I Build a Floating City in the Apocalypse – Chapter 70

Chapter 70

“The release of spells is based on the construction of spell models, and constructing spell models requires a medium.

This medium is generally Mental Power, but it doesn’t have to be Mental Power. Based on previous experiments, elements, materials containing elemental power, can also be used as a medium for constructing spell models. Spell models constructed in this way can also release spells.

Theoretically, an ordinary person can also release spells by using materials containing elemental power to construct spell models.

Based on this principle, we can inscribe spell models onto planar or three-dimensional carriers. This way, when using them, we only need to activate them to quickly release spells without the need for a Mage to participate.”

The second and third pages of the manuscript recorded a large number of experimental records on the production of Spell Scrolls. When seeing these words, these data, it was as if Fang Bai could see the original owner of the manuscript conducting experiments and attempts again and again.

Failing again and again, failing again and again.

Until success.

In addition to this, the third page also recorded more detailed knowledge such as spell model analysis, spell structure analysis, and the relationship between spell nodes. It even touched upon the effects and influence of elemental channels on spell models.

And in the end, another sentence caught Fang Bai’s eyes, completely piquing his curiosity.

“Since other carriers can carry spell models, can I inscribe spell models onto buildings or the earth?

Normally, the release of spells is limited by my own power, and the release of spells by Spell Scrolls is limited by the power of the scroll material. The power and effects of spells are often limited and cannot exceed the level of my own strength.

I have my limits, but the world doesn’t, the external world doesn’t. Since that’s the case, why don’t I use the height of buildings, the vastness of the earth, to carry even more powerful spell power?

Why can’t the power of heaven and earth be used by me?”

Looking at this sentence, Fang Bai’s heart surged with passion, and he continued to read downwards.

There was nothing below.

Damn it!

Although there was nothing below, Fang Bai couldn’t grab the author and beat them up. Even if he could, he probably wouldn’t be able to beat them.

Fang Bai could only patiently ponder the meaning contained within this sentence.

“Buildings.”

Fang Bai looked up at the Container House he was in.

A Container House wasn’t big, but it was also more than ten square meters.

He walked out the door and looked at the three-story building in the village.

He looked into the distance, at the skyscrapers that were tens of meters tall!

Finally, he looked down at his feet, at the mountains and rivers, at the earth.

“Inscribe spell models onto buildings, inscribe them onto this earth! Why can’t the power of heaven and earth be used by me?”

Fang Bai muttered to himself. This short sentence seemed to contain boundless magnificence!

It couldn’t help but make Fang Bai recall the images that had flashed through his mind before, the towering towers that soared into the clouds, the cities that floated in the nine heavens. He suddenly realized.

“He must have succeeded, right?”

“Those towers, those cities, must be creations under this line of thinking, right?”

At this moment, in the heart of Fang Bai, a mere apprentice who only knew two spell models, a seed was quietly planted, a dream was born.

“I want to build a tower of my own on this earth!

I want to raise a city of my own under this sky!”

These words were like those who agonized over choosing Tsinghua or Peking University since childhood. They sounded good, ridiculous, and unrealistic.

But who knew if the teenager who got into Peking or Tsinghua University had ever said these words?

Returning to the room and looking at the manuscript, upon careful examination, Fang Bai clearly discovered that the last line was clearly added later.

Perhaps it was written by the Mage who had already built the tower and raised the city, looking back?

Fang Bai suddenly flipped back to the previous page. From the first line of the first page to the last line of the third and fourth pages, a thought suddenly emerged in Fang Bai’s mind.

“The spell knowledge in this manuscript is not complete. It’s directly spell models, without the most basic things.

It’s not smooth, it’s not a systematic series of knowledge, it’s fragmented.

Not only that, it seems that every piece of knowledge this manuscript gives me, it leaves a little lead at the end, piquing my anticipation, arousing my curiosity.”

Fang Bai finally realized what was wrong and whispered.

“The spell model and Spell Scroll at the end of the first page guided me to observe and study the spell structure, while also giving me the basic ability to protect myself.

The Spell Scroll knowledge on the second page taught me the basics of inscribing spell models, taught me how to research spell architecture, and began to guide me to think about inscribing spell models onto buildings and the earth.

Breaking the stereotypes in my thinking, a Mage shouldn’t just be someone who uses their own physical power.

A true Mage is someone who is good at mobilizing the power of the external world to cast spells!

This is not teaching me knowledge, but guiding me to form a way of thinking that constantly researches and seeks knowledge.”

Fang Bai looked down at the manuscript in his hand and whispered.

“This is not a manuscript, but a carefully crafted inheritance of thought!

It inherits the way of thinking, not knowledge.”

At this moment, Fang Bai’s thinking was unprecedentedly clear and ethereal.

“Mage, a true Mage.”

Fang Bai whispered, a look of relief appearing on his face, his eyes gradually gaining a goal, a spirit.

If Fang Bai was still drifting along in this apocalyptic world before, then at this moment, he suddenly had a clear goal, or perhaps a dream.

Fang Bai wanted to become a Mage.

Fang Bai wanted to build towers, raise floating cities, restore order, and build the dreamlike Mage civilization from the illusion.

Towers standing tall! Hundreds of cities floating in the air! All worlds paying homage!

Thinking about it, Fang Bai suddenly laughed. These words sounded funny, Fang Bai himself felt it was funny, ridiculous.

Shaking his head, throwing away the ridiculous thoughts, Fang Bai thought carefully.

“If I want to become a true Mage, then the most important thing to do now is to research energy models, or rather spell models, to research and thoroughly master all the spell models that I can obtain, that I can come into contact with, and to master the laws within them.

Thus, I can freely modify and create spell models, any spell, whether it’s cooking, washing clothes, building houses, or killing people, I can do it at will, create freely, and thus become a true Mage!”

A Fireball slowly appeared in Fang Bai’s hand.

Looking at the fist-sized Fireball, this Fireball could cause damage comparable to a howitzer. With Fang Bai’s current Mental Power strength, he could release dozens of such Fireballs. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call him a self-propelled howitzer, but…

“Is this a Mage? This is it? Bah!”