Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 144

Chapter 144 - Abstinent Male Gods

Victor's nervousness continued until the next day before the game.

He hadn't slept well all last night, and when he had woken up in the morning, he had found that his old antique had woken up even earlier than he had and was currently reading in the study.

Victor always remembered that Tyron had said that he didn't like mathematical calculations, which was why he hadn't become a mage. He'd basically adopted a basic strategy of reciting magic.

At this time, he saw that Tyron was looking at the formulas and was momentarily startled, "Is there a problem?"

Tyron shook the papers and said, "Only one."

Victor: "???"

Tyron: "Can't I take you with me into the game?"

Victor: "......"

The old antique continued sincerely, "It's too complicated to calculate these things. If the opponent chants a single segment, I'll have to calculate the magic effect at the same time... There's no need to fight for more than a minute, and I'll die automatically."

Victor was full of heartache, "But, but I can't help either? How about you take a break in the middle and don't do the calculations for every spell?"

"I still want to carry you in my pocket..." The old antique murmured in a low voice, then shook the papers again, and sighed.

Alas, when he had been flaunting the edge of death on the battlefield back then, it had always been when he had faced against a powerful mage. There was no limit to the power of real mages in a Western fantasy world, even if such real mages were extremely rare.

At that time, if he could have carried Victor in his arms, he could have just poked Victor and had him do the calculations while he had fought. He'd have saved a countless amount of time and effort...

Before dealing with a mage, it was good to have a general spell formula. At least, it gave him a certain chance of knowing the effect of the spell.

When there was no formula, he could only speculate and guess based on experience and knowledge.

If he could hear that there was a fire element in the chant or see a transmutation gesture--then it was already considered quite a good understanding of the spell. After that, he could only guess whether it was a flamethrower, a fire cloud, or a fireball...

Half of it was based on experience, and the other half was based on luck.

In the real world of magic, all mages were self-made. Nobody would disclose their magic and spell compositions, and even a spell book that taught the most basic elemental knowledge was priceless. This was because, for mages, once the knowledge was made public, it would be targeted, and its value would reduce greatly.

Without a stable social structure, it was impossible to establish a magic research system. Without such a system, magic would always be a rare thing of knowledge and would only become increasingly scarce as time went by.

After having arrived in this interstellar society, one of Tyron's favorite things to do from beginning to end was to learn general knowledge.

Everything here was contrary to what he'd known. Precious knowledge was taught publicly, and some people even wrote science books dedicated to difficult content. Not only were spells commonly seen, but they also were popular enough to be organized into formulas, and everyone openly discussed their own knowledge and was proud to share their experiences--and everyone was used to this as the norm.