Mages Are Too OP

Blocking the door, Roland asked, “Anything else?”

He clearly didn’t want to let the visitor in.

Young Robert shook the piece of paper and smiled warmly. “I think we should chat, and I should be qualified to visit your room.” “Not interested.” Roland didn’t make way for him. He had no time to talk to him. He was quite angry when someone disturbed him while he was having great fun studying magic. “There’s something I need to take care of. Let’s talk later.”

His cold tone made Young Robert frown.

He had been meaning to talk to Roland in a friendly way, but he was unhappy with Roland’s attitude, so he said in a harsher tone, “Mr. Roland, I’m speaking to you on behalf of the Robert family. I hope you can show some respect to our family and the current Great Elder.”

“Or what? Are you going to kick me away?” asked Roland with a smile. “Will you expel me from the Transmutation Magic Tower?”

“Of course not.” Young Robert shrugged. “But it won’t be easy if you want to read more spell models.”

Roland smiled and shut the door.

Young Robert took a deep breath. He felt like cursing and beating the man, but remembering what Robert said the previous day, he dropped the thought.

He had already asked his father, but his father didn’t know much about Roland either except that Roland was related to the disappearance of the Spatial Magic Tower. As to Roland’s exact role in that incident, it was still being investigated.

Communication in this world wasn’t as fast and convenient as that on Earth in the information age.

Even special tricks such as Magic Messenger had distance and user restrictions.

Not every Mage could use them.

Therefore, it would take a lot of time for a message to be delivered from far away, if it could be delivered at all.

But in any case, the fact that Roland played a part in the disappearance of the Spatial Magic Tower indicated that he wasn’t as simple as he seemed.

Was he a mere creator of some petty spells?

Neither Young Robert nor Old Robert dared to take the risk.

After waiting for a while at the door, Young Robert had no choice except to leave.

He was proud and condescending, but he wasn’t stupid.

Even Field, his archenemy, seemed to respect Roland very much, so the man definitely had his specialties. He must not completely push the man to Field’s side because of rashness.

After shutting the door, Roland continued his magic studies.

He used Substance Transformation again and again and slowly analyzed every node in the causal magic array.

However, the causal magic array was completely unreasonable and unpredictable. The functions of the node seemed to be changing all the time.

Four days passed, and Roland made absolutely no progress in his research.

He was even more upset than before. He asked Mentor Kujira if the man knew causal magic well.

But the old man simply opened his hands and said, “No, we only make use of the causal spell by following tradition. It’s barely possible to figure out the effects of the nodes.”

“It’s barely possible?”

Kujira nodded and said, “Mordenkainen stated in some of his books that the causal spells are actually pieces of rules and each piece leads to a result. If you want to change it, you have to gather more pieces and copy the models of other pieces.”

Pieces of rules?

Roland suddenly remembered that the causal magic array was divided into different sections.

He thought everything through. The whole time, he had been on the wrong path.

The nodes in the causal magic array were just its basic elements.

It was just like how every iron molecule in an iron sphere was the foundation of the sphere, but nothing more than the foundation.

Each iron molecule was the same as any other iron molecule. They were of the same size and weight and played the same role.

No matter which part of the sphere was connected to electricity, the whole sphere would be electric.

If that were so, the round magic array wasn’t as important as he had thought in the Substance Transformation spell.

Roland instantly bid farewell to his mentor and returned to his dormitory, then he started new magic experiments.

He reversed the causal magic array, embedded it back into the original spell model, and used the spell again.

As expected… the Substance Transformation spell was activated again, and it looked the same as before. It further proved what Roland thought… Earlier, Roland was impressed by the nodes that had multiple usages, but they turned out to be for nothing more than ensuring the connection of the causal magic array. The other results of the nodes were only the side effects caused by the instability of the causal magic array.

Wasn’t his admiration for Mordenkainen earlier ungrounded?

He had thought that Mordenkainen specifically rearranged the nodes of the spell to simplify its model.

As it turned out…

It was true that the less knowledgeable a person was, the more likely they would admire a big shot with their bias.

Roland separated the causal magic array again and wondered if it could lead to other results after he added some random nodes to its center or periphery, since it was just a broken piece. He immediately tried it.

Roland was very careful. He added one node at a time. Those nodes were connected to the causal magic array, but there were no additional effects.

Roland thought that one additional node might be too ineffective to be noticed.

So he added more nodes and connected them.

He started with five, then ten, twenty, and thirty.

The number slowly increased.

The causal magic array was no different from earlier, and it could only transform metals. However, after he added a hundred nodes in random places, the causal magic array went on a strike when he tried it again. It trembled and knocked the hundred nodes away. It also resulted in a minor explosion that blew up Roland’s face.

Fortunately, it wasn’t very powerful, and it didn’t kill him.

It seemed that adding nodes wasn’t an option. What about separating them?

Roland started to copy the node distribution of the causal magic array one part after another, starting from one side.

Then, he put the copied parts into the spell model of Substance Transformation and activated the spell.

The result became quite obvious.

The effect was different every time he copied a different part. Some could activate the spell, but couldn’t transform the matter. Some had a very low efficiency of transformation, and some did weird things, like turn metals into carbon.

There were all sorts of variations. Roland had great fun.

He further subdivided the causal magic array into smaller pieces and ran experiments.

He was addicted to the different effects and combinations. He even skipped classes and simply did experiments in his dormitory.

