Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

He wore a ghastly white mask, painted with distorted patterns in a dark red pigment.

It looked like countless, pained faces, screaming and stacked atop one another.

”The Doomsday Cult!”

A piece of information flashed through the lingering fragments of Wei Song’s memory.

They were traitors who had sided with the Abyssal Rift, a cancer festering within human society.

They specialized in capturing ordinary people who hadn’t undergone their Awakening, using them for blood sacrifices to please the ”god” they worshipped.

Just then, the black-robed man at the very front slowly raised his withered hands and began to chant a Spell.

His voice was hoarse and deep, the syllables bizarre, belonging to no known human language.

As the Spell progressed, the dark red, blood-like patterns on the stone platform suddenly lit up!

A dark red light emanated from the patterns, growing brighter and more blinding by the second.

The sickeningly sweet smell in the air suddenly intensified tenfold.

The force tugging at Ian’s Soul also surged violently!

It was like countless cold iron hooks sinking deep into his consciousness, about to rip his Soul from this body by brute force!

”Argh...”

Wei Song gritted his teeth. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto his collarbone.

He tried to mobilize the golden Spiritual Power in his mind.

With a flicker of his will, the Spiritual Power circulated through his body, bringing a faint trace of warmth.

The moment the golden Spiritual Power manifested outside his body, it rapidly dissipated.

’Damn it... It can’t be used to attack without integrating with this world’s Rules.’

This world had no Elemental Particles, no Magic Tide.

The Wizard World’s Witchcraft System was completely suppressed here.

That wisp of Spiritual Power was like a fish trapped in a bog, struggling futilely, unable to make a single ripple.

And once it was used up, it would probably take a very long time to recover.

’If this won’t work, then the only thing I can rely on is... the panel that followed me here, unrestricted by any Rules.’

Wei Song closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his Sea of Spirit.

The panel hovered there silently, emitting a soft glow.

He ”looked” at the panel, focusing his will.

[Faint Rule Fragment detected. Activate?]

’A Rule Fragment?’ Wei Song was shaken to his core.

’An ordinary civilian actually has a Rule Fragment in his body?’

’This is a treasure that even a Level Three Wizard would kill for.’

His gaze lowered. ’Activate! Activate it now!’

The instant Wei Song gave the command.

In front of the stone platform, the leading black-robed man spun around, nearly interrupting the Spell he was chanting.

His eyes, hidden in the shadows, glinted with shock and uncertainty.

He stared intently at Wei Song as a grayish-black Energy erupted from his body, forming a hazy shield around him.

’The Energy fluctuation... is very weak. Roughly equivalent to a High Level Apprentice in the Wizard World.’

’But in this world dominated by Superpowers, that’s the mark of a ”Level Two Superpower User.”’

Just a moment ago, his heart had suddenly hammered in his chest, as if a catastrophic disaster was about to befall him.

He sensed an extremely subtle fluctuation of Energy coming from Wei Song’s direction.

It was as if something dormant had been disturbed.

’Could it be? Is this sacrifice about to have his Awakening?’

At that moment, deep within Wei Song’s consciousness, the panel’s light flickered.

A current of heat surged from deep within his chest without any warning!

It wasn’t Spiritual Power, nor was it Witchcraft. It was some kind of more primal, more profound Energy.

Like subterranean magma, it instantly shattered its invisible shackles and coursed through Wei Song’s veins, reaching every corner of his body!

Everywhere it passed, it brought searing pain, yet within that pain was a... peculiar sense of relief.

It was like parched Earth, finally receiving its first rain after a long drought.

Wei Song’s eyes snapped open. Deep within his pupils, a speck of orange-red light flashed and vanished.

He looked down at his chest.

Beneath his clothes, an extremely faint orange-red halo appeared on the surface of his skin.

The halo was faint, like the glow of a fire seen through frosted glass.

But he could clearly ”see” a faint orb of Energy hovering in the center of his chest.

The Energy was like a restless fire, constantly roiling, expanding, and contracting, emitting a scorching heat.

’Thermal Energy? Or is it... control over ”temperature”!’

On the panel, a line of text updated accordingly.

[Name: Wei Song (Projection)]

[Age: 22]

[Realm: Awakening Initial Stage (10%)]

[Superpower Rule: Thermal Energy Control]

[Potential Assessment: High]

[Description: Stimulated by the panel’s Energy, the original body’s hidden Rule Fragment has undergone its Awakening. You can now perform basic manipulation of Thermal Energy. Specific abilities require self-development.]

’So a Superpower is the Awakening of a Rule? This world...’

Wei Song slowly raised his right hand. The hemp rope around his wrist tightened, tearing his flesh and drawing blood.

But he was completely oblivious, staring at his palm with intense Concentration as his will stirred.

As if by instinct, a sliver of the orange-red Energy split from its source, flowing down his arm and into his palm.

BUZZ! A faint heatwave materialized over his palm.

The air around him distorted in the heatwave, causing the surrounding scenery to blur and shimmer.

’Not enough power... Not nearly enough.’ He continued to compress the ball of Thermal Energy.

He infused his golden Spiritual Power into the Thermal Energy, forcibly gathering the dissipating heat.

The heatwave rapidly contracted, its color shifting from pale red to orange-red, and then to a deep crimson.

Its brightness intensified as the temperature climbed sharply.

The air within a three-meter radius began to heat up, and the torch flames flickered erratically.

Finally, an incandescent, walnut-sized orb of light hovered above his palm.

Inside the orb, the Energy was highly compressed, like a Miniature Sun, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature.

This was a ”Thermonuclear Core,” formed by compressing heat to its absolute limit.