noveltune Chapter 64 Too Strong to Control
Chapter 64 Too Strong to Control
Rom suddenly raised his hand, cutting off the magic output.
The vibration subsided slowly after two seconds.
He knelt on one knee, his right hand bracing against the mud, panting heavily.
My palms were covered in mud, and my fingers were filled with bits of dirt.
The world around us finally quieted down.
But Rom's heart was still pounding.
In those few seconds, his mental energy consumption was exceptionally high. He glanced at the system and saw that it had consumed over 100 units of mental computing power.
If it had been cut off a second later, he would probably have fainted by now.
"There's a major problem with the parameters..."
He overlooked the resonance superposition coefficient, or rather, he never expected the soil's conduction efficiency to be so terrifying.
"Could it be that it resonated with the magical ley lines underground?"
...
"Quick! It's nearby!"
A series of hurried footsteps approached.
Four people dressed in dark cloaks were hurrying towards the training ground entrance.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a short beard, wearing a bronze badge around his neck, and looking around as he walked.
"He is a safety patrol instructor at the training ground."
Luo Mu suddenly stood up, instinctively putting his mud-covered right hand behind his back.
"I'm telling you, it's definitely earthquake magic!"
"A bald-headed sorcerer following behind said urgently, pointing to the ground beneath his feet."
"I'm an earth mage, I know exactly what's going on! My ley line sense detected it immediately; someone cast an earthquake spell in this area! The location is spot on!"
Are you sure?
Another companion looked on with suspicion, "How can there be an earthquake spell with such a large area? Half of the training ground is shaking. Low-level spells can't do something like that! Maybe there's something wrong with the ley lines."
"That's why I said we need to find someone quickly!"
The bald mage raised his voice a few decibels, his expression serious, "Aren't all the mages and apprentices here for training today below the second rank? Anyone capable of causing this commotion must be at least a Grand Magister..."
"A mage practicing earthquake spells in the apprentice training grounds? What's he thinking?"
"How should I know! Anyway, the epicenter is nearby, so we should just keep looking!"
The four of them walked this way while arguing, and soon noticed Rom.
The man with the short stubble who was leading the group walked straight up to Luo Mu and looked him up and down.
"I'm the training ground safety officer. Did you see anyone around here just now? Were they casting spells or something?"
Luo Mu shook his head. "No, I'm all alone here. There's no one else here."
The man with the short stubble scrutinized him but didn't speak immediately.
Just then, the bald monk walked along the lakeside to take a look, and as soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Rom's right hand behind his back.
"Hey, take your hand out."
Rom didn't move.
The bald monk walked around to his side and stared at his hands hidden behind his back, noticing they were covered in dirt.
"Hey! You! Your hands are covered in mud, are you some kind of earth mage?"
The other two safety officers reacted instantly, taking half a step back with wary expressions.
"What's your name? Let me see your mage badge." The man with the short beard extended his left hand toward Rom, while his other hand was already inside his robe.
"My name is Rom, and I don't have a badge." Rom spread his hands.
His hands were empty, and there were no badges on his chest.
"Not even a mage badge?" The bald mage and the man with the short beard exchanged a glance, their suspicions growing stronger.
Without a badge and being so young, it means he's still an apprentice.
How could an apprentice possibly unleash an earthquake spell of that scale?
"I am a fire elemental."
Rom raised his right hand, palm facing up.
A ball of orange-red flame ignited in his palm, its light reflecting on the faces of several people, flickering steadily.
A standard Tier 1 Fireball spell.
"A fire-type apprentice, currently Professor Crom Qingman's assistant."
Rom repeated it casually, then showed the nameplate that Krom had given him.
"The mud on my hands is from when I slipped and fell during the earthquake, teachers."
The bald mage stared at the ball of flame for a few seconds, then looked at Rom's nameplate and shrugged.
"Oh, it really is Krom's mark."
"Let's go, don't waste our time here."
The safety officer with the short stubble turned first and walked towards the other side of the training field. "Continue searching, see if there are any other suspicious people."
The four figures gradually disappeared into the distance.
But after walking about twenty steps, the man with the short stubble suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head and looked at the muddy ground beneath his feet.
Soft and fluffy.
He turned around and looked into the distance at the spot where Rom was standing.
As he walked over, he noticed a detail: the closer he got to the spot where the fire-type apprentice was standing, the harder and more compact the ground became.
The further out you go, the looser the soil becomes, a result of the earthquake.
This perfectly aligns with a core characteristic of seismology.
The soil at the epicenter will be extremely compacted under the repeated compression of the magic pulse.
Like the eye of a storm, the closer you get to the center, the calmer it becomes.
The safety officer with the short stubble squinted, looking at the boy who was patting the dirt off his hands from dozens of meters away.
"Boss? What's wrong?" The bald monk turned around and called out to him.
The man with the short stubble didn't answer, but shook his head.
"Nothing much, just be careful lately. It's the annual assessment gathering, and with so many new people coming in, it's easy for some unsavory characters to slip in."
...
When Luo Mu left the training ground, it was already completely dark.
He didn't take the main road, but instead circled back to the dormitory area along the path behind the college. Along the way, he repeatedly reviewed the out-of-control earthquake technique in his mind.
The parameters are correct. The logic is correct. The compiled code runs perfectly.
The problem lies in the variables of the actual environment.
Soil density, moisture content, and the concentration of underground magical veins—these things can't be written into code; they can only be adjusted instantly based on the real feedback from beneath your feet at the moment of actual release.
To put it simply, it's about experience.
Those traditional incantations that he disliked as "too redundant" were actually safe redundancies that his predecessors had acquired through countless trials and errors.
Those seemingly superfluous syllables and cumbersome gestures are essentially "fuses" and circuit breakers to prevent the magic from going out of control.
The spells of our predecessors may be cumbersome, but they are stable versions tested by thousands of years of actual combat. My own "optimized solution" is, at best, still a beta version.
During the closed beta testing phase, it's not surprising that any problems might arise.
"It seems that having the underlying code alone isn't enough." Rom pushed open the dormitory door and sat on the edge of the bed in the darkness. "I still need to run enough test cases."
Only by diligently running through the actual tests one spell at a time can the game be truly launched.
It can't be rushed.
Rom took out the box of intermediate magic crystals specially approved by Krom from his pocket, opened the lid, and inside were six pale blue crystals, each about the size of a bird egg, each radiating a calm magical glow.
He picked up three pills, held them in his palm, and closed his eyes.
The system automatically activated the absorption protocol. The luster on the crystal surface dimmed at a visible speed, and the internal magic flowed into Romu's body as if being peeled away layer by layer, transforming into pure mental computing power.
[Computing power replenishing... +102... +97... +101...]
Current total computing power: 387
Ten seconds later, the three magic crystals turned into grayish-white ashes, which dissipated with each breath.
Fortunately, thanks to the special allowance provided by Professor Crom, he no longer had to live frugally.
He was about to lie down and rest when there were three light knocks on the door.
"Mr. Romwell?"
It was Manman's voice; her voice was very sweet.
"Professor Crom requests your presence."
Rom looked out the window.
It's completely dark, and this professor still hasn't left work. Is he the "King of Papers"?
"Okay, I'll be right there."