell could generate fireballs endlessly—until the caster’s mana ran dry.

Imagine unleashing one’s entire reservoir in a single, devastating barrage—an overwhelming storm of fire.

Even a mere apprentice mage could then threaten a second-rank professional.

The weakest apprentices could launch ten consecutive fireballs.

Veteran apprentices might sustain twenty or thirty without strain.

Currently, Levi could release up to forty-five fireballs in succession.

If he unleashed them all at once, over forty fireballs exploding in rapid succession would be enough to obliterate any second-tier opponent.

Yet ideals often remained just that—ideals.

Even with Perfected-tier mana, Levi could only manage seven in a continuous stream.

With a thought, a snow bear nightmare materialized in the room.

Levi summoned it within the dream to test the Chain Fireball Spell’s true might.

The seven fireballs surrounding him screamed forward, streaking toward the beast.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fireball after fireball slammed into the snow bear, detonating violently, tearing its body apart again and again.

Even with its formidable regeneration, the creature could not withstand such relentless bombardment.

When the explosions finally ceased, the snow bear had vanished—only wreckage remained.

Levi smiled. Had he possessed this spell earlier, he wouldn’t have needed to risk using the self-destructing fireball against the snow bear.

With another thought, the ruined battlefield restored itself into his bedroom.

“The Chain Fireball Spell excels at suppressing enemies and handling groups, while the Charged Fireball Spell is better suited for powerful single targets.”

Levi stroked his chin in contemplation.

“As my mental strength grows, the self-destruct spell has evolved—from mutual annihilation to merely injuring the enemy heavily while sustaining minor damage myself.”

He extended his right hand. In his palm, a fireball swelled rapidly.

He strained to contain its violent expansion, focusing his spirit to confine the blast entirely in front of him.

Boom!

A terrifying shockwave erupted outward.

Most of the explosion fanned forward in a wide arc, a cone of searing flame consuming everything in its path.

Fragments of fire burst sideways from Levi’s flanks, briefly engulfing his figure.

He waved a hand—the ravaged room instantly returned to pristine order.

“If I trigger the explosion before the spell model collapses on its own, I can control most of the force, reducing self-damage to about twenty percent.”

“The downside? The power diminishes—roughly 4.5 times that of a standard fireball.”

“Compared to the fivefold power of ‘kill a thousand, lose eight hundred,’ this slight reduction is acceptable.”

Smiling, Levi withdrew from the dream world.

He realized then another hidden benefit of the dream realm—

He could recklessly experiment with spells, practice magic without restraint in the world of dreams.

Li Wei rarely ever used his full strength at the spell training grounds anymore.

He didn’t want to reveal too much.

Besides, certain dangerous spells could only be practiced within dreams—

such as Self-Destructing Fireball.

Only in life-or-death moments, when no other options remained, would Li Wei resort to this technique.

Under normal circumstances, he’d never risk practicing such a perilous spell.

But inside the dream realm, everything was different.

Within his own dreams, he was a god—free to do as he pleased, omnipotent and unbound.

Even if injured, he could heal instantly.

Outside his bedroom, though he could still manipulate the dream to some extent, he was no longer a deity but a mere dreamwalker.

A dreamwalker could become aware of the dream and harness its power,

yet had to abide by the dream’s rules, never rising above the dream’s master.

The next day, at six in the morning, before dawn broke.

Faint light shimmered at the horizon.

The company from the Mage Tower had already assembled.

Martin stood atop the steps, scanning the group. “Move out!”

He led the way, guiding them toward the city gate.

On the streets, shadows were few and far between.

Following the line, Li Wei reached the gate and saw two or three hundred people gathered beneath the walls—

all of them extraordinary practitioners.

“Li Wei, so busy lately? Haven’t had time to visit me at all,”

Alan teased, approaching him.

Seeing Alan, Li Wei suddenly remembered their previous arrangement to meet.

But indeed, these past days had been hectic—he’d completely forgotten.

Li Wei quickly apologized with a smile: “Forgive me, Magus Alan. I’ve been deeply immersed in spell cultivation; truly, I had no time.”

Alan glared at Alan, his expression darkening. “What are you doing here, Alan?”

Alan chuckled. “Heh, I’m now the chief instructor of the City Lord’s Mage Training Corps. What do you think I’m here for?”

Upon hearing this, Alan’s face changed instantly.

(End of Chapter)