Chapter 5: The in of Sorcery

  If this were the te game, Cassius would uatingly choose the Mage css—after all, the power of a mage is no joke.

  A well-prepared, wealthy mage has the fideo defeat any enemy of the same level, with powerful subcss options ie game, such as Time Mage, who wields trol over spad time.

  But the Mage css has a fatal fw in the early game—it requires copying spells.

  Yes, to a mage, magic is a sce that requires study.

  Only by meticulously studying spell scrolls to uand how to struct spell models, mastering the parameters of the Weave, and undergoing proloudy one successfully learn a spell.

  But Cassius was currently broke, with only a few magical items on him.

  And it wasn’t like he could take his dragon form to a human town to study magic, right?

  Was he supposed to enroll in a magic academy?

  Sorcerers, oher hand, were different. Their spells were "gifts from the heavens"—or perhaps a better word would be "innate."

  After a moment’s thought, Cassius made his decision.

  [Chosen Css: Sorcerer]

  [Dragon bloodlied]

  [Automatic sele: Dragonblood Sorcerer—Red Dragon Bloodline]

  Dragons are powerful magical creatures, naturally adept in various supernatural phenomena.

  Any dragardless of age—even hatgs— possess sorcerer levels.

  Some a schors believe that sorcerer abilities are ied frons, possibly from unions geions past.

  More importantly, sorcerer spellcasting levels bih a dragon’s innate spellcasting levels, allowing dragons to fully harheir bloodline, amplifying their internal power.

  The renowned a red dragon Imwarnio devoted himself to mastering fire magid possessed a casting level as high as 40.

  [Your Sorcerer level has increased to 1]

  [Sorcery in: Magic itself is an integral part of a sorcerer, a tent force embedded deep in the body, mind, and soul, awaiting release.]

  [No one chooses sorcery; sorcery chooses you.]

  [You have obtained four trips and two level 1 spells]

  A prehensive spell list appeared on the s.

  [trips obtained: Mage Hand, Minor Illusion, Prestidigitation, Quick Draw]

  [Level 1 spells obtained: Fog Cloud, Magic Missile]

  A standard early-game setup.

  In the past life, Cassius had only received cold data dispys when leveling up and hadn’t noticed anything particurly different.

  Now, he realized the astonishing power.

  "This feeling..."

  Each spell appeared in his mind out of nowhere.

  No, not out of nowhere.

  More like something innate, a natural gift.

  This precious knowledge sank into his body, memory, even embedding itself in his will.

  【Mage Hand】

  Cassius willed it, and an invisible hand appeared out of thin air, pig up a stone from the ground and tossing it.

  Even the lowest-level spell, perf the simplest a, filled the red dragon with some wonder.

  For this power wasn’t derived from a magical item or some program—it inated from himself.

  pared to the meticulous sce of a mage’s spellcasting, a sorcerer’s spellcasting was more like an art.

  There was o carefully struct a spell model or calcute arameters—only to feel the Weave with his own awareness and project his will into reality.

  Thus, gifted sorcerers, who could easily cast powerful spells, were ofte with envy and disdain from mages, who mocked them as "barbarians among spellcasters" and "orcs with staves."

  "Quite fasating."

  The red dragon strode past the half-eaten owl-bear carcass, stepping out of the cave with a light gait.

  He uood now why Erezaghe’s spellcasters were so proud—this sense of trolling the real world could easily make one feel like a god before ordinary people.

  But the notifications on his panel hadn’t stopped.

  [Bloodlirag: The bloodline of the a red dragon fills your body with searing fire power.]

  [You have acquired Fire Element Magic Affinity; fire damage will be enhanced]

  [Breath on (Fire) has been strengthened]

  [Additional trip acquired: Fire Bolt]

  Fmes reflected in Cassius’s golden slit pupils, his body like aing volo.

  His heart beat strongly, pumping this fire element energy throughout his body, his blood surging like molten va.

  [Trag your bloodliage…]

  The red dragon closed his eyes, a vision f in his mind.

  It seemed to be an a battlefield on an outer pne, with t metal walls hundreds of meters high in the distance.

  An a red drago its massive wings, stirring a gale, blowing the celestial army with winged backs below it into disarray.

  It opes massive jaws, unleashing an unimaginably terrifying fme that distorted the air as it burned.

  The sturdy walls melted in an instant, a massive breach appearing, with molteal slowly flowing down.

  The Aasimar, a dragon-headed figure, wielded a staff to cast divine spells, while colossal celestials dozens of meters tall leapt toward the a red dragon. Silver-haired Baranian angels drew their bows, firing arrows toward the sky.

  Yet, despite the grand battlefield, even this a red dragon appeared insignifit.

  "Roar——"

  In the distance, a fearsome creature with five dragon heads let out a resounding roar, spreading its wings that covered the sky and began to rise slowly.

  A hurrie surged forth, dust flying everywhere.

  Shadows cast over the nd as if doomsday had arrived.

  In the vision, Cassius couldn’t help but look up to the sky.

  And he clearly saw a red dragon head among those gazing down on all beings, eerily simir to himself, watg him from above, the edge of its grim mouth f a slight curve.

  That head slowly spoke, "My child."

  The voice seemed to resonate from the depths of his soul, and the red drago an intense pressure emanating from his bloodline.

  This terrifying power made him instinctively want to bow, kneel, and submit uhe god’s immense power.

  "She noticed me!"

  Arms bred in Cassius’s mind.

  In the moment, the sky in the vision fractured like shattered gss.

  Whether it was the a red dragon, the celestials, or the terrifying five-headed figure in the sky—everything in the vision splintered.

  "Huff, huff."

  "Huff."

  Cassius barely escaped from the suffog pressure, gasping heavily, his entire body stiff and trembling.

  The red dragon looked at the game panel in shootig it was glitg, as if ied by a virus, refreshing data frantically.

  [Warning!]

  [Warning!]

  [Warning!]

  [You are uhe gaze of the deity 【Mother ons, Tiamat】]

  [Mind Shield system activated]

  [You have entered the deity 【Mother ons, Tiamat】, uable ges may occur.]

  Cassius stared at the panel data, feeling a lingering dread yet helpless.

  "So this is the power of a deity, truly terrifying."

  "An a battlefield on another pne..."

  "Did I witiamat’s true form?"

  In the previous life’s Erezaghe, even with the pyer’s power cap reag legendary level (level 21), the power of deities was a mystery, and hardly anyone had seen a deity’s true form, not even of a lesser god.

  As for the so-called "god-sying," it ure fantasy.

  A top pyer once said, "As long as it has an HP bar, even a god be sin."

  But iy, the power of a deity was unimagio mortals and was described as ay "without an HP bar."

  This was divine power. Just gazing upon a deity’s true form in a vision could have terrifying sequences.

  But for a newly hatched young dragon, a dragons, interpnar wars, and even Tiamat were all too distant and overwhelming.

  If powerful beings indeed harbored thoughts about him, he currently had no means to resist.

  Therefore, rather than w about outer pies, it would be wiser to focus on steadily enhang his strength for the future.

  "Since I’ve been noticed, as a red dragon, I’d better offer a bit of inse to Lady Tiamat now and then."

  "Wouldn’t want her holding a grudge."

  Cassius leapt up, fpping his sturdy wings, gradually spiraling into the air.

  ", time to grind some experience."

  The red dragon gazed over the endless forest and distant mountains, letting out a roar that, though youthful, already carried a hint of draic majesty.