I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

A faint wave of magic drifted from the main courtyard. Dean Bruce carefully sensed it, detecting no killing intent, and quickly deduced the visitor's identity—Alita Miller.

Dean Bruce's expression remained unchanged as he calmly continued to instruct Nemesis Bruce. With the tenfold comprehension reward he had recently gained, his understanding of the material far surpassed Nemesis Bruce's, making her excited to learn under his guidance.

Once everything was settled, Dean Bruce instructed Hakenny to prepare dinner, allowing the two women to continue their training while he himself headed toward the main courtyard.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a peculiar magical aura rippled through the air, enveloping the area. The surface of the nearby water shimmered, and Alita Miller's figure appeared before Dean Bruce, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower.

"Did you bring the evidence?" Dean Bruce asked directly.

Alita Miller nodded, then chuckled, "It seems you've grown even stronger. It's only been a few days, yet standing before you feels overwhelming."

Even though Dean Bruce hadn't been training intensively, the rich magical energy he absorbed in the Quicksand Secret Realm, along with the aura of his enchanted weapon, had significantly strengthened him, resulting in noticeable changes.

Dean Bruce didn't answer her question, instead continuing, "Give me the evidence, and I'll take care of Cyb Louis. By the way, has there been any trouble at the academy these past few days?"

"Everything is fine at the academy," Alita Miller replied with a smile. "But you missed out! Yesterday, after the new student training ended, a vice principal made an appearance, bringing a surge of magic energy that allowed us all to train to our heart's content!"

As she spoke, Alita Miller gently turned the ring on her finger, causing a silver-glowing crystal to appear, hovering in front of Dean Bruce.

"This crystal is fragile," Alita Miller cautioned. "Just infuse it with magic, and you'll be able to see the scene of Elvis killing Cyb's sister. But be careful with it."

Dean Bruce took the crystal and asked, "Is there anything else I should know?"

Alita Miller pursed her lips, sensing his tone and choosing not to linger. Her figure began to fade, turning translucent.

Just as she was about to disappear completely, her gentle voice echoed in his ear, "You'd better hurry. There's news that a team from the Dragonrock Empire is on the way. If they join forces with the Church of Light or Saint Laurent City, it could lead to war!"

"The world grows more chaotic, and everyone's on edge. Taking down Elvis might become that much harder."

At this moment, the limitations of slow information transmission became apparent.

Hannah Fields' engagement cancellation had only happened in the past few days, something Alita Miller was unaware of, which explained her anxiety and concern.

Dean Bruce, however, was not worried. The Dragonrock Empire, after all, was not an invincible force. As long as they held onto their ambitions, they wouldn't risk an open conflict with the Church of Light or Saint Laurent City.

Most likely, this delegation was here as negotiators, seeking to reestablish an alliance.

Composing himself, Dean Bruce weighed the crystal in his hand a few times before channeling his magic directly into it.

He didn't fully trust Alita Miller and wasn't about to take the crystal straight to Cyb Louis. If it contained something else entirely, Cyb Louis might feel tricked.

As he infused it with magic, the crystal began to glow, and a scene appeared in Dean Bruce's mind.

It showed a gang of bandits ambushing a convoy. Despite the presence of numerous guards, they were ultimately overpowered. The young girl in the carriage suffered as well.

Narrowing his eyes, Dean Bruce cast a spell to recreate the girl's appearance from the vision.

After completing this, Dean Bruce looked up at the sky, still bright with the sun high above, then turned and left the estate, heading straight for the Nine Provinces Alliance headquarters.

For Dean Bruce, every moment was crucial.

Of course, as he traveled, Dean Bruce was also contemplating new magic spells and carefully reviewing his recent rewards, including the enchanted artifacts he'd acquired.

He couldn't afford to examine the properties and effects of these powerful items in the open, as there was no telling what kind of danger might lurk nearby. Revealing the aura of these artifacts could invite trouble.

Reducing potential conflicts was always preferable.

[The Prayer of the Sufferers - SSS-Grade Artifact]

[Effect: Each time the user sustains an attack, a portion of the damage is absorbed, accumulating a layer of "prayer" status. Upon reaching ten layers of prayer, the user will be granted a random beneficial magic effect lasting 12 hours.

When thirty layers are accumulated, the artifact releases the absorbed damage as an explosion, harming all hostile targets within 100 yards of the user and afflicting them with a random, non-purifiable, non-dispellable negative status effect, which lasts for 300 hours.]

[Lord of the Golden Sand - Divine Artifact]

[Effect: When equipped with the Lord of the Golden Sand, the user's affinity for earth elements increases by 90 points, and their resistance to earth-based magic increases by 50 points.]

[When located on terrain rich in sand or soil, the user's vitality and defense increase by 20%, and magic power increases by 30%. Additionally, there is a 5% chance to summon a sandstorm upon being attacked, dealing damage to the target.]

[By channeling magic into the Lord of the Golden Sand, the user can summon an endless cascade of sand to blanket the area, gaining control over all nearby sand and soil. The longer the effect is maintained, the greater the magic expenditure.]

"!!"

Reading the descriptions of the two items, Dean Bruce's breathing quickened.

There was no mistaking it—these artifacts were truly divine, their powers absolutely astounding!

The last effect, in particular, seemed deceptively simple in its description. Yet the simpler the description, the fewer the limitations.

As long as Dean Bruce's magic could keep up, the effect would essentially adapt to his will!

The Prayer of the Sufferers was also quite good, offering buffs to himself with a counterattack effect as well. With some luck, its benefits could be impressive.

After placing both The Prayer of the Sufferers and Lord of the Golden Sand in his system storage, Dean Bruce cleared his mind and continued toward the Nine Provinces Alliance headquarters.

By now, he'd visited enough times that the guards recognized him, greeting him respectfully without trying to stop him.

As he walked through the organization's halls, however, Dean Bruce's brows furrowed slightly.

For some reason, the Nine Provinces Alliance gave him an oppressive feeling today.

It was as if something major was about to happen, a feeling that involuntarily made him tense up, preparing himself for combat.

It wasn't until he reached Cyb Louis's office that this atmosphere and pressure finally lifted.

This also suggested that Cyb Louis had no ill intentions toward him.

Pushing open the office door, Dean Bruce saw Cyb Louis still seated at his desk, reviewing documents. Cyb's voice rose up, "You're back. How was your gain from the Quicksand Secret Realm this time?"

"Not bad," Dean Bruce replied, glancing around the room. "I actually have something rather important to discuss with you."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Cyb Louis paused his paperwork, raising his head to scrutinize Dean Bruce carefully.

Sensing the seriousness in Dean Bruce's expression, Cyb Louis waved his right hand, summoning a deep azure light that enveloped them both like a protective shield.

Wasting no time, Dean Bruce projected the appearance of the young girl he had seen earlier.

Then...

A shocked gasp escaped Cyb Louis the moment the girl's face appeared. His pupils contracted sharply, and he abruptly stood up, his gaze growing cold and fierce.

Seeing this reaction and sensing Cyb Louis's shift in emotion, Dean Bruce exhaled softly in relief.

"How… how did you…?" Cyb Louis stammered before falling silent. His eyes locked onto Dean Bruce like a hawk, and he demanded coldly, "Who exactly are you? Why are you approaching me? What is your purpose?"

Dean Bruce shook his head. "I'm just an ordinary person who was recommended to come here. I'm not here to target you specifically."

"Then how do you have this person's image?" Cyb Louis's voice remained icy, magic surging within him, ready to erupt at any moment.

Dean Bruce didn't answer directly; he knew he had to keep control of the conversation. Smiling slightly, he said, "If I were you, I wouldn't ask that question. The real question you should be asking is: who was her killer?"

As his words fell, Cyb Louis's pupils contracted sharply, his heartbeat quickened, and he swallowed, his reaction starkly contrasting the calm, indifferent demeanor he usually displayed.

It proved that no one could truly remain unaffected in the face of something they cared deeply about. What people called composure was simply a mask, one that fell away in the presence of something that truly mattered.

"Who is it?" Cyb Louis asked after a moment's hesitation.

He'd dreamed of avenging his sister, and at this moment, whatever Dean Bruce's motives were no longer mattered.

Without drawing it out, Dean Bruce took out the crystal and tossed it to Cyb Louis, saying, "Infuse it with magic, and you'll see everything that happened back then."

Cyb Louis examined the crystal carefully before channeling his magic into it. Suddenly, his body went rigid, and his expression grew increasingly fierce.