Sorcerer’s Handbook

The night had fallen, and the obscure night sky was devoid of stars and moon, like an eternal darkness descending upon the land, threatening to devour every colorful thing.

Around the hospital camp stood four statues-a valiant general, an elegant middle-aged scholar, a kind elder, and a pure maiden. The statues seemed to form a boundary between light and darkness, with an abyssal darkness outside and the bright, bustling camp buildings inside.

In the office at the top of the hospital, she observed as the disciples below began their nightly Carnival-bloody Deathmatches, procreation, storytelling, games, and entertainment. Not only the disciples of the Four Pillars Cult but even the captured Tribulation Fire sorcerers, who once practiced abstinence, quickly assimilated without the slightest resistance.

No one found it strange, as other Four Pillars disciples were followers of other Demi-Gods just days, months, or years ago. Once they lost their Demi-God, they were instantly drawn to the Four Pillars, abandoning untouchable ideals and readily embracing a life of indulgence.

Let alone these ascetic Tribulation Fire sorcerers, who were the most prone to fall. They believed they were resisting desire and Tribulation Fire through sheer willpower, unaware that this resistance was itself an influence of the Tribulation Fire. The more they drew from it, the deeper they became infected, gradually transforming into tireless, selfless, and desireless beings.

However, saying “infected by Tribulation Fire” would clearly provoke resentment. Instead, framing it as “resisting Tribulation Fire to maintain will” gained the disciples’ support. Among the various cults of the Land of Senlo, the Tribulation Fire Temple differed from others by not demanding its disciples’ wholehearted devotion. Instead, it required them to be wary of Tribulation Fire, to resist and examine it, making it the cult with the strongest cohesion and a formidable competitor in the divine wars.

Yet, she glanced at the Flaming White Tiger on her shoulder and the other slumbering Demi-Gods in the office.

Losing Demi-Gods meant losing everything.

In this long night, one could only rely on two things for protection: ideals and desires-or perhaps, these two were essentially one and the same.

The Tribulation Fire Temple has become a term of history. Even if a sorcerer inheriting the will of Tribulation Fire becomes the next Demi-God, it won’t be the Tribulation Fire; it will be a new flame.

In the Land of Senlo, the vast majority of people are like fallen leaves, and sorcerers are no exception. Sometimes they are lifted by the winds of Tribulation Fire, sometimes by the winds of justice, drifting wherever the wind takes them, unable to grasp their own fate. If the wind stops, they can only fall into the soil of desire, gradually decaying.

She no longer watched the commotion below and returned to her desk to continue examining the four cards.

After a moment, she confirmed that all four were genuine. It was no wonder the Tribulation Fire Temple had such deep roots; these cards were even more valuable than the Inferno of Tribulations Demi-God because they were “Dragon Array Shopping Cards”!

These cards, which required no identification and were valid until the year 9999, were considered strategic resources in the Land of Senlo. Whoever possessed these shopping cards could easily obtain resources from the era of the divine!

“Where did you get shopping cards at this time?”

Hearing the question from beside her, she was slightly startled and quickly put the shopping cards away. However, when she turned and saw the Uninvited Guest, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, it’s you.”

“You should say, ‘Oh, it’s me,’ right?”

A quiet girl suddenly appeared on the sofa next to her. She closed the book in her hand, glanced at the Blue Flame Squirrel lying on the sofa, and said, “Nice to meet you, Yolan Vesser.”

“Nice to meet you, myself from another world line,” the squirrel said with a smile. “You seem to be much older than me.”

The other Demi-Gods looked puzzled at the squirrel talking to itself and then at the female sorcerer silently sitting in the chair, unable to understand what was happening, as if caught in some illusion.

“Why? I clearly look just like you.”

“Voice, intonation, gaze,” the squirrel replied. “That’s probably the annoying part of the Truth Sect.”

The quiet girl nodded. “Makes sense. But you don’t seem surprised by my appearance?”

“Counting carefully, you should be the 24th ‘me’ I’ve met,” the squirrel said. “The Mirror Dragon seems to take an interest in me from time to time.”

The squirrel wasn’t surprised by the quiet girl’s appearance, as this wasn’t the first time. On the very first day she became a sorcerer, she encountered another version of herself from a different world line in her room, which she later learned was a prank by the Mirror Dragon.

Whenever the Mirror Dragon took an interest in her, it would bring a different world line’s Yolan Vesser to her. Although most of these meetings ended amicably, with knowledge exchanged, a few began with a fight.

While intelligence from different world lines was challenging to reference, the knowledge ‘they’ shared was genuine. Perhaps because they were all herself, the efficiency of exchanging spellcasting knowledge among them was extraordinary. With each new encounter, she almost always mastered a new Spellcasting Sect.

The squirrel was eager to extract new spellcasting knowledge from the quiet girl, but she keenly sensed an issue: “Why do you think I shouldn’t have shopping cards at this point in time?”

The quiet girl pointed to the Flaming White Tiger. “Did you just return from the Tribulation Fire Bathing Camp and successfully seize the Inferno of Tribulations Demi-God? These shopping cards are from the Tribulation Fire Temple, right?”

“That’s right. Why?”

“Then my world line is quite similar to yours,” the quiet girl said with a smile. “I also went to the Tribulation Fire Bathing Camp, but I couldn’t defeat the person wielding the Inferno of Tribulations Demi-God, so I didn’t gain these rewards.”

“You couldn’t beat him?” The squirrel was a bit surprised. “Even though he could perfectly host the Inferno of Tribulations, he was quite weak, with even a moral compass. If he had decided to wipe out other followers first and then engage in guerrilla tactics against us, it would have been a bit troublesome. But he naively tried to scare us off at first and, unsurprisingly, fell for my armament color.”

“Ahaha,” the quiet girl replied nonchalantly, “it might have been a different person. The one I encountered wasn’t as merciful as yours. Not only did I fail to destroy the Tribulation Fire Temple, but under that person’s leadership, it grew stronger and launched a counterattack against us.”

“But that’s precisely why I survived.”

The squirrel squinted her eyes. “What do you mean?”

“When I took the position of Tactile Sense, I realized that Tactile Sense had wanted to eliminate me for a while. But with the Tribulation Fire Temple’s aggressive attack, she had no choice but to rely on me to continue resisting the fire.”

“Now that the Tribulation Fire has been extinguished,” the quiet girl said, watching the squirrel with a smile, “do you think Tactile Sense has any reason to let you live?”

Bang!

As soon as the quiet girl finished speaking, a gunshot rang out through the long night!

The alluring and mysterious female sorcerer, sitting in her chair with her back to the window, had her head blown off by a single shot!

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