Chapter 241 – Space Saint Magus (1/2)

“What, not satisfied that you’re the only one who can use it?” Lucas was speechless when he saw Fatty’s expression. “Teleporting directly to Black Tortoise City thanks to the tens of millions of gold coins worth of my materials, and you’re not satisfied?”

Hearing this amount again, Fatty had a change of thought. The Spatial Spoon is a valuable Divine remnant, but it should be worth that much right? Even a complete Divine item would cost so much at most.

“There’s nothing strange about this.” Reck chuckled. “The value of an item depends on the person as well. If my guess is right, Lucas, you must want this spoon to rank up to Saint Magus?”

“Haha, you’re right.” Lucas finished the drawing and stood up. “I’ve stopped at Grand Magus for too long now. Recently, I’ve touched some profound mysteries regarding the next realm. If I can thoroughly study this Divine remnant, I’m eighty percent sure to advance to Saint Magus.”

“It’s that hard to rank up to Saint Magus?” Fatty asked in amazement.

“It’s not just hard. It’s desperate.” Reck glanced at Fatty. “From the 6th class enhancement, every rank-up needs a special opportunity, or a stroke of luck, because it’s more than just a simple rise in level. That’s why it’s especially difficult for the case of Saint Magus; because it’s a rank behind only the most powerful existence, the realm of God.”

According to the rules, up until the 5th enhancement, the players only need to complete the class enhancement mission to advance. From the 6th enhancement and up, however, a certain lucky chance was required. At the moment, no player had reached the 6th enhancement, so no one knew about this information. Once someone reached that level, this should bring about a huge change.

In that case, I have to hoard up some more uncommon items. Fatty inwardly reminded himself.

Lucas spent roughly three hours to draw the formation. Then, he arranged the various magic spirit stones, placed three pieces of Magic Origin at the center, and the portal was complete.

“It’s done!” Lucas clapped his hands and told Fatty to check.

Fatty couldn’t tell anything from looking at it. If he wanted to teleport, he still had to go to the Black Tortoise City Lord Manor and ask to establish the connection.

“Thank you, master.” Fatty offered the Spatial Spoon with two hands.

Finally obtaining the Spatial Spoon, Lucas was overjoyed. Even his bald head flushed red from excitement.

“Excellent! It indeed holds a portion of spatial rules within!” Lucas was thrilled. He began to study the Spoon on the spot – right next to the newly built Teleportation Portal.

Bzzz!

A strange occurrence suddenly broke out. In the space around Lucas, wave upon wave of ripples spread out alongside occasional spatial rifts over a meter long.

Szz…

More and more spatial rifts emerged. What’s more, the rifts gradually expanded and devoured everything around Lucas while also spreading outwards.

“Master, master! The portal!” Fatty hastily called out.

Lucas swept Fatty a glance. Then, a halo radiated at his feet. The space grand magus vanished on the spot and re-appeared mid-air several meters away.

Rumble!

The rifts superimposed until a final, massive, crescent rift over a hundred meters long was formed and swept forth.

Wretched screams echoed from the distance. The massive spatial rift had swept the various monsters within the cloud into nothingness, leaving behind an empty area.

Lucas’ long beard fluttered before his chest despite the absence of wind. His bald head was full of sweat, and his expression suggested that he was under an enormous strain.

The Spatial Spoon hovering before Lucas repeatedly vanished one second and reappeared in the next. In the process, it kept emitting a white light that streamed into Lucas’ body.

Hoo… The Spoon suddenly burst with a blinding light along with an unknown fluctuation. Reck’s face instantly changed.

“Move back! That’s God-tier space power!”

“AHH! My Holy Spirit Island! Master Lucas, please move further away!” Fatty had retreated to a far distance when he saw the residual force of the fluctuation swept onto the Holy Spirit Island. Instantly, the edge of the isle was smashed into large pieces of rock, before the rocks quickly turned into fine dust and vanished in the air.

“He can’t hear you. You must move the island away!” Reck shouted.

Before Reck’s reminder, Fatty already used his owner identity to urge the huge isle into operation and steered it away from Lucas.

The Godly space power kept surging out. When it touched a drifting corpse of some monster near Lucas, the corpse soundlessly turned into ashes.

“That’s the power of space? Formidable!” Fatty had left the Holy Spirit Island to come back and observe.

“That’s only the remnants of God-tier space power, but just this bit still isn’t something we can touch.” Reck’s eyes revealed envy and admiration. “This is what they call ‘all roads lead to Rome.’ Every branch of magic, when cultivated to the highest level, will all be capable of destroying Heaven and Earth with even the tiniest movement.”

Properly sitting cross-legged in the air, Lucas’ outfit swayed without wind. His white beard fluttered in a very sage-like and otherworldly fashion. Only, the constant spatial fluctuation around him plus the occasional rifts clearly showed how dangerous of a character he was.

“He still hasn’t ranked up?” Fatty was a bit nervous.

“No need to be anxious. He has waited for several decades. Waiting a little bit longer is nothing,” Reck said.

“Master, what tier are you?” Fatty suddenly asked.

“Me? Cough… My sole interest is alchemy. I don’t care for cultivation at all,” Reck replied.

“Oh, I see. So you’re not as strong as master Lucas.” Fatty nodded.

“Brat, what do you know.” Reck was instantly displeased. “I am an Alchemy Grandmaster! Do you know what ‘Alchemy Grandmaster’ means?!”

Not waiting for Fatty to reply, Reck went on, “Being an existence second to only Alchemy God, Alchemy Grandmaster is equal to the rank of Saint Magus.”

“That formidable?” Fatty looked dubiously at Reck. “I don’t believe you.”

“Pfff!” Reck truly wanted to cough up blood. He nearly lost control of the urge to poison the fatty to death. Swatting his arm, Reck decided to ignore him.