Offensive Spell

The warm morning sun shone through the balcony into the room, making everything in the room cozy.

Lying face up on the carved pine bed, Aubrey was sleeping soundly with her body curled up. Her face was still flushed, and there were traces of tears at the corners of her eyes.

Her disheveled golden hair covered her towering breasts, and faint sucking marks left by Raymon's madness last night could still be seen on her skin.

On her smooth white skin, the flush after orgasm remained, but those purple sucking marks were even more conspicuous.

Standing by the bed, Raymon's face showed an imperceptible playful look. He looked at the delicate body lying on the bed without restraint. After figuring everything out last night, Raymon, without any guilt, occupied Aubrey directly against her resistance.

The maid outfit scattered on the ground had become strips of rags because Aubrey's concealment made Raymon extremely angry. After almost a whole night of madness, Raymon turned the charming Aubrey into a woman.

Not knowing if she perceived Raymon's gaze, Aubrey, who was lying on the bed, trembled her eyelashes, and a large area of flush appeared on her fair skin.

Seeing this, Raymon couldn't help laughing. He slapped her plump buttocks with his hand, making a crisp sound: "Get up and do what you should do."

Aubrey, whose pretense of sleeping was seen through by Raymon, hurriedly covered her aching buttocks and got up with an embarrassed expression. Looking at Raymon who was trying hard to piece together the clothes torn on the ground, she threw his clothes over with a laugh and went to wash up.

After enjoying a sumptuous breakfast and seeing Aubrey walking with her legs closed, Raymon with a calm face asked her to rest first.

After cleaning up his breakfast, Raymon called the black mane bear to him. After instructing it to perform guard duties, Raymon strode into the dark room and told the chip to transmit the organized first-level spells to the memory area of his brain.

Icicle (Basic) - Spell Level 1.

Consumption: Spiritual Power 3, Mana 4.

Effect: Form a sharp icicle for long-range attack.

Effective Range: 25 meters.

Casting Time: 6 seconds (casting fails if over time limit).

Advantages: Power determined by caster's own spiritual power, can be condensed in advance for short-term control.

Disadvantages: Requires locking on visible targets. There is a certain probability of failure against moving objects.

The first-level spell tested by the chip was an attack spell of the water element. According to Raymon's current strength, he could only cast it once while maintaining full mana.

Sitting in the dark room, Raymon became a radiation source, reciting the spell in his mind. The mana surging from his body attracted the energy particles around, and after a few seconds of preparation, a sharp icicle more than ten centimeters long and hexagonal was condensed at once.

The icicle hovering over his palm radiated piercing chill. In Raymon's perception, this icicle had a slight connection with his spirit.

As long as Raymon wanted, he could shoot the icicle at any place within sight.

Without letting the icicle attack, Raymon observed the hovering icicle carefully while the chip quickly collected data.

But as time went by, the icicle slowly melting at room temperature became unstable in Raymon's perception, and his control over the icicle decreased rapidly.

One minute after the icicle appeared, Raymon suddenly lost control of it. Losing the ability to hover, the sharp icicle fell quickly to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Squatting down to pick up the broken icicle, Raymon was surprised by the piercing cold entering his hand because ordinary ice cubes would never have such a low temperature.

"Analyze the monitoring data just now!" Raymon silently commanded the chip urgently.

With the red dots appearing in Raymon's eyes, torrents of data flashed rapidly in his sight.

"Task established, start analysis..."

"Task completed, data result as follows..."

"Icicle: Hardness 8, initial temperature minus 79 degrees. Structure: Highly concentrated polymer of pure water molecules."

The chip's result made Raymon exclaim in surprise, then frown.

In his memory, water was incompressible. Even if it turned into ice, it had a compression limit.

But the spell Raymon had just cast completely overturned Raymon's original cognition.

Continuing to raise his hand to cast again, but the depleted mana in his body prevented Raymon from completing the whole process just now. Although he did not know the power of this spell yet, Raymon knew that he now finally had an offensive spell.

Very satisfied with this spell, Raymon then entered meditation to restore his depleted mana. Until the chip notified him, Raymon left the dark room and returned to his room after his mana was fully restored.

When Raymon entered the dark room in the morning, it was almost noon when he came out. According to the chip's data statistics, the 4 points of mana he had just depleted took almost two hours of meditation to fully restore.

But to Raymon's surprise, after successfully casting Icicle Spell once, his spiritual power increased by 0.1 and his mana upper limit also increased slightly according to the chip's record.

Delighted, Raymon summarized the results after casting the spell after reviewing the chip's record. "Meditation combined with continuous casting of spells will cause a slow increase in spiritual power and mana, but such ability growth is still too slow."

The black mane bear guarding outside the door soon poked its head out of the door. Seeing that it was Raymon who made the noise, it turned its head and pounced out.

The heavy stomping on the stairs, accompanied by the maids' screams, became a unique prompt in the ancient castle. Raymon, who had just stood on the balcony, found that the cooks on the lawn of the ancient castle had started a fire to barbecue.

The black mane bear, whose figure had become extremely fat, crawled on the lawn like a hill of meat. Its whole black mane shone brightly in the sunlight.

Just as a smile appeared on his face, Raymon heard an angry roar from outside the door: "Raymon! What did you do to my sister? I'm going to kill you!"

Hearing the sound, Raymon turned around in surprise. He heard "thump, thump, thump" footsteps from outside the door, then a short figure appeared at the door.

Holding a long sword taller than himself, with an angry expression on his face, he found Raymon standing on the balcony after searching with hateful eyes.

Frowning, Raymon immediately scolded loudly: "Seth! Didn't you receive any education to knock on the door before entering?!"