When the game time was over every day, instead of meeting with his friends, he simply recorded the experiment data on his computer and planned for future experiments.

All that he could think of was experiments.

Roland had found thirteen special and useful effects from the tiny pieces of the causal magic array.

As for the other effects, they might be useful too, but their side effects were more obvious.

Nevertheless, Roland wrote them down. He knew that he was like an ant crawling on an elephant.

He had only felt a few hairs of the elephant, and he couldn’t think that they were the entirety of the elephant.

Those bad side effects might be indispensable from a bigger and more comprehensive point of view.

They were just side effects under certain special circumstances in the eyes of insignificant human beings.

Just like that, he spent more than ten days working on magic experiments.

Then, he found ideas for the food-making spell.

He didn’t have to create food products, like magic bread, with the spell.

Glucose was also an option, as suggested by a netizen on the forum.

Glucose was mainly made of carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen. Its chemical formula was C6H1206, and all those elements could be easily found in the air.

Also, glucose could provide a lot of energy. A person wouldn’t die even if they had glucose every day with nothing else, although they might lack other nutrients.

Roland could find enough raw materials by extracting carbon dioxide and water from the air.

The real problem was to combine the two things into glucose in a chemical reaction.

Under normal circumstances, a catalyst was needed for the reaction, but Roland took advantage of one of the pieces of the causal magic array and used magic power as a catalyst.

Now that he had an idea, all he needed to do was embed it in a spell model.

He spent another half a day working out a sugar-making spell. In the end, he checked it for possible mistakes for half a day.

He then ran dozens of test experiments, so a hill of glucose powder piled up on his desk. He tasted some of the powder. It was rather delicious.

“It’s done!”

Roland held a handful of glucose in each other and smiled delightedly.

If I can’t make bread, I can always make some sugar to fill my stomach.

He transcribed the spell model and put it in the system Backpack. Then, he left the dorm, planning to sacrifice it to the Goddess of Magic.

He had created the oil-making spell, the water-making spell, and now the sugar-making spell. His name would definitely be on the players’ chronicle of this game as well as the history books in this world.

When one became wealthy and powerful enough, one tended to want to be remembered by future generals.

He left the dorm ecstatically and was about to teleport to the capital of Fareins with Long-Distance Teleportation, when he noticed that the atmosphere wasn’t right.

The students who passed the hallway all looked at Roland with admiration.

Roland was quite confused.

He had been in seclusion in his dorm for a dozen days. Of course he didn’t know what happened.

He stopped a random passerby and asked, “Did anything happen recently?”

The student recognized Roland. He immediately replied with a smile, “Mr. Roland, you’ve been studying magic in your dorm for a dozen days, so you might not know this. Old Julian has become the new Great Elder.”

Many people knew that Roland and Julian had a private deal and they were rather close.

As such, they envied Roland for his “luck.”

So that was the case! Roland vaguely realized how the Julian family defeated the Robert family.

It was because of the Cloud Flight spell.

Roland smiled and thanked the student who answered his question. He walked away and teleported to the capital of Fareins.

He visited Stephanie and Andonara first.

Absence made the heart grow fonder. Anna dragged him to Stephanie’s bed and spent three days and three nights there with him.

Stephanie was quite bummed. As the master of this manor, she couldn’t sleep in her own bed, but had to sleep in a guest room.

After that, Roland went to the suburb of the city and found a church for the Goddess of Magic. It couldn’t be helped… The Holy Realm of the Church of Light was in the city. Naturally, no temples of other gods or goddesses were allowed there.

Not just the Goddess of Magic, even the Life Goddess had to build her churches in the suburbs.

Inside the church, Roland sacrificed “Roland’s Simple Sugar Creation.”

Ten seconds after the spell disappeared, an enormous stream of divine power was projected, and Roland was pulled into the Paradise of Magic.

On the big floating platform covered in green and white circular patterns, Mystra read the paper so excitedly that her cheeks were red

“What an interesting thought, to extract materials from the air and make this special sugar. I just tasted it. It’s rather delicious.” While speaking, Mystra walked to Roland. “This sugar is so pure. What do you call it?” “Glucose?”

“Sugar that comes from grapes? It doesn’t taste like grapes.” Mystra was slightly confused. “Besides, you clearly extracted materials from the air.”

“Oh, it’s rather hard to explain.”

In fact, it wasn’t hard to explain. Roland simply didn’t bother to do that, because it contained knowledge from reality.

“Hey, Roland!” Mystra looked at him with glittering eyes. “I know there’s a lot of special knowledge in your head. So, can you worship

me?”

A god or goddess could indirectly acquire all the knowledge of their believers.

Of course, just the knowledge, not the thoughts in their mind.

At this moment, Mystra was further convinced that Roland was a treasure.

It would be such a shame if she didn’t seize such a good boy and let someone else take him away.

Roland smiled and didn’t say anything.

Mystra continued, “You won’t regret it. I can give you favor, wealth and power. You can be the pope of the Church of Magic. Furthermore, you’ll be my best friend, my saint, and my companion.”

Mystra was very close to him. There was no telling if it was his imagination, or maybe Mystra had just eaten so much of the glucose when she tested the new experiment, but Roland smelled something sweet and fragrant.

It was creamy and fascinating.

Roland took a deep breath. “Sorry, I can be your friend, but not your believer.”