Sorcerer's Handbook

Chapter 502: Shared Life

stars kingdom, galaxia national sports arena.

“the winner, ‘sword princess’ sonya therave!” arsenault’s voice was practically roaring, echoing across the arena: “her graceful sword dance is like a starry phoenix sweeping through the night, with a fierce miracle striking like a blazing wrath upon the abyss! ms. therave, a freshman, made her debut in the meteor trial and triumphed over countless formidable foes, standing tall in the semi-final and earning her place in the final! she has set a new record for swordflower, and even in the history of the college league, she is undoubtedly one of the few extraordinary talents. she will be the brightest morning star in the stars and the most dazzling sword flower in galaxia!”

“as a member of swordflower college, i also feel deeply honored by ms. therave’s achievement! congratulations to ms. therave on winning the semi-final!”

with arsenault’s announcement, the audience erupted. the spectators from swordflower college applauded continuously, their hands almost sore from clapping, yet they didn’t stop; other spectators, including students from truth college, generously offered their applause, showering the victor with their blessing.

as the light shifted and refracted, the brilliance of the stars focused on the red-haired girl in the arena. she held an unremarkable wooden sword, and her resplendent combat attire showed some wear, but it didn’t diminish her luster in the slightest. she raised her chin proudly to embrace the cheers and then lifted her left hand in a tight grasp, as if seizing the starlight!

under the gaze of the entire stars, sonya held firmly onto this honor unique to her!

“sword princess! sword princess!”

“stretch paw club is number one!”

“sword princess, i want to be your loyal follower!”

in the shadows where the starlight didn’t reach, chellus refused the healers’ assistance, dragged his nearly bisected crippled body, and picked up the two revolvers he had dropped earlier. compared to the injuries on his body, he was more concerned about the scratches on the revolvers’ engravings.

chellus kerr, a senior at truth college, a two-wings gun sorcerer, had been exploring the abyss since his sophomore year, and he was also last year’s second place winner in the meteor trial.

that’s right; last year’s meteor trial was an internal battle for truth college, with dimy and him sweeping the top two places.

chellus, like negus, had hoped to get his revenge on dimy in his final year at college. however, the moment dimy’s “annihilation vibration” was unleashed, chellus knew he was destined to live in dimy’s shadow for the rest of his life.

although defeating dimy seemed impossible, chellus never expected that he wouldn’t even make it to the final. as the strongest offensive faction below the sanctuary level, gun sorcerers held a significant advantage in this kind of competitive match, and chellus was a standout among them. during an encounter in the virtual realm, chellus obtained an extremely valuable orc gun sorcerer legacy, acquiring the two-wings spatial spirit ‘pierce space’!

although the spatial sect generally requires three wings to be studied properly, spatial spirits are not restricted to three wings and above.

as previously mentioned, a spatial spirit is typically composed of knowledge from various spellcasting sects, with different proportions. for example, the spirit ‘flame sword’ has a fire-to-swordsmanship ratio of 6 to 4, meaning it can be summoned by both fire sorcerers and swordsmanship sorcerers.

therefore, it’s not impossible for a two-wings sorcerer to summon a spatial spirit, but the sorcerer must possess a high level of spatial talent to summon a spatial spirit with over 30% spatial component.

without a doubt, orc sorcerers are known for having the highest spatial talent among all sorcerers. the orc sorcerer chellus encountered was exceptional-‘pierce space’ is a spatial spirit with over 60% spatial component!

had this predecessor ascended to the distant sky domain, he would have quickly advanced the spatial sect to silver, gold, or even sanctuary levels, becoming a revered sanctuary level spatial sorcerer. unfortunately, he perished on time continent, leaving his legacy to nourish future sorcerers.

‘pierce space’ has a very straightforward effect: any projectile shot by the sorcerer will ignore external factors (air pressure, humidity), pierce through all space along a straight line, and penetrate all obstacles! the distance traveled and the size of the projectile are directly proportional to the amount of spellforce consumed.

after acquiring this spatial spirit, almost no defensive miracle could block chellus’s shots; only sanctuary level spatial defensive miracles could withstand ‘pierce space’. the only weakness of this spatial spirit is that it can’t use other auxiliary miracles to guide the bullets (as it can only shoot in a straight line), forcing chellus to rely solely on his aim.

“sonya, can you still see me? how many fingers am i holding up?”

thud!

thud!

thud!

thud.

everyone’s shouts seemed distant.

sonya felt something like a ball bounce inside her soul-once, twice, thrice-until it lost all elastic potential and faded into eternal stillness.

she was gasping for air, feeling as if her body was weightless, as though the thread that had always held her up had just snapped.

it’s “shared life”!

the blessing from the amnesia cabin!

but why didn’t it take my life? why am i unharmed?

“sonya?” trozan squatted in front of her, seeing that her face was now covered in tears. the stretch paw club president reached out and hugged her professor tightly, making a whistling sound like a kettle boiling.

trozan signaled for everyone else to leave quickly, closed the door to the lounge, and gently patted her student’s head, tenderly asking, “what’s wrong?”

“i-i’m just too weak...”

“you’ve worked so hard. you’re already better than anyone else,” trozan said. “no matter what happens in the final, in our hearts, you’ve already won the meteor trial. really, you’re better than all the other participants because you’ve relied on no one. i haven’t helped you at all; you’ve earned respect and honor through your own strength.”

“there’s not a single impurity in your brilliance. you are the sole protagonist of your own life, and you deserve to be proud of yourself.”

for trozan, a sword saint with near-zero emotional intelligence, to say such comforting words, she probably exhausted all the kind words she had for the next five years. yet, as soon as sonya heard her, she couldn’t hold back anymore. unlike before when she was quietly sobbing, this time she broke down completely, crying loudly like a child.

seeing no other alternative, trozan held her tightly in her arms and let her cry it out, while hearing her incoherent self-blame mixed with sobs:

“i still can’t do anything... can’t help with anything... nothing at all...”

“i really, really... want to...”