Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 859: The Old Spell

"Me first!"

"No, he still hasn’t properly understood the laws of space. Let me ask him."

"If he gets hit with the hard spells right away, he’ll run away."

"Nonsense! If he can’t handle it now, he’s not worth our time."

"Hey! It’s my turn! I’ve been waiting for a decent person for twelve hundred years!"

"Shut up! You say that every time."

Daniel, without even blinking, just watched them. He really hadn’t thought that spells could not only speak, but be this childish and annoying.

This completely changed his view of them and made him wonder what the founders of the magic tower, who first saw these spells, had thought at the time.

Or even the other participants in the Trial of a Thousand Spells, what was their reaction to the childish behavior of the foundations of the magical world?

Didn’t it make them question their entire lives?

Though Daniel didn’t know that the spells only acted this way in front of him.

Nevertheless, for the first time, he could see the difference in their personalities.

One of the spells, in the form of a thunderbird, kept flying proudly among the others, considering itself the greatest magical masterpiece in history.

Another spell, resembling a small sphere of water, laughed and spun around the others, deliberately interrupting their conversations to cause chaos.

In a corner, a set of floating runes stood perfectly organized, calculating Daniel’s chances of success without the slightest emotion.

"If his analytical ability is similar to the first spell, my acceptance probability will be seventy-eight point four percent."

At that moment, a dry voice full of hatred was heard.

"Why should we even give a human a chance?"

It was as if the space itself froze.

All eyes turned to a black sphere with purple flames dancing around it.

"All humans are thieves."

"They take us."

"Distort us."

"Then name their own mistakes as magical theories."

Several other spells looked at it with annoyance.

"Here we go again..."

"Leave it."

"He’s been like this since the Third War."

The argument grew louder by the moment. Each spell wanted to be the next one to speak, not to show off... but as if each was afraid of losing the chance to talk to Daniel.

Daniel just stood there. No hurry, no interference, just watching.

Their behavior, their logic, even their way of disagreeing. All of this, besides being annoying, had its own charm.

This was not a scene he could see every day in his life.

Suddenly... all sounds stopped.

Without warning, without command, all the spells fell silent in an instant. The white space around them slowly lost its color.

Not to darkness... but to a deeper whiteness where even light seemed heavier.

Countless runes appeared from the distance, slowly spinning and connecting to each other.

From among them, a figure took shape. Neither human nor spirit, but an old man whose entire body was made of thousands of ancient runes.

No skin or bone could be seen. Every part of his existence was a living formula. His eyes were two galaxies of magical symbols that constantly changed.

In his hand was a staff, from beginning to end, millions of continuous formulas flowed through it.

All the spells involuntarily moved aside. Even that proud thunder spell lowered its head.

One of the spells whispered quietly:

"Master..."

Another spell didn’t even dare to raise its head.

"First Spell..."

The old man stood before Daniel and looked at him for a long time.

Not the gaze of a judge, not the gaze of an enemy, but the gaze of someone reading the deep layers of the other’s soul.

Then he asked quietly:

"Why do you want to learn magic?"

Everyone waited. No one breathed. The spells knew well that the answer to this question was more important than thousands of other answers.

And more importantly, they were shocked and surprised that the First Spell had appeared. They hadn’t expected this commotion to attract the spell that was like a master to all of them.

But this made Daniel an even greater target in their eyes.

And Daniel didn’t answer immediately. He was silent for a few moments, then took his gaze from the old man and looked at the endless space around him.

He knew that whatever this spell was, it certainly held a very high status even among the spells, and whatever answer he gave could determine the outcome.

Though realizing that even among spells there was a hierarchy was itself a surprise.

"Because truth... has hidden itself behind magic."

The silence continued, and Daniel continued more quietly.

"For most people, magic is the goal. Power. A means to victory."

"But for me..." His gaze fixed on the First Spell again.

"Magic is just one of the ways to understand the world. If I find a better way someday... I will abandon magic without hesitation."

For the first time... the old man’s eyes trembled slightly.

The spells looked at each other. No one dared to speak. This answer might seem very arrogant from the perspective of mages... but from their perspective, it was different.

A few seconds... only silence filled the space, until finally the old man smiled very faintly.

"That’s why... everyone wanted to talk to you first."

He raised his staff slightly.

"Most who enter here seek to collect spells. Some seek records, some seek power, some even seek immortality."

His gaze deepened.

"But you... you’re studying us. Before you try to use us."

Suddenly, the entire white space trembled. Countless runes appeared from every direction. The spells looked around in disbelief.

"No..."

"Is this real?"

"The trial...?"

The old man’s voice echoed through the entire Sea of Concepts.

"The trial... is changing its own rules."

All the spells were shocked.

"Impossible!"

"Nothing like this has happened since those six little ones!"

If the mages knew that these spells called the six founders of the magical world and the magic tower "little ones," they would probably die of shock.

The old man continued.

"From this moment on... the spells will not appear one by one." More runes lit up.

"Two spells..."

"Three spells..."

"And perhaps more..."

"Will test you simultaneously."

Daniel listened without the slightest change in his expression.

"We’re not just measuring your knowledge. We’re also testing your mental limits."

"If you succeed... your progress will multiply."

At the same time... outside the trial... the number carved on the stone pillar still showed "1."

In fact, everyone was a bit surprised that, despite ten minutes having passed, the number still hadn’t changed to two.

Some even thought that perhaps he had already failed? Or maybe he couldn’t even understand the second spell?

These thoughts caused a mocking smirk to appear on the faces of Lioran’s companions, and they mocked Daniel.

But suddenly... all the ancient runes on the gate began to glow with a golden light.

Light burst from the stone cracks. The entire Founders’ Hall trembled slightly.

Azreon, the old guardian of the trial, frowned.

"Has something happened?" One of the professors asked worriedly.

Azreon stared at the gate for a long time.

"...The trial has changed its own rules." He then said quietly.

The entire hall fell into silence.

"Is such a thing even possible?" One of the tower’s professors asked in disbelief.

The guardian, without taking his gaze off the gate, answered

"In my entire life... I’ve only heard of this happening once, and that was during the time of the founders."

The trial had a standard format that had remained the same for hundreds of years. He had only heard once that the trial had been very different for the founders themselves, with different rules as well.

And now that the runes were showing different rules, he could make such a guess as well.

Even Lioran didn’t smile this time. His gaze fixed on the glowing runes for a moment. For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

At that moment... inside the Sea of Concepts... the First Spell struck his staff on the ground that didn’t exist.

With the strike of his staff, all the spells immediately moved aside, and a heavy silence covered everything.

The old man, with a voice that seemed to echo from the beginning of creation, said:

"From this moment on..."

A few seconds of silence passed.

"You will no longer pass the Trial of a Thousand Spells."

Countless eyes of the spells fixed on Daniel.

"We... a thousand spells... will test you... to see whether you are worthy of reaching the Mother Spell or not."