Warlock Apprentice

It was a towering and flourishing tree that reached all the way into the sky. People couldn’t see the tip of it, but they still felt their minds soothed as the tree leaves rustled gently in the wind.

Slowly, countless green spots emerged from the tree, and when the tree finally stopped growing, the spots went scattering away like dandelion bristles.

The magic array protecting the area glowed and forced all the shiny spots to come to the ground. Each spot would then enter someone’s body. Those staying in the golden zone was, of course, the first ones to enjoy the green spots. But this time, instead of the pleasurable and divine sensation, they were immediately tortured by great agony. Someone with weaker endurance was already writhing and rolling on the ground.

The silence in the area was soon replaced by painful screaming.

Even Keely, who usually remain calm and unruffled, was sweating badly as her eyebrows knitted into a twisted frown.

Compared to most people, Angor seemed rather fine.

The green spots basically had no effect on him. These spots were essentially used for purifying impurities hidden in energy entities. To wizards, their “energy” referred to their mana and spiritual power. However, thanks to Singularity Dispersive Meditation, Angor’s mana capacity was greater than what the green spots could manage. And since the green spots couldn’t work against such a large amount of mana reserve, Angor wasn’t affected by their power at all.

The spots did affect Angor’s spirit power just a little. And to Angor, such mild pain was completely manageable since it was almost nothing compared to what the strange wall inside Nightmare Realm brought to him.

Should I pretend that I’m in pain? Otherwise, people will think that I didn’t get anything from the purification. That would be sad.

He made up his mind and made an “ahh” sound as loudly as he could.

Despite his true intention, it looked more like he just got a brain fart. Luckily, no one was in the right condition to see his foolish act.

He then cleared his throat and decided not to make any sound. He copied Keely’s expression by frowning as best as he could so that people would assume that he was distressed.

Unknown to him, everything was fully recorded by the giant screen.

Again, Angor was lucky enough that only a few people noticed his attempt since Lawson ordered the screen to show the entire Altar of Demise. Among all the suffering apprentices, Angor was not really eye-catching.

These few people included several wizards who always focused on Angor’s condition, such as Mithra and Muse.

And when they saw Angor feigning his “painful scream”, they were all at a loss of words at the boy’s stupid performance.

Sabot escaped from the great embarrassment first by rubbing his temples. So that’s why Sunders didn’t come… He knew that his new student is a little nitwit.

Mithra finally lost it and began to laugh out loud. “HA! Such a pity that Yeliya isn’t here to watch the boy!”

Muse was also smiling joyfully, but with a completely different reason—what he recorded just now could be well used to threaten the boy later.

Angor’s funny act was only a trifle matter that they would soon forget. Compared to this, they all silently noted down a bigger question in their minds—Why is this boy completely unaffected by soul purification?

The only explanation for this was that Angor’s soul quality was extremely good and was probably at the same level as some of the strongest soul-manipulator apprentices.

But is that possible?

Nobody could tell for sure.

In the end, people made a conclusion that Angor had been intentionally training his soul because the boy seemed pretty good at soul ejection.