Mages Are Too OP Chapter 701 – Everything Has Its Ups and Downs

Chapter 701 Everything Has Its Ups and Downs

While the other organizations were poking around, Roland wasn’t idle, trying to find out his enemy in the way of a Mage.

“Tell me where the enemy’s organization is.” Roland used Lesser Benediction.

The small stick that was erected didn’t fall.

Instead, the magic power in the air vibrated, and Roland couldn’t help but cough a few times as Lesser Benediction failed and he suffered a slight magic recoil.

Is it because the organization has no name?

Roland considered the semantics of what he had just wished for and said instead, “I wish to be pointed in the direction of my enemy.”

The stick fell over and then rolled in a circle.

Roland’s expression was suddenly dumbstruck.

Of course, my enemies are in all directions, all over the world.

But that was normal when he thought about it. The enemy contained the meaning of being harmful to oneself.

Wild beasts, magical beasts, and so on might also be included.

Not to mention, even among the players, some people were quite annoyed with Roland and took an interest in hunting the experts of the server.

There would always be quite a few players who were into PVP.

For example, Principal Huang, a Warrior, was protected by many guild members and was still attacked three times, his attackers succeeding twice.

The hunt for Roland was delayed until now because of his spatial magic and his high level and great power, unlike Principal Huang, who only had a guild.

As for the Saint Samurai Schuck, they had even less desire to kill him.

For one thing, Schuck had a dragon and flew around all day.

The second was that he stayed in the Holy Realm all the time and rarely appeared outside. It was impossible for any other player but Schuck to blend in with the higher echelons of the Church of Light.

Roland thought for a moment and then continued, “I wish for Johnson’s master’s location!”

This time the stick came down again and then rolled in a circle again.

Oh… so Johnson has many masters?

“Looks like it’s troublesome not knowing the enemy’s true identity, even Lesser Benediction can’t help.”

Roland gave up.

Lesser Benediction had significant limitations.

Commands that were too complicated to understand and those that were too costly could not be realized.

What if it was Grand Benediction?

The problem was that Roland didn’t know Grand Benediction.

It seemed this was all that he could do now.

Besides, Roland didn’t think much of the Grand Benediction either.

It was said to be able to achieve any wish, even the resurrection.

But what if you used Grand Benediction to become a god!

It definitely wouldn’t work.

It was still a matter of energy strength.

And he might not be able to bear the subsequent side effects.

So, in the case of being able to bear its cost, both Grand and Lesser Benediction worked well, but there were limits to both.

It seemed like there was no opportune shortcut.

Roland gave up the idea of using benediction to find it and instead concentrated on studying magic. He wanted to optimize Teleportation and Magic Shield and reduce their casting requirement.

Another day of game time was over, and Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin.

After washing up, his mother already had breakfast ready.

Fish fillets and lean meat porridge with ginseng slices.

There were also steamed buns with goji berries.

Roland ate happily.

His mother sat across the table and said, “Ah Wei, you look a little pale and frail, you need to take care of your body… When will you bring the girl back for us to see?”

Roland’s face went green all of a sudden.

Now that he used Transform to Mana every day, how could he not be weak? If his mother hadn’t made him dishes to nourish and strengthen his back every day, he would probably be even weaker.

No… Looks like I can’t stop exercising, and I also have to take time to practice the Nourishment of Life.

Anyway, the framework of the secret base had been set up, so he didn’t have to go there every day all day. He only needed to go there for half a day.

He could strengthen his body and practice the Nourishment of Life instead.

In this way, the days went by, and about a month later, he finally finished optimizing the simple version of the Magic Shield.

The simple version of the Magic Shield had been made completely transparent to fit reality.

True and complete transparency.

The other thing was that the protection had dropped dramatically.

In the game, assuming enough magic power was used, the spell was estimated to be able to withstand four 410mm cannon blasts, but in reality, it would only be able to stop a Desert Eagle caliber bullet at best.

And it could at most block about twenty rounds; the difference was quite obvious.

But there was no way around it.

His body in reality didn’t have a high growth template. If it was calculated by the game’s values, it was estimated to be only 8 for Intelligence growth and about 6 for Spirit growth. The other stats were even worse, such as Constitution, which was estimated to be only about 4 points.

And his “level” was also low.

It didn’t matter, though, being able to cast spells now was an evolution in itself.

So Roland was content.

With the Magic Shield, Roland was much safer going into the underbrush.

He wouldn’t be afraid of miscanthus cutting him or vermin or anything like that.

And over time, the amenities of this suburban park were gradually being built.

After all, the rabbit country prided itself on the speed of building infrastructure.

Roland walked through the mountain trail, and even in the daytime, he could see an occasional passerby or two who were loitering on the trail.

In particular, there was an elderly man who looked spry and could be seen every other day or two.

Over time, the two even got to know each other and greeted each other with a nod.

There were starting to be more people, so it seemed like he would have to pay more attention in the future.

It was better to come to the secret base late at night.

