Constructing-Style Wizard

A bizarre scene occurred in the spectator stands.

Ordinary people, who had no idea what was going on, were getting restless and whispering to each other. They didn’t know what Noland Lee was doing. The magic of the skeleton wizard was too simple and far less exciting than the previous games that were filled with magical light.

The wizards, on the other hand, were overwhelmed by what they were witnessing.

“Death Finger,” a high-level spell, is well-known to every wizard. The instant death ray emitted without chanting is the most obvious feature of this magic spell.

All the Extraordinary people recognized that Noland Lee is now casting the “Death Finger” spell, which requires Professor Authorization for use.

His current “Death Finger” is weak, probably only Level 1, but anyone with a keen eye knows that he’s trying to make his opponents back off.

How can there be a competition if someone dressed in a First Rank Wizard robe casually shoots out Level 10 “Death Finger” spells?

“Hey! Referee! What’s going on! Is this guy really a First Rank Wizard? How can he use the ‘Death Finger’ without restrictions?!”

Participants in the spectator stand shouted loudly, questioning the organizers of the Barron Championship.

“Yeah! Are you letting a Six-Ring Wizard who can freely cast high-level spells in here?!”

“You’re not playing fair to pocket the bonus, manipulating things behind the scenes! Do you think we’re blind, not able to see that this is a ‘Death Finger’ spell?”

The staff of the Barron Championship looked at each other and then together stared at the judge’s seat.

There were six people on the judge’s seat.

Mabel, who was invited by the organizer to serve as a referee, sat in the far-left position of the judge’s seat.

Of the other five people, four of them, like Mabel, were Ulnas Ring’s Level 6 Wizards with prominent identities and past experiences.

Six ring witches were given greater autonomy when it came to using high-level spells; they could use them a limited number of times per day.

Faced with Noland Lee firing “Death Finger” spells like a water gun, the five Six-Ring Wizards on the referee seat turned their attention to the Chief of the Barron Games sitting in the center.

The supervisor was slightly overweight, looking like a bloated stone pier when he sat in his chair. His magic robe was tight due to the excess flesh underneath his clothes.

His eye sockets were deep-set, and his mung bean-like eyes were embedded in the sockets. His dark green hair was held in place with hair gel, styled in a greasy pompadour.

“This Number 116 participant, who is casting the ‘Death Finger’, boarded the ship with Miss Mabel,” said the competition manager, with a calm expression and no hint of emotional fluctuations. He looked towards the referee table edge, turning the topic to Mabel:

“The strength level of participant number 116 registered on his ticket is a First Rank Combat Wizard. As for why he can so easily cast the ‘Death Finger’ spell, I think Miss Mabel can give us a reasonable explanation.”

“Yes, I know why. It has to do with his Extraordinary Traits…”

Mabel glanced at Philia and Betty Davis sitting nearby in the spectator stand, who were watching her with curious eyes.

Mabel explained the reasons behind Noland’s skill with a courteous smile, to both Philia and the referees.

The soul contract she signed with Noland mentioned only protecting Noland’s secret before leaving Alchemist Island, not that she had to keep the secret after leaving the island.

So, Mabel used Noland’s extraordinary traits as an explanation for his unrestricted “Death Finger” spellcasting, without violating their soul contract.

After listening to Mabel’s explanation, the competition supervisor pondered for a few seconds. There was no discernible change in his facial expression, as if it were water hidden at the bottom of a well.

“There is no issue with this participant. He can continue to compete.”

The competition supervisor waved, summoning the staff in a gray robe, and told them:

“After this game is over, announce that Participant Number 116 has the Extraordinary Trait of ‘Magic Proficient’, and emphasize that he has companion witches. Anyone who defeats him will receive an additional reward of 2000 gold coins. If Participant Number 116 wins a top ten result, the competition reward will be given to the 11th place. The 11th place reward will be the same as the 10th place. Also, have someone pass a message to Participant Number 116 during the break; I want to see him.”

“Yes, sir.” The Gray Robe Staff ran off.

The competition supervisor, being experienced in organizing events, quickly seized the opportunity to stir up the atmosphere of the competition by devising a reward plan.

There were no objections from the referees seated at the judge’s seat.

The referee seat quieted down.

The competition supervisor, casting discreet glances towards the corner of the arena, subtly nodded.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the octagonal cage, so nobody noticed the supervisor’s movements.