Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength
Chapter 313 - 312 Daedalus’ Book

Chapter 313: Chapter 312 Daedalus’ Book

His choice had been correct.

He followed the stairs upward until he reached the rooftop.

There, Ronald was now certain of the rightness of his previous decision.

Given that the Minotaur’s strength hadn’t allowed it to catch up immediately, this proved the creature’s behavior.

Ronald now had ample time to find and then decipher the original text.

"Phew—"

"In a trial like this, it certainly pays to be cautious."

He let out a breath and surveyed the estate’s rooftop, which he had just climbed.

From below, it had been difficult to see clearly, but once he was here, he discovered that this space arranged on top of the residential building was quite interesting.

—A workshop.

This was the impression the rooftop left on Ronald.

Near the top of the stairs was a small, separate room.

It was a well-drained awning with a workbench, toolboxes, wooden racks, and the like arranged in order—all signs of a place well-suited for labor.

Especially noteworthy was a set of wings pieced together from feathers mounted on a wooden rack.

—Icarus’ Wings.

The location and this discovery.

Ronald was quite certain that the large wings hanging on the rack were the mythological treasure created by Daedalus, which allowed humans to soar in the sky.

However, this was not Ronald’s main objective.

The reason he had entered the original text’s trial was mainly for the authentic tome that had caused all this.

He took two steps into it.

Under the cover of dust, Ronald found many pages scattered across the table, most written with text or drawings, and at the very top of these pages was a draft sheet adorned with wings.

"Is this its state before it was bound?"

"..."

He picked up the draft page thoughtfully and gently brushed away the dust on top of it.

Then, everything on the page became clear in front of him—it was indeed ancient Greek script.

Without any hesitation, Ronald read aloud the words:

"To think of trapping one with a labyrinth cast by the designer himself, how ridiculous!

I have the vast sky to reach any place I desire to go.

..."

He read every line and word.

Until he finished reciting, Ronald began to see a distortion in his surroundings.

Faced with this, he frowned slightly.

"Something’s not right..."

He had once passed a trial.

After completing the trial at that time, Ronald experienced the separation of all his senses including vision, touch, smell, hearing...

Only the workings of his mind had continued normally.

However...

What kind of half-hearted distortion of the scene was this?

Was there such a huge actual difference between the trials of different original texts after one had passed?

As Ronald puzzled over this, a new change appeared before his eyes.

The pages he had been holding in his hand inadvertently turned into a whiff of dust and dissipated.

Only then did something dawn on Ronald subconsciously.

—The first phase of the trial in Daedalus’ Book had been passed.

—As long as he paid in Magic Power, from now on, he could freely use the spell named "Icarus’ Wings."

And the reason Ronald was not yet withdrawn from the trial...

Was because it hadn’t ended at all!

The Minotaur Maze in Crete was only the first trial in Daedalus’ Book; if he wanted to continue gaining subsequent abilities, he needed to pick up the other draft pages before him.

With that, the subsequent trial would continue.

However, there was one thing to be mindful of.

If he chose to proceed, then he must complete the next trial before he could opt out, and he could not abandon it halfway through.

If he did not choose to continue, Ronald could use the incantation "Wings of Icarus" right now and immediately escape this trial’s illusion.

Almost subconsciously, Ronald reached out to pick up other manuscripts.

But his movement halted just as his fingertips were about to touch the papers.

Unknowingly, a faint smile appeared on the corners of Ronald’s mouth.

Then he shook his head,

"That would be far too rash."

"..."

After thinking it over calmly, it indeed wasn’t wise to continue the trial.

It wasn’t that Ronald lacked the resolve to pass subsequent trials.

If it was entry into a canonical trial under normal circumstances, he could carry on with the process, and it wasn’t impossible for him to see it through to the end in one go.

But the situation was different now.

In the real world, the members of the "Scroll Research Group" were still observing the trial’s progress.

That was an institution specifically devoted to the study of arcane knowledge.

Much of their gathered assembly was made up of Casters at the forefront of their various fields.

If he carried on with the trial here, they might discern something once he left, which could be problematic.

Consequently, relations between the two parties could become strained.

Ronald, who currently depended on the "Scroll Research Group" for a predetermined Prophetic Spell,

was about to forsake his original purpose for the sake of power.

Wasn’t that a foolish case of "coveting the land but overlooking what he already had"?

Having made his decision, Ronald began to recite the incantation with the knowledge he had just obtained:

"How ludicrous it is to try trapping someone within a maze designed by its own creator!

I have the vast sky to journey to any place I desire.

..."

As the incantation was recited, a new surge of Magic Power began to emerge behind Ronald.

The Magic Power condensed and then shifted from physical to ethereal.

In the end, a pair of white wings appeared behind Ronald, extending to a length of two meters when unfurled.

Their ostentatious appearance was almost identical to an Angel from myth.

"They are rather large..."

Muttering to himself, Ronald walked out of the room where the workbench was located.

Looking up at the sky above the maze, he began trying to control the wings to take flight.

——The spells of the arcane truly defy science.

In fact, there was no need to flap the wings at all.

Merely contemplating the notion, Ronald was lifted by an invisible force from the wings, and soon he was hovering in the air.

——Ronald was now capable of flight.

——The wings behind him were merely a visible manifestation of the Spell, and in the process of flying, they needed not move in the slightest.

With that realization, Ronald willed it,

and the pristine Wings of Icarus swiftly carried him toward the high skies, surpassing the highest walls of the maze in the blink of an eye.

Passing above the Minotaur Maze, Ronald’s altitude still soared higher.

But it was at this moment that the tragic event similar to the myth of Icarus happened,

with the wings carrying Ronald to a height of about forty meters above the ground.

——The wings ceased to function.

What followed was the intense distortion felt when breaking completely free from the trial’s illusion.

Sensing this change,

Ronald couldn’t help but remark before he fully separated from it,

"This Spell, it even reproduces this detail from the myth!"