But the problem was that he had to go into the game world at night. The timing would conflict.

“Looks like I’ll have to get Teleportation out of the way.”

Roland was sitting on a stone chair at this time… Using Mud to Rock, he could accomplish a lot of things, and making stone furniture could be done in passing.

A golden ball emanating a warm light hung above the secret base at the moment, while behind him a whole wall was lined with an assortment of potted plants.

There were already over a hundred pots.

Scindapsus, cactus, green pine, Chinese swamp cypress, and other such bonsai plants were there.

There were even blueberries and baby tomatoes.

Thanks to thirteen hours of Sunlight, this place had been able to fully realize the oxygen cycle.

In the evening, Roland came out of the secret base and then squeezed through the underbrush only to see an old man standing in the middle of the trail, looking at him curiously, as soon as he got out onto the trail.

“Hello there, young man.”

Roland calmly patted his body, pretending to pat away the grass wadding, then smiled and said, “Hello, Uncle.”

The old man stood with his hands behind his back and his body straight.

Based on this look, Roland guessed that he was probably a retired official.

“When I saw you go up the mountain earlier, you clearly had two potted plants in your hands, why did you throw them away?”

Roland pretended to be confused. “Potted plants? I didn’t bring any potted plants.”

Roland didn’t bring any potted plants over today, as he felt there were enough for oxygen circulation.

“Is that so?” The old man smiled indifferently. “I find that you like to go into the mountains and forests.”

“Well, I certainly do.” Roland laughed. “Just like you like to take a walk in the middle of the day, Uncle.”

“There aren’t many young people like you who like to go into the mountains.” “There aren’t many old people like you, Uncle, who take a walk at noon. They usually do so in the evening.”

It was tit for tat.

He almost came close to saying, “It’s none of your business what I like to do.”

“Haha.” The old man laughed softly. “The mountains and forests are full of snakes and insects, so bring something to rub on your body to avoid them in the future.”

“Thank you for reminding me, Uncle.” Roland shrugged. “I’ll be going home then; it’s late.”

He turned around and left.

At this time in the evening, the sunset was beautiful.

Then the old man caught up with him in two or three steps and walked side by side with Roland. “What’s your name, young man?”

Roland didn’t want to talk and didn’t want to answer him.

Seeing that Roland didn’t respond, the old man laughed helplessly, “You’re quite vigilant at such a young age.”

“So what’s your name, Uncle? Where do you live, and how many people are in your family?”.

“Oh…”

When the old man didn’t say anything, Roland smiled.

The old man sighed as he slowed his pace and waited for Roland to walk ahead before he slowly followed down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

After descending the mountain, Roland got on his mountain bike and left.

The old man stepped aside and got into a small black car.

He then took out his phone, dialed some number, and said, “Tai, the monitors you have there, do you have any miniature ones that can automatically record for a month or two and are well hidden?”

“Yes.” A young man’s voice came over the phone. “What do you need all this for, Uncle?”

“Saw something quite curious, and you know I won’t feel comfortable until I get to the bottom of things.”

“Oh. Uncle, what happened?”

“It’s like this, I’ve been going for a walk in the Huixian River Park for a while.”

“Well, yeah, yeah.”

“Every now and then I saw a young man come for a walk too, and at first I thought he was strolling, but later I noticed that he would always disappear halfway up the mountain, so I kept an eye out, and finally noticed that he kept going into the bushes.”

“Uncle, it’s not a big deal, right?”

“The thing is, he had two potted plants in his hand every time, just not today. And they disappeared after he reappeared. Don’t you think that’s strange?”

“Taking potted plants up the mountain often? What kind of obsession is that.”

“Yeah, I got curious, then went to ask him about it, and he turned out to be wary, very wary. I developed an eye for people back in the day when I was diverting goods into Russia, and that kid is definitely not simple.” “What’s even stranger is that the potted plants disappeared when he appeared.” The young man’s curiosity was also piqued. “Interesting indeed.”

“Right? Why don’t you get some monitors over here and we’ll install a few up in that place to see what the secret is?”

The voice in the mic said, “That’s fine, but I don’t have that kind of equipment in the store right now. I’m out stocking now and won’t be back until the day after tomorrow, so maybe I’ll come find you the day after that.”

“Sure.”

At this time, Roland returned home and was eating dinner when he received a call from Night Tide Sands.

the day?”

“Of course I do,” Roland said as he ate his tonic soup. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m going to a classmate’s wedding in the neighboring city tomorrow, but my big brother isn’t available tomorrow, so can you come with me? I’m a little worried to be alone.”

It wasn’t good for a girl to go out of town alone.

Roland instantly agreed. “Okay, no problem. What time do you want to go in the morning?”

Night Tide Sands made him a delicious breakfast every day some time ago, and he was only at home recently because he wanted to replenish his body.

Night Tide Sands was so loyal, so if she needed help, Roland certainly wouldn’t refuse.

“I’ll drive up and pick you up around eight-thirty.”

Night Tide Sands’ voice sounded quite happy.