Üffie had completely calmed down.
Her emotions came and went quickly, suggesting she had already made up her mind.
Yes, no matter what, Ethan was just an eight-year-old child who had never left the village.
He couldn’t possibly offer any advice for Üffie’s future.
Üffie’s current choice was the best one available to her.
While the Central Kingdoms were relatively peaceful, it didn’t mean there was no danger.
With Üffie’s potential, if she followed the path of an adventurer, the possibility of her dying to monsters was not small.
“By the way, Ethan, come to my house for lunch.
I’ll treat you to my specialty dish I just learned from Mom!” Üffie’s smile was clear of shadow.
Once she made a decision, she never looked back.
The two walked from the training grounds towards the village, side by side.
Suddenly, Üffie stopped.
Ethan walked a few steps forward before realizing.
He was just about to turn around when he heard a voice from behind: “Ethan, don’t look back.” Üffie’s tone was quite relaxed.
“Let me watch you walk forward.” Ethan slowly started walking again.
He knew that Üffie’s life as an adventurer was ending at this very moment.
“Kid, your back looks pretty cool!” …
“Oh my, Ethan-chan is here!
Come in quickly…
Honey, go and invite Ethan-chan’s grandma over too…
Are you rebelling?
Hurry up and go!” “I, I can go back myself—” “It’s okay, it’s okay, come in.
Ethan-chan hasn’t visited our home in a long time.” Looking at the woman before him, who looked in excellent spirits and moved with agility, Ethan had a slight look of confusion in his eyes.
Aren’t you supposed to be in confinement after giving birth?
Oh, this is a world of magic and warriors.
My mistake.
As everyone knows, ordinary people in this kind of world view have much stronger physiques than on Earth, otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to withstand rapid growth in power.
At Üffie’s house, Ethan received the highest courtesy.
After all, he was the youngest child in the village and had become increasingly polite in recent years.
As his body gradually grew stronger, he would even proactively help villagers with small tasks, making him quite popular now.
Wherever he went, he was treated like their own child.
Entertain him?
What entertainment?
Just let him in to do as he pleases.
Üffie went to learn from her mother, leaving Ethan with nothing to do.
Normally, he would either be practicing extra in his own yard or running around the village to make his presence known.
After all, building good relationships with these simple villagers was always a good thing.
“Hmm?” After sitting on the sofa for a while, Ethan’s expression suddenly changed.
He noticed that the notebook in his mind began to vibrate rhythmically.
This wasn’t an illusion!
Ethan stood up excitedly, but the moment he stood, the vibration suddenly intensified.
Taking a step forward, the vibration increased.
Taking a step back, the vibration weakened.
He was silent for a few seconds and started to walk in circles in Üffie’s living room.
After a few laps, he discovered that the notebook vibrated the most when he stood in front of the door of the room at the deepest end of the hallway.
This was just like a treasure detector.
Could there be something inside that was making it so excited?
He pushed open the door and was greeted by a baby crib painstakingly woven from sturdy vines.
It made Ethan think the couple was quite brave to leave a newborn infant alone in the bedroom.
To avoid waking the child, Ethan tiptoed to the crib and peeked inside, meeting a pair of big, round eyes.
A baby, only a few days old, opened its big eyes and calmly gazed at Ethan, the uninvited guest.
It seemed to have no emotional fluctuation.
Was this normal for a newborn baby?
At that very moment, the notebook in Ethan’s mind vibrated to its maximum, and an intense throbbing pain overwhelmed him.
He quickly stumbled back several steps, leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.
He didn’t know if it was seconds or minutes before he finally regained his senses, only to find his back soaked in cold sweat.
‘What was that feeling just now?
Was it because of Übel?’ Soon, he didn’t have time to think about it, because he suddenly realized that the notebook in his mind could finally be opened.
After that, he couldn’t remember how he got home.
After all, from that point on, his mind was filled with researching the notebook’s abilities.
At night, Ethan lay on his bed, excitedly sinking his consciousness into his mind.
He could indeed open the notebook, but the pages were blank…
to be expected, in a way.
After all, before he transmigrated, this thing was also blank.
So, for the next period, Ethan’s daily routine became body training in the morning and researching the notebook’s abilities in a secluded spot in the forest in the afternoon.
Unlike before, when he couldn’t figure it out, since it was a notebook, it must be meant for recording something.
By trying every possibility in that direction, he finally found the right way and successfully wrote the first entry on the notebook.
Opening his eyes by the river, Ethan’s expression was quite complex, filled with shock, confusion, and bewilderment, but the strongest emotion was a deep sense of joy.
He faced the lake and pointed forward with his right hand.
“Pale Lightning.” A bolt of lightning appeared at his fingertips and instantly struck the surface of the lake, even causing a small wave.
Ethan sat down on the ground, looking at the traces left on the lake by his attack.
The excitement within him was imaginable.
He could reproduce skills whose release processes he had witnessed using this method.
However, after some research, he discovered something else.
This was not a 100% reproduction of the abilities he had in mind.
For example, Bakudo spell sixty-one, Six-Rod Light Restraint, its ability is to bind the target in place, unable to move.
However, if Ethan had not recorded keywords like “binding” in the notebook, it would simply become an offensive spell.
Another example, Hado spell ninety, Black Coffin.
Because he couldn’t see the inside, he didn’t imagine how the attack was launched from within.
The result was just a simple black cube that trapped the target inside, with no offensive effect.
At this moment, Ethan understood.
This wasn’t a cheat that allowed him to perfectly replicate a skill with a single entry, but rather a “programming software.” If he wanted a certain effect, he had to write it himself.
If he wanted a certain destructive power, he had to set it.
The only thing he couldn’t control was the magic consumption.
Stronger power meant more magic consumption, and weaker power meant less.
The limitation was also obvious: he had to have witnessed the entire release process of the skill and have an impression of it in his mind.
And now, his magic power was pitifully low, but even so, casting four or five White Lightnings was not a problem.
After understanding this, he had also tried writing spells like “Reincarnation of the Dead,” but as previously mentioned, he had never seen anyone successfully revive the dead.
He couldn’t imagine its realization.
In the end, he could only make dead animals stand up as corpses, similar to a necromancer, but that became an entirely different skill.
To detoxify, one must first analyze the type of virus to write targeted antiviral magic.
Things like this were more difficult than simple offense, defense, and binding because the content to imagine increased.