Chapter 701 - Everything Has Its Ups and Downs (1/2)

Chapter 701 Everything Has Its Ups and Downs

While the other organizations were poking around, Roland wasn’t idle, trying to find out his enemy in the way of a Mage.

“Tell me where the enemy’s organization is.” Roland used Lesser Benediction.

The small stick that was erected didn’t fall.

Instead, the magic power in the air vibrated, and Roland couldn’t help but cough a few times as Lesser Benediction failed and he suffered a slight magic recoil.

Is it because the organization has no name?

Roland considered the semantics of what he had just wished for and said instead, “I wish to be pointed in the direction of my enemy.”

The stick fell over and then rolled in a circle.

Roland’s expression was suddenly dumbstruck.

Of course, my enemies are in all directions, all over the world.

But that was normal when he thought about it. The enemy contained the meaning of being harmful to oneself.

Wild beasts, magical beasts, and so on might also be included.

Not to mention, even among the players, some people were quite annoyed with Roland and took an interest in hunting the experts of the server.

There would always be quite a few players who were into PVP.

For example, Principal Huang, a Warrior, was protected by many guild members and was still attacked three times, his attackers succeeding twice.

The hunt for Roland was delayed until now because of his spatial magic and his high level and great power, unlike Principal Huang, who only had a guild.

As for the Saint Samurai Schuck, they had even less desire to kill him.

For one thing, Schuck had a dragon and flew around all day.

The second was that he stayed in the Holy Realm all the time and rarely appeared outside. It was impossible for any other player but Schuck to blend in with the higher echelons of the Church of Light.

Roland thought for a moment and then continued, “I wish for Johnson’s master’s location!”

This time the stick came down again and then rolled in a circle again.

Oh… so Johnson has many masters?

“Looks like it’s troublesome not knowing the enemy’s true identity, even Lesser Benediction can’t help.”

Roland gave up.

Lesser Benediction had significant limitations.

Commands that were too complicated to understand and those that were too costly could not be realized.

What if it was Grand Benediction?

The problem was that Roland didn’t know Grand Benediction.

It seemed this was all that he could do now.

Besides, Roland didn’t think much of the Grand Benediction either.

It was said to be able to achieve any wish, even the resurrection.

But what if you used Grand Benediction to become a god!

It definitely wouldn’t work.

It was still a matter of energy strength.

And he might not be able to bear the subsequent side effects.

So, in the case of being able to bear its cost, both Grand and Lesser Benediction worked well, but there were limits to both.

It seemed like there was no opportune shortcut.

Roland gave up the idea of using benediction to find it and instead concentrated on studying magic. He wanted to optimize Teleportation and Magic Shield and reduce their casting requirement.

Another day of game time was over, and Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin.

After washing up, his mother already had breakfast ready.

Fish fillets and lean meat porridge with ginseng slices.

There were also steamed buns with goji berries.

Roland ate happily.

His mother sat across the table and said, “Ah Wei, you look a little pale and frail, you need to take care of your body… When will you bring the girl back for us to see?”

Roland’s face went green all of a sudden.

Now that he used Transform to Mana every day, how could he not be weak? If his mother hadn’t made him dishes to nourish and strengthen his back every day, he would probably be even weaker.

No… Looks like I can’t stop exercising, and I also have to take time to practice the Nourishment of Life.

Anyway, the framework of the secret base had been set up, so he didn’t have to go there every day all day. He only needed to go there for half a day.

He could strengthen his body and practice the Nourishment of Life instead.

In this way, the days went by, and about a month later, he finally finished optimizing the simple version of the Magic Shield.

The simple version of the Magic Shield had been made completely transparent to fit reality.

True and complete transparency.

The other thing was that the protection had dropped dramatically.

In the game, assuming enough magic power was used, the spell was estimated to be able to withstand four 410mm cannon blasts, but in reality, it would only be able to stop a Desert Eagle caliber bullet at best.

And it could at most block about twenty rounds; the difference was quite obvious.

But there was no way around it.

His body in reality didn’t have a high growth template. If it was calculated by the game’s values, it was estimated to be only 8 for Intelligence growth and about 6 for Spirit growth. The other stats were even worse, such as Constitution, which was estimated to be only about 4 points.

And his “level” was also low.

It didn’t matter, though, being able to cast spells now was an evolution in itself.

So Roland was content.

With the Magic Shield, Roland was much safer going into the underbrush.

He wouldn’t be afraid of miscanthus cutting him or vermin or anything like that.

And over time, the amenities of this suburban park were gradually being built.

After all, the rabbit country prided itself on the speed of building infrastructure.