Age of Adepts

As Greem made his choice, four law runes circling the red crystal fell apart without a single sound.

Greem felt a stinging pain in his mind as the runes disintegrated. The fire laws correlating to these runes were wiped away by a mysterious force. The laws were wiped away thoroughly. All of the knowledge and experience that Greem had concerning those laws vanished as well.

Increased Fire Effectiveness, Fire’s Fragility, Critical Fires, Fire’s Resilience; these fire laws that other fire adepts would die to get their hands on vanished, just like that.

Not a single trace of them remained!

Meanwhile, the four remaining law runes represented Increased Fire Range, Fire Penetration, Invisible Flames, and Fire’s Blast. They continued to circle around the red crystal formed from his consciousness core. They continued to tremble and struggle, refusing to be bound and assimilated in this fashion.

However, at this moment, a blinding sun suddenly appeared in this blazing world, slowly sinking from the crimson sky above.

The Orb of the Fire God.

Even though the information available was crude and simple, Greem could already guess at Obiola’s purpose in meeting him.

The only item of all those he had revealed since he arrived at the Adept’s Association that could have attracted this summoner was that……

In all honesty, Greem wasn’t too eager about a trade like this.

After all, at his level, there were very few things that could attract his desire. Moreover, he already had the Orb of the Fire God and the Libram of Wisdom, which he had yet to devour fully. These two Fifth Grade items alone made him far more powerful than most Fourth Grade adepts.

Greem would not be afraid even if he ran into a peak Fourth Grade powerhouse.

Even here, at the heart of the Adept’s Association, Greem was confident in being able to escape, as long as the Association wasn’t ultimately openly hostile against him. He could escape alive as long as he wasn’t swarmed by dozens of Fourth Grade adepts while suppressed by a top-class adept tower.

That was the real reason why Greem was so fearless in coming here!

Greem’s wasn’t exactly passionate about this request for a meeting.

He lifted his arm and sniffed his slightly smelly robe. He turned and headed to the bathroom without any hesitation.

Four hours later, the refreshed Greem opened his barrier, hungry and looking for food. He summoned the servants of the tower and had them deliver a sumptuous feast of magical meat.

Fourth Grade adepts, in particular elementium adepts, had mostly accomplished the elementiumization of their bodies to some extent. When necessary, they could simply devour magical crystals to maintain or replenish their energy reserves.

Compared to magical crystals, there was simply too little energy contained in food.

For a Fourth Grade adept to fill their terrifying energy reserves, they would have to eat several tons of food. Moreover, most foods contained only fragments of life energy. The energy required to convert the food into high-energy substances through the inefficient human digestive system was tremendous.

Fourth Grade adepts could only recover their exhausted energy by consuming the flesh of high-energy magical creatures. It was also quite difficult and tiring to hunt such animals.

However, as the largest adept organization of the World of Adepts, the Adept’s Association had numerous resource planes. Since the Black Forest’s magical creatures were too powerful and hard to capture, they simply moved to a lesser plane and bred weaker magical creatures as livestock.

An entire plane dedicated to breeding these magical creatures allowed their numbers to increase exponentially.

Obviously, there were adept parties responsible for harvesting these specially bred magical creatures. An entire system of gathering high-energy food was constructed in this manner.

If Greem had not established an outpost in Lance and obtained a steady supply of dragon meat, he would not have been able to build such a sturdy Physique.

However, just as Greem was digging into his feast, an uninvited guest showed up outside his door.

“Adept Greem, this is Obiola. You should be able to see me now, right?”

Greem hesitated for a moment when he sensed Obiola’s message. Finally, he opened the door of the room.

This room belonged to the Tower of Observation. It was a property of the Adept’s Association.

However, as a guest of the Association, this room was regarded as Greem’s personal territory as long as he stayed here. Even with the title of an Association elder, Obiola could not enter by force.

That was basic courtesy between adepts!

The door opened suddenly, and a muscular man strode into the room. He saw Greem stuffing his face and froze momentarily. An expression of understanding then appeared on his face.

“Perfect timing. I was getting hungry as well! How about it, Sir Greem, could you treat me to a meal?” Obiola was clearly a straightforward person. His loud voice rumbled throughout the entire hall.