Alibuda Era Prequel 2

II. Wand 2

Perhaps it's because I've always felt that what I've done in the past has simply been quietly awaiting my death. So I didn't think much about the homepage's warning, just smiled and flipped past it. I locked myself in my little room and read it for three days and three nights. Lustful magic originates from the fundamental energy of living beings; it's magic that uses an energy called libido to attack.

This seems good at first glance, because this energy, extracted directly from the source of matter, is often quite powerful, and the power that can be developed from oneself and the enemy is not limited by circumstances. However, this also means that if not controlled properly, the backlash of magic can be very dangerous. Anyone who has studied magic knows that energy in this world is conserved. Spells cast on enemies will naturally cause the same damage to the caster.

It's just that magicians are used to dealing with this kind of energy, so their reaction is smaller. Just as those who study poisons always have better resistance to poison, fire magicians always tend to stay in hotter places to enhance their heat resistance, while dark magicians usually cannot stand strong light. Of course, even so, magicians often possess strong physiques to endure unimaginable pain. Examples of the dangerous consequences of powerful spells backfiring are not unique in the history of magic, even among highly skilled magicians. I had no idea about the power or method of backfiring in erotic magic, just as I had no idea what "sex" or "libido" were.

The spellbook didn't tell me this, only providing a complex description of various uses of sexual energy, with two pages at the end of each spell depicting various incomprehensible gestures and postures, mostly of two human figures. I didn't know their purpose, but I guessed they were probably about two-person combined magic. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly at those two pages I would use most often later. "No, just reading books like this won't be enough; there are too many things I don't understand." The more I thought about it, the less confident I became. I had to go out and try to find some opportunities for practice. At the very least, I needed to understand what sex was and what erotic magic was.

"An alarm?" I heard a harsh shout. The busy goddess of fortune seemed to finally be smiling upon me, the one forgotten in that dark corner known as misfortune. For the first time in my life, I liked this jarring melody.

My father forbade those who hadn't finished their studies from going into battle, because it would only lead to their deaths, and more importantly, it would give those heroes unnecessary experience, making them even stronger.

But this attack gave me a chance to put it into practice. I pushed open the tightly sealed door and strolled towards the entrance. The invaders were a standard four-person unit: a warrior, a mage, a monk, and a knight—a formation that could attack or defend. They shouted, "Die, you demon!" and charged forward. Admittedly, they did have some skill, and their coordination was clearly not as clumsy as those hastily assembled ragtag armies. But against the seasoned guards of the castle, their strength was simply insufficient.

The knight in the lead was a handsome young man with elegant swordsmanship and speed.

"He's charging too fast," I muttered to myself. Sure enough, he failed to see through the skeleton soldiers' decoy and was cleverly separated from the main force. They were quickly surrounded by three skeleton soldiers and cleaved into a bloody pulp.

"Brother!" the monk in the group cried out in anguish, rapidly chanting a resurrection spell.

"A woman?" I was taken aback. "A resurrection spell can at most heal large wounds quickly; it can't actually turn a bloody mess back into a human." I scoffed inwardly. The resurrection spell, of course, had no effect, but because they had to divert their attention to chanting such a mentally and physically exhausting spell, the divine barrier that had previously covered them was noticeably weakened. Now, the dark guards all rushed in, and the warriors and mages instantly became like their companion, the knight.

"Stop!" I shouted. "Leave that monk to me; she's material for my magical research." Seeing that the opportunity I had finally gained was about to vanish again, I couldn't help but feel anxious.

"Do as he says." The one who spoke was my former swordsmanship teacher, "Sword Demon," who had received instructions from my father to cooperate with my actions.

"Ah, thank you, teacher." I slowly walked over, and the skeleton soldiers all lowered their weapons to make way for me. The monk was clearly still recovering from her state of waiting for death with her eyes closed. She just stood there in astonishment, perhaps wondering how a human could be mixed among demons. I grabbed her hand and led her back to my room.

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