Chapter 7: Using Little Cans to Practice New Skills!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Black Scaled Horned Python, Steel Saber Bull, Shadow Cat, Corrosive Hound, Exploding Arrow Porcupine…”

Austin read the manual word for word.

He memorized everything about the beasts of the town by heart.

Fortunately, they were all low-level beasts. There was not a single mid-level beast.

It was a dilapidated town that the Magister Association had built with magitek.

From time to time, experts from the Magister Association or the royal family would capture low-level vicious beasts and throw them into the Vicious Beast Town.

Then, apprentice magisters would be pushed into the town to train and become true magisters.

As a matter of fact, the hunting area was ten times more dangerous than Vicious Beast Town.

In the hunting area, there was no protection, no army to guard it, and no designated area with only low-level vicious beasts.

Let alone low-level beasts, even mid-level and high-level beasts could appear there!

After reading the manual, Austin sat on a bench outside the Magister Association and rested his eyes.

“Three days. Today is the first day. I need to make full use of the time and spend it on the blade.

“The most important thing to consider now is how I’m going to attack.

“The 50-ton punch is my trump card. It should not be used unless it is a life-and-death situation.

“After I use it, my arm will be crippled. Even though I’ve touched gecko and my cells have evolved to possess the regenerative ability, it’s only level-one.”

With an Lv1 regeneration ability, it would take a long time to regrow another arm.

“I haven’t become a magister yet, so body cultivation techniques won’t work for me.

“Magiteks are too expensive. With my savings, I can’t buy much.”

All the money at home had been spent on the equipment for his sister, Catherine.

Magister equipment was expensive!

“Since that’s the case, I’ll have to find another way…”

Austin thought about it for a while and decided to focus on fire control as his main weapon.

If he wanted to control fire, he had to first produce flames.

The temperature of an ordinary flint was insufficient.

He needed at least a fire magic canister.

“With the fire canisters fueled by fire magic, the temperature of the flames can reach 1,300 degrees Celsius.

“Then, I’ll use my air control ability to create an oxygen-rich environment to aid in the burning, increasing the temperature of the flames by two to three thousand degrees.”

Flames at two to three thousand degrees were terrifying enough.

He could make use of his fire control ability as a powerful weapon when he needed to.

Austin did as he thought.

He hailed a cab and went to the trade district in Faye City to buy a bunch of fire magic canisters.

He first bought cheap magic canisters for practice.

Those better-quality magic canisters were much more expensive, easily costing thousands of copper coins. Still, he bought a few as backups.

After buying the magic canisters, Austin did not dare to test them at home.

He was afraid that he might accidentally burn the house down.

Austin found a barren clearing for his practice.

He held the magic canister and spun it with one hand.

After spinning a few rounds, Austin threw his palm forward and pressed down on the magic circle sealing the fire element at the same time.

Fire control!

Whoosh—

The flames from the magic canister turned into a line of fire that burned forward.

“Time to burn more vigorously.”

Austin raised his other hand and pushed it toward the hand holding the magic jar.

Air Control!

Boom!

With the addition of the rich oxygen, the line of fire seemed to explode as it grew by a few times.

The flames became purer as they burned more vigorously with increasing temperatures.

This scene was similar to a high-level magister practicing his fire magic.

It was only the beginning, but the novelty, the mystery, the incredulity, was enough to lift the mood and let out a shout.

“Success!”

Austin exclaimed happily.

All that remained was how to make this move look more awesome and skilled.

Austin practiced again and again with the cheap magic canister.

From time to time, a ball of fire would appear on this barren land, burning fiercely in midair.

The sky gradually darkened.

It was almost time for his father to get off work.

Austin decided to test the power of the better quality magic canister.

He found a metal pipe and placed it on the ground.

The exquisite and gorgeous magic canister that sealed the Level 2 fire magic spell rotated a few times in Austin’s palm.

Ding! The seal on the magic jar was broken.

Austin pushed his palm forward, and a stream of blazing fire spewed out toward the metal pipe.

The high temperature and the beam of light brightened the dim environment.

The fire roared, and the high temperature of two to three thousand degrees immediately turned the metal pipe red.

After the metal pipe turned red-hot, the color turned bright yellow soon after.

Slowly, the hard metal pipe began to melt, turning into a stream of metallic liquid that flowed on the ground.

Austin stopped controlling the air and fire and looked at the burning molten metal on the ground with satisfaction.

He was immensely satisfied with the power of this move.

“Unless it’s a vicious beast with a high fire resistance, how can ordinary beasts withstand my flames?”

Austin put away the hot magic canister and left.

To the east of Faye City, in the magical beast breeding area.

Austin met up with his father, who got off work, and they walked home together.

After another tiring day, the men returned home. When they opened the door and saw the woman cooking a table of good food, they felt that it was worth it no matter how hard they had to work.

Catherine did not go to the Magister Academy today.

In fact, after she passed the apprentice magister test, she could already graduate successfully.

Catherine prepared to stay at home and cultivate her magic before taking the official magister exam.

“Dad, brother, you’ve worked hard for the day. Quickly sit down and eat.”

Catherine, the one who helped her mother serve the dishes, called out sweetly.

Austin and Dearka took their seats.

Katherine opened two bottles of beer for them.

Dearka smiled and said in surprise, “What’s wrong with Catherine these two days? She would never allow me to drink in the past.”

Catherine rolled her eyes at her father and said, “If you’re not drinking, I’m giving it all to my brother.”

“I’ll drink, I’ll drink!”

Dearka quickly grabbed the bottle before Catherine could take it away.

Austin’s heart felt heavy.

He knew why Catherine had been acting rather strangely these past two days.

The mortality rate of the official magister exam was high.

Catherine had just passed the examinations to become an apprentice magister, and she was now taking the examinations to become an official magister. A feeling of uncertainty must have gripped her heart.