Chapter 83: Deducing the Fireball Spell

Chapter 83: Simulating the Fireball Spell

Lord Oats praised those who had made outstanding contributions at the victory banquet, rewarding them with vast treasures and gold.

When the ball ended, Leina parted ways with Livi, hurrying off to find her master.

Livi stood at the gate, breathing in the cold wind, the lingering softness and warmth still faintly felt upon his palm.

"The world is chaotic, dangers lurk everywhere—only the strong can stand firm."

"Strength is the foundation of everything."

Compared to the anxious dread he once felt when weak and drawn into trouble,

facing the mighty Orm, all he could do then was splatter blood across his foe.

Now, the whirlpools of danger around him were far greater than before—but he remained calm, composed.

All because of his strength.

With his current power, he could walk away at any moment.

Possessing combat strength rivaling that of a second-rank mage, he would never lack for comfort wherever he went.

Back in the mage’s tower, Livi meditated, trained, striving ceaselessly to grow stronger.

Late into the night, he slipped into the dream realm.

Burning the midnight oil, he practiced the minor fireball spell with relentless focus.

After a long while, his spirit trembled—suddenly, profound insights flooded his mind.

Places once obscure now became crystal clear.

[Minor Fireball Spell (Zero-Rank Perfection)] 0/∞

A smile spread across Livi’s face. At last, perfection had been achieved.

With a mere thought, a tiny flame flickered to life at his fingertip.

The flame swelled rapidly, in an instant becoming a small fireball.

Then the fireball continued expanding, growing into a massive one.

In moments, a blazing sphere over a meter in diameter hovered before him.

Previously, this had been his absolute limit.

Restricted by his mental energy and mastery of the spell, he could only channel one-third of his magical power into the fireball.

But now, the great fireball kept swelling.

Before long, half of his magic power surged into it.

The fireball's diameter stretched to two meters.

He raised his hand—the orange-red inferno roared above his head like a sun.

"Simulate the First-Rank Fireball Spell!"

Drawing upon the profound understanding gained from perfecting the minor fireball, Livi began refining and evolving the first-rank fireball, forging a spell uniquely his own.

Thanks to having mastered the basic form of the first-rank technique early on,

the simulation progressed smoothly.

Absorbing and internalizing the conceptual framework of the first-rank fireball model, Livi crafted his own version.

"The fireball is too large, its power too scattered—impractical for concealment," he mused.

With a shift of consciousness, he perceived the path forward.

Further enhance the maximum potential of charged power, reduce the size after charging—concentrate force, increase stealth.

As for the elemental fluctuations generated during charging, his current knowledge fell short.

That problem would have to wait—until deeper insight came with time.

The two-meter fireball began compressing, shrinking steadily.

At last, it condensed into a sphere no larger than a basketball—similar in size to an ordinary fireball.

Yet its color had shifted from orange-red to deep amber, its light brighter, sharper, almost blinding.

It no longer resembled a fireball—it looked more like a searing lamp.

And its power had become terrifying.

Through refinement and enhancement, this amber fireball now contained seventy percent of Livi’s magical energy.

Its destructive force was several times greater than his previous charged attacks.

With a thought, the most formidable enemy he’d ever encountered in dreams appeared before him—a peak second-rank nightmare orc.

This very creature had once forced the mage El to self-destruct within the dream.

A testament to its horrifying might.

Livi hurled the amber fireball forward.

Whoosh!

Boom—crash!

Blinding white light consumed his vision. He stared straight ahead, unflinching.

An impenetrable wall of air before him deflected every spark and shockwave.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Rolling heat warped the air above the blast zone.

Dust and smoke filled the cratered ground.

With a thought, the smoke dispersed swiftly, revealing the center.

The nightmare orc was gone—utterly erased, even its nightmare core annihilated.

On the earth lay a crater over ten meters wide, two or three meters deep.

The soil within had been scorched into brittle clumps.

By compressing the fireball, its explosive power had grown even more devastating—its range expanded.

A satisfied smile touched Livi’s lips.

"This… is the true Explosive Fireball Spell."

The Explosive Fireball was a second-rank fire spell, emphasizing blast intensity over raw elemental damage.

But now, compressed and refined, the explosion was staggering—and the fire element itself lost none of its ferocity.

Livi gazed intently. In the air, fading traces of residual fire elements coalesced into glowing script:

[Crystal Meditation Method (First-Rank)] 623/10000

[Fireball Spell (First-Rank, Initial Mastery)] 3000/10000

[Invisible Armor Spell (First-Rank, Initial Mastery)] 142/10000

[Great Dream Soaring Technique (Zero-Rank)] 9540/10000

[Shadow Tendril Surgery (First Tier, Novice)] 400/1000

[Ice Arrow Technique (Zero Tier, Mastery)] 420/2000

[Stone Respiration Method (Novice)] 630/1000

After the evolution of *Minor Fireball* into *Fireball*, their cultivation progress merged.

The mastery of *Fireball* now reflected its evolutionary advancement.

Now, this *Fireball* was no longer the common spell—it was an entirely new one, uniquely Li Wei’s own, unlike any first-tier *Fireball* learned by other mages.

Yet the old knowledge remained; he could still cast both the ordinary *Fireball* and *Minor Fireball*.

Li Wei gazed at the glowing characters before him, pondering his next move.

Cultivating magical energy remained paramount—daily, essential, non-negotiable.

Evolving *Fireball* and *Invisible Armor Spell* could wait for now.

With his supernatural traits amplifying them, both spells already far surpassed the power of typical first-tier magic.

For the time being, steady, gradual refinement would suffice.

His eyes swept across *Fireball*, *Invisible Armor*, *Shadow Tendril*…

“Right now, I lack a proper escape spell.”

After brief contemplation, Li Wei resolved to seek a flight spell.

When others couldn’t fly, flight itself became the ultimate means of escape.

Without special abilities, flight spells were nearly the only way for adventurers to soar.

Most, even at higher ranks, could never achieve flight—those who did relied on external aids:

a high-rank knight’s flying mount, or rare magical artifacts.

If Li Wei could ascend hundreds of meters into the sky, even Ao’en would pose no threat.

A flying mage was, to grounded opponents, nothing short of a dimensional superiority.

Yet flight, even for mages, was no simple feat.

Among low-tier spells, only the third-tier *Wings of the Wind Spirit* granted true flight.

The zero-tier *Breath of Wind* merely enhanced movement speed.

The first-tier *Wind Path* allowed swift gliding just above the ground—barely more than skimming.

The second-tier *Wind Spiral* hurled enemies into the air.

Even for Li Wei, taking flight wouldn’t be easy.

He shifted his thinking.

If no suitable low-tier flight spell existed—then he would create one.

Once a zero-tier spell reached perfection, he could build upon its foundational concept, refining and evolving it into a higher-tier model tailored to his needs.

After long deliberation, Li Wei chose a zero-tier spell as his foundation—one not of wind,

not even remotely related to flight.

(End of Chapter)