Chapter 2 Genius

  A few days later.

  "Fluorescent Strike!" Olivela shouted out a magical name, and Perseus immediately raised his hand. Light attribute elements gathered on his hand, condensed for a moment, and then Perseus flipped his hand over, and a light ball flew out.

  "Qualified, next one, Vanity Shield!" Oliverra shouted again after glancing at the magic thrown away by Perseus.

  Perseus raised his right hand again, and the mark on his right hand flashed once more. Magical power surged out of the mark, spreading slowly before finally taking shape as a shield. Perseus looked at Olivira with an expectant expression, hoping to receive her confirmation.

  But what he got was undoubtedly not affirmative: "Not solid enough! Needs reinforcement!"

  Perseus poured all his strength into refilling the shield with magic, and the illusory shield gradually became solid.

  "Mount up, let's keep reinforcing!" Oliviera shouted loudly, "You still have a lot of magical power, control it well!" The advantage of the Golden Engraving over lower-level engravings lies in its ability to provide a large amount of magical power to the host in a short period of time, and also has a very impressive magical power recovery speed, making Perse's talent enviable.

  "Clear... White!" Perseus continued to gather magical energy, gathering and finally condensing into the shape of a shield.

  A fake shield appeared in Perseus' hand.

  "The condensation speed is still too slow, but it barely passes," Olivira said. "Can you continue to release magic?"

  "Alright!" Perseus exclaimed loudly, "What's the next spell?"

  "Good!" Oliverra also shouted loudly, "Next, Judgment Spear!"

  As soon as he heard this, Perseus immediately made a bitter face.

  The Judgment Spear, also known as Judgment, is a high-level magic that isn't easy to use. Oliviera spoke out the name of this magic, although not intentionally trying to make things difficult for Percival, but he estimated that Percival really couldn't do it.

  But Perseus was willing to give it a try! This is what Oliviera admired most about Perseus - he was humble and not arrogant, but he had the bones of pride, daring to use his own talent to challenge high-difficulty magic. Every time Oliviera thought of this quality of Perseus, she couldn't help but feel moved: even if Perseus wasn't the main character of that plan, his talent was dazzling and eye-catching.

  Perseus raised his hand, stroke by stroke, trying to outline the shape of a long gun, and then engrave magic patterns on the long gun. Perseus condensed his magic power at his fingertips, and every time he drew a line, a faint magical glow would be left behind, as if the magic power was stagnant there.

  To put it simply, Perseus used his finger as a brush and magic as ink to paint the image of a long spear in mid-air, then branded magical patterns on top of it with each stroke being extremely meticulous.

  In fact, not everyone uses this clumsy method. Otherwise, to become a skilled magician, you would have to be a painter first, which is a bit too difficult. If it were Olivira who cast this magic, relying on his powerful magical manipulation ability, he only needs to make a stroke in the air, and the magic that lingers in the air will automatically spread out, forming the shape of a long spear and magic lines, finally taking on the appearance of a Judgment Spear.

  It seems that Perseus still has a long way to go.

  "Hmm... Ah..." Perseus accidentally made a small mistake, and the entire "Long Gun" seemed to be burning with flames, all the magic turned into fragments of light and disappeared. Perseus sighed, shook his head, steadied his confidence, and stretched out his finger again, ready to re-draw.

  "Alright, Perseus, that's enough for now. This magic is still too difficult for you." Oliverra tried to stop Perseus, but he turned his head towards her and said in a low voice: "Let me try, I don't want to fail, nor do I want to face failure. I must defend my reputation as a genius."

  As he spoke, Pei Xiu's eyes flashed again with a dazzling golden light, as if he had regained his initial clarity. He gathered all his spirit and began to redraw the long spear.

  Oliviera didn't continue to stop him, but instead stared at him as if trying to see through Perseus.

  "This child, arrogant to the bone, it seems he's really too proud." Olivira muttered under her breath.

  An old man who appeared beside him at some unknown time held a negative attitude towards this view, opening his mouth to say: "No no no, Olivira Zecuto, in my opinion, this child is just desperately trying to hide his own inferiority and innate cowardice."

  Oliviera was about to retort, but he stared at the old man's face for a while and finally spoke up: "You're right, he's indeed timid and can't face failure. But undoubtedly, he's a genius. It's really interesting that such a twisted personality is gathered in one person. Do you think he'll end up with a crushing defeat or will he continue to sail smoothly?"

  The old man's dull and empty eyes seemed to flash with a glimmer of wisdom as he spoke, "There is no such thing as complete failure or unimpeded success."

  He stretched out his hand, pointed to his own heart, and then pointed to Olivira's heart, saying: "Everyone has a demon in their heart, it doesn't matter whether they are defeated or successful, only the external stimulus can awaken the demon in their heart, that is, the demon called 'cowardice'."

  “Cowardly…… perhaps. Mr. Harling, I once had such a feeling, as if everything was yesterday's reappearance, and I returned to the time when I studied theology with you. At that time, I didn't understand anything in front of you, and now I still don't understand anything in front of you.” Olivira said with emotion.

  Harlin smiled and said, "The old man has spent his whole life studying theology, there's nothing else he can brag about. He only becomes eloquent when talking about theology."

  "You're too kind," Oliverra said.

  "But I, the old man, have another specialty besides theology, that is, recognizing people." Harlin raised his head and stared at Olivira with his turbid eyes. "The old man who taught you from childhood to adulthood can say this: among the three high priests, only you can achieve great things."

  Oliveria was taken aback and said: "Mr. Harlan, don't talk nonsense, I personally have no interest in the position of Pope."

  "Hmm, hmm." Harin's old man hummed twice and said, "The Pope? In your eyes, the Pope is a big deal? No, no, no. Your ability is greater than this, and your heart is also greater than this. The Lunar Priest Zhufano has a narrow mind, although his ambition is vast, but his character limits his achievements. The Solar Priest Farlan's character and talent are both excellent, but he is too kind, can be said to be indecisive, it's hard to achieve great things. This old man has seen countless people, and the only one I look highly upon is you."

  "You can't say that, everyone has their own personality flaws......" Olivela was about to gloss over it, but just then Old Harlin let out another "hmmph", and immediately stopped talking.

  "You think you can"