Sorcerer’s Handbook

Whoosh—

The night wind roared in Deya’s ears. Her body felt free, unbound, like the freest of birds. Looking down at Vamora below, which resembled a pile of building blocks, Deya surprisingly felt no fear. Instead, a faint joy welled up within her.

When the Observer and the others shared the Secret Toxin, what Deya envied most was not their teamwork in the Sea of Knowledge, but their embrace as they flew to uncover the secrets of the Golden Fish.

For Deya, flying was her deepest wish. Every time she gazed out from the tower window at the distant horizon, she longed for a pair of wings.

After becoming a sorcerer, Deya’s greatest hope was to quickly form the Golden Wings. Even if it was only in the Virtual Realm, even if it meant facing danger, Deya still wanted to experience the feeling of flight, just like now.

The problem was, she didn’t have wings capable of independent flight.

Last time, the Bronze Dragon had helped her.

This time, she was truly falling.

“When a princess falls from the tower, will a knight catch her below?…”

Deya suddenly remembered this fairy tale she had told her sisters countless times. Then she thought of the people she knew.

If Annan were falling, Banjeet would definitely catch her, right?

If the sword Princess were falling, the Observer would surely reach out his hands, right?

Then, as I fall, will someone…

“Every time, I have to save you.”

A helpless sigh chased her through the roaring wind, and the girl was tightly embraced by a pair of arms.

Deya looked up. In the inverted world of descent, she saw the fate falling with her.

“Why did you—” Her tender voice was quickly swallowed by the wind.

“This is the time to just say ‘Thank you, Ashe.’” She felt Ashe’s body trembling. “I actually have a bit of a fear of heights…”

Deya couldn’t understand. She shouted at the top of her lungs, “Ashe, why… you haven’t formed the Golden Wings, at this height, we’ll both die… why are you so stupid?!”

“Great, now you don’t even call me Dad,” Ashe said, looking at the rapidly approaching ground below. “Did you forget? We have a Pact. I have to save you.”

Deya paused, tears swelling up in her reddened eyes, and buried her head deeply in Ashe’s chest. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”

“No need to apologize,” Ashe replied. “The moment I saw you falling, my body just moved on its own, kicking off the walls to catch up to you… I don’t know if it’s the Pact’s influence. I hope it is.”

“And don’t talk like I’m going to die with you.”

Deya lifted her tear-streaked face and saw Ashe wink at her. “I’ve been marked by the Weaving Festival as the harbinger of chaos. How could I possibly end up as an indistinguishable mess with you? Though, I guess this metaphor would make Igor frown, but Harvey might find it amusing.”

As Ashe spoke, buildings whizzed past them, and the ground rushed up to meet them!

“Hold on tight.”

Deya clung tightly to Ashe’s neck, her small face pressed against his chest. The wind in her ears disappeared, leaving only the synchronized beating of their hearts.

“And then, let’s become a Miracle together.”

Ashe raised his Honey Sword, plunging it toward the ground like a meteor!

The moment the Honey Sword pierced the asphalt of the city on the first level, two warm yellow beams of light burst forth.

One beam rose from the asphalt, enveloping Ashe and Deya. The other beam emerged on the 56th floor of the Senhaeser building, enveloping Igor, who had just plunged the Substitute Sword into the pristine corridor floor!

Speaking of the structures in Vamora and Azura’s city on the second level, there is a notable difference. This can be seen from the floor numbering of the buildings. Azura’s city on the second level constructs Inverted Skyscrapers, where the topmost ground level descends into negative levels. For instance, Annan resides on the -51st floor, and the lowest point of the Inverted Skyscrapers does not connect with the city on the first level.

Vamora, however, is different. The city on the second level is directly connected to the city on the first level through a hundred-story high building. Therefore, the floor numbering starts from the ground of the first level up to the ground of the second level. For example, the highest floor of the Senhaeser building is the 112th floor, which also serves as the ground level of the city on the second level.

Introducing all this is just to illustrate one point—

The ground of the city on the first level and the interior corridors of the Senhaeser building share a continuous and direct relationship.

In other words…

Starting coordinate: Honey Sword.

Target coordinate: Substitute Sword!

Using the Heart Sword as a guide, the Earth Sword as the path, and Flow to transform!

Miracle: Rush.

Ashe and Deya transformed into a faint yellow streak, flying from the ground straight to the 56th-floor corridor.

Igor blinked and saw Ashe, holding his daughter, appear before him.

The Con Artist exhaled softly, wiping his bloodstained and dirty hands across his forehead. Ashe braced himself for mockery or scolding, but Igor simply leaned against the wall and slowly sat down, looking utterly exhausted.

“It actually worked.”

Ashe, grasping for something to say, remarked, “Though I’ve always heard that a sorcerer’s Miracle, once the conditions are met, can defy all physical laws, I thought they were mostly just outlaws. Now I see, Miracles aren’t just outlaws—they’re outright tyrants, trampling over the laws of reality.”

Ashe had always used Rush as a short-distance teleportation Miracle. Due to its instant movement characteristic, Ashe had immediately thrown the Substitute Sword to Igor upon leaping.

Fortunately, Igor knew the specifics of Ashe’s Miracle and promptly planted the Substitute Sword into a safe spot on the ground.

Theoretically, as long as there was an unbroken ground path between the Honey Sword and the Substitute Sword, the Earth Sword could create a teleportation route, transferring Ashe, who was wielding the Honey Sword, directly to the coordinate of the Substitute Sword. However, this time Ashe was falling from hundreds of meters high; even a 0.1-second delay in the Miracle’s activation would have resulted in them both splattering on impact.

But Miracles exist precisely to defy fate.

Inertia, kinetic energy, physical laws—these mundane terms all bowed to the will of the sorcerer the moment the Miracle took effect.

Reflecting on it, Ashe couldn’t help but give himself a thumbs up. This Rush Miracle was by far the best use of a Miracle in his life, at least for now.

However, no one echoed his sentiments, leaving Ashe’s self-praise hanging in the air. Igor sat on the ground, still recovering; Lise clung to him, wrapped around him like an octopus.

“You two made such a mess, Qenna is definitely going to lose it.”

They looked over to see a hovercar approaching from outside the corridor, with Annan, Banjeet, and Harvey inside.

The young lady waved at them. “Get in quick! I don’t have the money to pay for the damages to several floors.”