How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 5 The Mage's Hand

The Mage's Hand, 0-Ring Trick.

The downside is that it cannot be used to attack others; it is only for moving small items.

Its advantages lie in its low consumption, and the increased range and carrying capacity as the level increases.

Kane did not hesitate and picked up the booklet to read it.

Time passes little by little.

The text was difficult and obscure; it took him an entire night to read the whole book.

[Check: You have read the skill book "Mage's Hand" (0-ring spell)]

[Note: Current learning progress is 2%]

Looking at the prompt, Kane shook his head slightly.

"Only 2% per night, and if I try to learn it on my own, I'm afraid I won't be able to master the trick until the ceremony is over..."

No wonder Shar gave me the book; she probably thought I couldn't possibly learn it.

"but……"

He steadied himself, and with a thought, the familiar attribute panel appeared before his eyes.

My gaze fell on the gray skill icon.

【The Mage's Hand】.

[Should I invest 1 free skill point to unlock directly? Yes/No]

【Yes】

The moment the thought is uttered, 1 free skill point is reduced.

The gray icon suddenly lit up, turning into pure white.

[Mage's Hand LV1]

In an instant.

A flood of arcane principles, mind manipulation techniques, and energy flow methods regarding the Mage's Hand rushed into his mind.

Kane suddenly understood.

"Give it a try."

He turned his gaze to the table, where the skill book he had just finished reading slowly floated up and swayed slightly in the air.

But it only lasted for ten minutes before the booklet fell back onto the table with a "thud".

"It requires repeated practice; we must figure out its limits."

Kane didn't stop, continuing to immerse himself in skill practice.

……

The next morning.

boom!

The door was pushed open, and Shar appeared in the doorway carrying a tray of food.

Her delicate face was instantly filled with astonishment as her gaze swept over the mess on the floor.

Scattered books, disheveled clothes, broken plates and dried food scraps...

Several thoughts flashed through her mind, but finally settled on Kane standing to the side.

He was sitting in a chair with a half-smile on his face.

"What did you do?"

"Something interesting."

"What is it?"

Kane raised an eyebrow, a hint of madness in his eyes:

"Sir Executor, would you like to try it out?"

boom!

He was met with the sound of the door slamming shut.

Only the plate of breakfast was left inside the door:

Grilled sausages, rye bread, and a bottle of nourishing medicine that glows with a faint green light.

Kane breathed a sigh of relief as he listened to the receding footsteps.

He glanced at the plates by the door, a thought flickering in his mind.

The plate that had fallen to the ground wobbled and flew up before landing steadily on the table.

Then, the knife automatically unsheathed and attempted to cut the sausage.

However, due to unstable control, a piece of sausage flew straight out.

Just as it was about to hit the ground.

The sausage abruptly stopped in mid-air, then wobbled and flew back to the plate.

Kane looked satisfied as he watched this.

"After a whole night of non-stop practice, I finally managed to barely master the basic controls of the Mage's Hand."

But what he really cares about is not these everyday uses.

Kane's gaze shifted to the dagger resting on the corner of the table.

The dagger floated up out of thin air and slowly hovered in the air.

"Currently, the maximum control distance is about 9 meters, and it can carry an object weighing 5 pounds. The greater the load, the shorter the duration of operation..."

His eyes began to ponder.

"Although it cannot be attacked directly, it does not mean that it cannot cause damage."

The next moment, he suddenly picked up a sausage and threw it at the floating dagger.

The moment the two collided, the energy field of the mage's hand was shattered, and the dagger fell to the side.

A deep slit has been cut into the surface of the sausage.

"Forces are reciprocal... If the colliding objects are moving at high speed, and then inertia is used as a further factor..."

Kane's eyes gradually deepened.

Time slips away quietly.

Between the pharmacy, training ground, and study, the time for the third Stigmata Ritual soon arrived.

……

The land of souls.

Kane stared at the Quassamon that had reappeared before him.

Unlike the one we encountered last time, this Quassamon was much larger and more robust.

Bat-like membranous wings fluttered slowly behind him, and his eyes gleamed with a ferocious and bloodthirsty light.

Immediately afterwards, its form disappeared into the void like a tide, vanishing without a trace.

"Come on, you beast."

With a thought, Kane sent a handful of sand rising from the ground, forming a loose protective circle around him.

"Giggle..."

A sharp sound rang out, and the claws were already upon them!

Just as the sand manipulated by the mage's hand was shattered by the claws, Kane anticipated this and parried with lightning speed using his dagger.

clang!

