Sixth Ring Wizard

"The more gifts the Plane Will bestows, the more time a wizard needs to digest them. I've seen promotions that took seven or eight days, but someone like Mr. Herag spending a full three months—it's the first time I've seen it or even heard of a Level 3 Wizard promotion taking this long," Shiludi said.

"A full three months..." Herag muttered to himself.

He hadn't been particularly clear about the promotion process to become a Level 3 Wizard; he only knew that he needed the Plane Will's approval. He didn't expect this approval to take so long.

What puzzled Herag was that, despite his understanding of many rules, the Boundary Land should have quite a few people like him.

Many had even comprehended more rules than Herag, yet they didn't take such a long time.

For a moment, Herag wasn't sure of the various reasons, nor could he fathom them.

These matters could be investigated later; after all, successfully promoting to a Level 3 Wizard was a good thing.

Herag finally understood why he was experiencing such a strong sensation of hunger. The nutrient solution only sustained his life functions, but it couldn't fill his stomach.

"Congratulations, Mr. Herag, you are now a Level 3 Wizard!" Shiludi congratulated.

Herag nodded slightly, glancing at Shiludi with a fervent look in his eyes.

Shiludi was startled, instinctively stepping back in fear.

Herag didn't care about these details and asked, "Where's the restaurant?"

"The res... restaurant? Uh, there's one right across from the Astrology Tower; it's famous in the Boundary Land..."

Before Shiludi could finish, Herag was already gone.

She turned around to see Herag already entering the elevator.

After going downstairs, Herag hurriedly rushed into the restaurant across the street, almost causing the security personnel to intervene.

Only after seeing Herag sit down and summon the Wizard's Mark to order did they refrain.

Ordering in the restaurant was also done through the Wizard's Mark, and each restaurant in the Boundary Land had registered records.

Upon entering the restaurant, the Wizard's Mark would automatically pop up the menu based on your location, very accurately.

Even if you were standing outside, it wouldn't pop up; only upon entering would it appear.

Herag summoned the Wizard's Mark, opened the restaurant interface that appeared, and began ordering.

He didn't even look at the specific dishes and simply selected all on one page before moving to the next to select all as well.

As long as he avoided the luxurious, expensive dishes, the rest were cheap and could be eaten at will without worrying about running out of money.

The server was startled by his order and quickly spoke up, "Sir, isn't that too much...?"

Herag paused his actions upon hearing the voice, looked at the menu he'd ordered, and thought it seemed a bit much, then said, "Well, just serve these first, as quickly as possible."

"Alright, sir, please hold on a moment," the server replied, giving Herag a strange look.

The server had never seen someone with such an expression since birth; she had never met someone suffering from immense hunger.

Many people in the Boundary Land nowadays had also never experienced true famine, so encountering someone like Herag, ravenous as though reborn from starvation, was rare.

It seemed the dishes really were expedited; a gigantic leg of lamb was brought before Herag within minutes, perfectly roasted.

Herag grabbed the leg of lamb outright, not minding the grease all over his hands, and tore off a big chunk with his mouth.

He barely chewed before gulping it down whole.

With that bite, he finally felt a tiny bit of satisfaction.

Herag continued to gorge himself; the large leg of lamb was gnawed clean in under a minute.

The service staff and nearby diners were dumbstruck by his speed.

How crude, so crude.

Had this man never eaten?

"Why isn't the second dish served yet? I'm already done," Herag complained.

The server had a face full of black lines: You just started eating minutes ago and already finished, how could it be so fast?

Though the server thought this, she could only apologetically say, "I'm sorry, sir, I'll hurry them up."

Herag nodded, "Please hurry, I'm very hungry, thank you."

He continued waiting for the food, ignoring the strange looks from others.

Shortly after the server left, the dishes indeed came out much quicker, and Herag's table was soon filled.

It seemed the kitchen had deployed extra hands to specifically rush the dishes for Herag, a good level of service.

Half an hour later, the table of food before Herag was still packed, having been replaced multiple times already.

This meant Herag had eaten countless plates within half an hour.

If Herag weren't a Level 3 Wizard, the restaurant might have called the Guards to check the situation.

Ordinary people eating like this would surely burst.

Two hours later, Herag left the restaurant under the amused guidance of Acorn.

"I only feel half full," Herag said, reluctant as he rubbed his belly.

At his words, the restaurant fell silent in amazement.

"Looks like you gained quite a bit from this promotion," Acorn laughed.

Herag nodded, "Indeed, just didn't expect it took three months."

Acorn said, "Probably related to your bloodline; usually, promoting to Level 3 Wizard doesn't take this long. Your Bloodline Power must have grown considerably."

Herag stopped in his tracks, suddenly understanding why it took him three months and why he was so ravenous.

Normally, with nutrient support, hunger would just feel like skipping a few meals, not reaching such an extent.

Herag felt the Bloodline Power flowing through him, indeed much stronger, especially the Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline.

His reinforced bloodline manifested directly in his recent voracious eating.

The strengthened bloodline required more energy input to satisfy, enabling him to digest and utilize much more food than the average person.

Herag recalled the recent process where the food entered his body and was quickly digested and absorbed.

Not only was the digestion rapid, but the absorption efficiency was also high, with minimal waste.

This was a sign of physical strength; perhaps quantitative changes weren't apparent, but the body's energy capacity had entirely changed.

Herag clenched his fist; the power hadn't changed much.