Defying the Fate of Beheading

The exploration mission process was unusually complex.

The power of shadows spreading from the Plane of Shadows permeated the surrounding area, turning this wasteland into a ghost town resembling Wangsi City.

The second round of preliminaries.

The members of the Moonlight Cat Cat Group gathered together.

After a heavy rain, the traces left by the exploration team in the wasteland were washed away.

Louis lifted his head to look forward.

What met his eyes was a vast deserted marshland.

The weather was very poor today.

Thunder illuminated this desolate land.

Louis frowned slightly.

This place was quite eerie.

However, was it his internal Sin Dragon Armament that let out a cheer of instinct?

Just as the Sin Dragon Armament could absorb the power of Fallen Shadows, the force from the Plane of Shadows was also a delicacy for it.

Only perhaps this was more balanced and moderate compared to the more evil Fallen Shadow power.

But the Plane of Shadows, after all, is one of the largest gathering places of negative energy.

As the source of curses, it's troublesome for others, but beneficial for him.

Alice said with a frown:

"Do you feel it? That uncomfortable feeling of blood stagnation within your body?"

Louis seriously replied:

"Not at all. On the contrary, I feel my blood flowing much faster."

Little Swan also shook her head:

"Nope, this dense shadow power doesn't affect me; rather, it makes me feel more energetic."

Olivia said calmly.

Bearing a special curse and the great sin of sloth, she had already nothing more to lose.

Her source of power was not the same as others.

Alice's mouth twitched slightly, her gaze turning to Grace.

Grace seemed startled by her gaze, speaking softly:

"Sister Alice, those shadow forces seem to avoid me directly after seeing me."

Alice: ???

She was beginning to feel the urge to hit someone.

Finally, her gaze moved to Chris and his two brothers.

The second and third brothers said nothing, looking to the elder brother.

Chris coughed and said:

"Indeed, my blood has stagnated; non-wanderers are quite seriously affected by the Plane of Shadows!"

Ali felt relieved.

She knew it wasn't her problem; the issue lay with Louis and the others.

The group moved deeper into the misty realm.

Over the distant swamp, thick clouds gathered, carrying the howls of unknown birds and beasts, turning into rolling thunder.

They had barely left the safety zone newly established by the Adventurer Guild when they stumbled upon a muddy road.

Louis looked at Little Swan.

Olivia nodded and raised her magic staff.

The next moment, a flood of magic power bathed the swamp in a glow like rosy clouds, and a petrified road appeared before them.

This is one of the classic uses of the transmutation spell "Transform Rock," turning mud into stone.

The future direction for training mages in the great river projects will focus on the application and upgrade of the Transform Rock series of spells.

"Your transformation of rock, not bad with the magic modification!"

Louis looked at the road stretching hundreds of meters away in astonishment, genuinely surprised.

The typical effective range of the Transform Rock spell generally reaches around a limit of one hundred meters.

But Little Swan's spell, just in terms of its effective distance, did not seem much further than a conventional Transform Rock spell.

But the issue was, this spell... didn't just end at once!

Louis looked at the lingering spell glow on Little Swan's magic staff; clearly, as long as magic power was reinjected, the spell would continue to be effective.

"And the cost for this?"

If the spell could be sustained so easily, then there wouldn't be cases where mages were directly killed due to insufficient spell slots?

Little Swan raised her head:

"Praise me first!"

"You are great." Louis said perfunctorily.

Little Swan giggled, not caring whether he was sincere or not.

"The greatest cost is the inability to adapt and the increased consumption of magic power."

Louis realized.

This indeed was a serious consequence.

Increased magic power consumption was one thing.

The mages on the Star Continent were not quite like the blue-bar mages he understood from his previous life.

Blue-bar mages consume their blue bars (magic power) when casting spells, and once the bar is depleted, they also cannot use magic.

But the mages on the Star Continent have these things called spell slots.

Spell slots are directly connected to the Weave, and in most situations, mages rely more on the Weave to cast spells.

The Weave is the embodiment of the Goddess of Magic herself.

Innately having an inexplicable affinity for spells, over the years, mages have not been little dependent on the Weave.

"Breaking free from the constraints of the Weave, returning to the traditional path of consuming magic power to cast spells?"

Louis muttered to himself.

This wouldn't empty Little Swan's blue bar, would it?

It's well-known that the greatest benefit of spell slots is that they can transfer most or even all of the consumption to the Weave.

This way, mages can achieve the greatest deeds with the least effort.

The most direct manifestation is that ordinary mages of the same level, casting with a blue bar, usually have a lower power limit than those using spell slots.

This disparity becomes increasingly evident as a mage's class level increases.

Because the upper limit of some spells, even if a mage's blue bar is drained, is insufficient to meet the casting standard.

The higher the level, blue-bar mages tend to be at a disadvantage; this is the norm in this world.

Hence, aside from the earliest mages using traditional blue-bar casting, later mages have increasingly leaned towards spell-slot casting.

Practicality reigns supreme!

However, Little Swan gave him an answer that surprised him: