Warlock Apprentice

As soon as Angel stepped into Windmill Town, a familiar fluctuation appeared beside him.

”Angel?” Sanders’ figure suddenly appeared next to Angel.

Sanders was dressed as usual in his gentleman’s attire, meticulous in every detail, but without a hat this time, his hair neatly combed back, exuding an ascetic air.

Everything seemed normal, almost like the real person... But only ”almost.” As a Wizard of the Illusion Series, Angel easily discerned that the Sanders appearing beside him was merely an illusion.

His true body should still be in the Puppet Hospital.

”Mentor.” Though it was just an illusion, Angel still greeted respectfully.

Sanders: ”You came specifically from the ruin, is there something urgent? Has there been a change in the Wilderness of Dreams?”

”There hasn’t been any change in the Wilderness of Dreams. I’m here for the matter of Popota.”

”Popota?” Sanders echoed the name, seemingly recalling something: ”Is he dying soon?”

Angel nodded: ”Barring any accidents, it should be today.”

Sanders: ”I understand.”

As he finished speaking, Sanders’ figure gradually blurred until it vanished. However, as soon as the illusion disappeared, a rustling sound occurred nearby. Sanders, now in a full suit, appeared not far away.

This time, though, Sanders was no longer an illusion; his true body was present.

Sanders nodded to Angel, then took off his right glove with his left hand and stretched out his right hand into the void.

With a slight movement of his fingers, strange glowing dust fell from his slender, white fingertips.

Simultaneously, a rule-infused energy aura emanated from Sanders’ palm. As the energy emerged, it combined perfectly with the glowing dust. Instantly, a wondrous rhythmic sensation spread from the contact point between energy and dust.

It was as if some miraculous chemical reaction had occurred; the previously calm space suddenly surged with ripples. The fluctuation in the air also caused the surrounding wind elements to go berserk.

Under the sweep of raging gales, the space before them suddenly emitted a ”sizzling” sound, and like a curtain, a rift tore open in the space.

The rift quickly expanded to a size through which a person could pass. Behind the rift was pitch darkness, resembling the open jaws of a monstrous beast, full of uncertainty.

”Plane Corridor.” Angel softly voiced the name of the rift before them.

”To be on the safe side, when Popota dies, it’s best not to be near the Barbarian Cave.” Sanders paused: ”This Plane Corridor leads to the Sin World.”

The Sin World, though called a world, is not an independent world.

Perhaps many years ago, the Sin World existed as a standalone world, but now, after plane fusion, it is merely a subsidiary plane of the Southern Domain Wizard World.

The Sin World is a livable plane for humans, with not much difference from the Fairy Tale World. However, the Sin World has a very special characteristic: it is the headquarters of the Extreme Sect.

Sanders chose the Sin World as Popota’s place of rest for this reason.

The Extreme Sect is favored by the world’s consciousness, so their Sin World is naturally the place where the world’s consciousness is most active.

If the Demon God seeks to probe information about Popota’s past, its aura would naturally reach the Wizards’ Realm from the Abyss. Once the Demon God’s aura appears near the Sin World, there’s a high probability it would be detected by the world’s consciousness.

Even if the world’s consciousness doesn’t attack the Demon God, it would still weaken the Demon God’s abilities. This is a common law of the Pan-Dimensional Plane. Just like when humans go to the Abyss, they’re similarly restricted by the Abyss’s world consciousness.

Thus, having the Sin World as Popota’s resting place could best protect their information from being probed by the Demon God.

Seeing this passage to the Sin World, Angel understood Sanders’ intention.

He was now somewhat relieved, glad he came to Sanders. His original plan was to casually find a place to bid Popota a final farewell. Looking back, it was indeed too hasty.

”Let’s go.” Without saying much, Sanders stepped into the Space Rift first, and Angel immediately followed.

The Plane Corridor remained in the void, yet it carved out a directional passage in the endless void, allowing one to reach the destination. Of course, this directional movement assumes the presence of a Spatial Beacon for the destination; without a beacon, one would likely be exiled forever within the Plane Corridor, never seeing daylight again.

The Plane Corridor didn’t lead up to the sky nor down to the ground, and they could only float in the boundless void, speeding towards their set target.

During their journey, Angel remained silent, for he noticed that Sanders, though leading the way, seemed deep in thought. To not disturb Sanders’s contemplation, Angel also kept quiet.

This silence lasted for about half an hour.

Sanders suddenly exhaled, seemingly talking to himself: ”Alright.”

”Have we reached the Sin World?” Angel asked.

Sanders shook his head: ”There’s still some distance to the Sin World; I was just concluding the final verification of the Authority Undertaking formula.”

The Authority Undertaking formula! Angel realized something: ”Mentor, do you mean you’ve calculated whether you can assume the Energy System’s construction authority?”

Sanders nodded: ”More or less.”

Angel’s eyes lit up: ”And what is the result?”

Sanders contemplated: ”The result is still uncertain because some unexpected events may occur. However, I’ve incorporated all conceivable unknown variables into the equation, and the final deviation is around 2.”

”Of this deviation of 2, about 0.5 is caused by unknown variables. The remaining deviation of 1.5 includes variables I’ve already considered, but even with my current strength, I still can’t undertake them.”

In other words, Sanders currently believes he has about an 80% probability of successfully undertaking the authority.

Out of the 20% probability of failure, 15% consists of factors Sanders has already considered yet cannot avoid.

Only a 5% probability results from errors caused by unknown variables.

”So, there’s an 80% chance of success.” Angel: ”That’s a very high success rate; I think it should be fine.”

Sanders: ”This is the extreme extent of my capability. If there were more data to reference, I could perhaps eliminate that 5% unknown variable.”

Angel: ”Considering we don’t have much data for reference, I think given the cost, it’s worth attempting now.”

Sanders nodded: ”Once the matter with Popota is settled, I’ll undertake the authority.”