He immediately stepped back to the side, swung his dagger in the back, and blocked the attack from behind once again.

Several attacks were blocked in succession.

The mocking laughter of the Quassamon gradually faded, and its attacks became increasingly rapid and ferocious.

A smile slowly appeared on Kane's face.

"As expected... The moment the Mage's Hand dissipated, I could sense the direction of the energy collision, and combined with the sound of air being torn apart, it was enough to predict the location of the attack."

"Next, it's time to try this trick."

His mind raced, and he suddenly took half a step back, deliberately revealing an opening.

The next second, the dagger flew out of his hand upon colliding with the claws!

The Quassamon let out an excited giggle.

The sound of air being torn apart grew more and more urgent, clearly indicating that they wanted to seize this opportunity to deliver a fatal blow!

However, just as its claws were about to touch Kane...

The dagger that had slipped from his hand suddenly changed direction and moved half a meter away in a strange manner.

Hiss.

A burst of blood erupted in mid-air.

Accompanied by a piercing scream, the figure of Quassamon was forced to appear.

Its right eye was slashed open with a deep, bloody gash, and murky blood kept dripping out.

His eyes were filled with fear and disbelief.

It stared intently at the dagger that had re-emerged and flown back into Kane's hand, instinctively taking a step back in fear.

Kane shook his head.

"Their offensive methods are too predictable."

Once the ability to become invisible is lost, the outcome of the battle is no longer in doubt.

However, in order to hone his dagger skills, Kane deliberately slowed down the pace and focused solely on close-quarters combat with Quassa.

Only when he felt he had practiced enough did he deftly swing his knife and sever the other man's throat.

As Quass's corpse gradually turned to ashes, the attribute prompts reappeared:

[Verification: You have slain a half-complete projection of the Quassammon...]

[Cumulative Experience Points Gained: 350]

……

[Hint: Your dagger mastery progress has reached 100%, advancing to level 3]

[Hint: Your Mage's Hand progress has reached 100%, advancing to level 2]

……

Looking at the series of prompts, Kane smiled faintly and let the darkness engulf him.

When she woke up again, besides her mentor, only Shar stood quietly by the altar.

Kane was puzzled when he saw that his mentor seemed to be looking at him with interest.

But he still pretended to be weak and whispered:

"Mentor, I'm back."

"very good."

The mentor smiled and nodded.

As Kane bowed in greeting, he caught a glimpse of a barely perceptible shadow in Shar's eyes.

"The more successful the ceremony, the happier she should be..."

He became suspicious and looked up.

That gloom has vanished, leaving only the usual indifference.

"Go back and rest."

"Yes."

Kane suppressed the madness on his face and nodded respectfully in agreement.

Just as he turned to leave, his mentor's voice came from behind him:

"By the way, you have a new companion now; you'll meet her tomorrow."

Fellow travelers?

Kane paused slightly, then responded and left.

……

The next morning, the sound of moving things came from the next room.

Immediately afterwards, there was a knock on the door.

Kane opened the door, and a red-haired woman stood outside.

Her expression was indifferent, and she did not wear a black robe like the other demon cultists.

Instead, she wore a striking blood-red dress, which made her appear exceptionally flamboyant.

Kane maintained his manic expression, grinning as he said:

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The red-haired woman looked him up and down, then glanced at the still messy room.

A cryptic smile played at the corners of his lips.

"My name is Anjie. My supervisor asked me to come and meet you."

tutor?

Kane was wary, but a twisted smile remained on his face:

"Oh? You're the 'fellow traveler'?"

Anjie's smile remained unchanged, but her tone became somewhat indifferent:

"Compared to my peers, you should call me 'the only winner'."

"I have completed two rituals, Lord Demon... and I am very satisfied with my performance."

After saying that, she nodded politely and turned to leave.

Kane watched her retreating figure in silence.

The woman was polite on the surface, but her tone was undisguisedly arrogant, which was tantamount to declaring that his defeat was inevitable.

But the next second, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Just as she turned around, he clearly saw that rough scales were embedded on the back of her neck.

Exactly the same as the one on Quassema!

However, he himself never showed any similar marks.

A chill ran down my spine.

A long time passed.

Kane then laughed, but his laughter carried a hint of madness.

He recalled that Shar had suggested he read "The Ritual of the Abyss Worship," which contained the following sentence:

The stronger and more desperately a soul resists, the stronger the demonic projection it attracts.

"I see……"

Kane murmured:

"My performance looked terrible."

"Alright."

He looked out the door, his expression shifting from frenzy to extreme calm.

"Let's see who comes out on top in the end, mentor."