Chapter 300
Chapter 300
Chapter 300
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 300 – Lan Qi’s Fan Behavior
When Lan Qi adjusted the catalog on the reception desk, the black crystal screen began to change, showing a detailed list.
The scrolling crystal screen displayed a wide variety of rare treasures and magical items.
Each line represented a treasure or a magical card, described in glowing pink text, with several small icons at the end indicating their special attributes.
When Lan Qi set the sorting order from highest rank to lowest—
This time, cards of sufficiently high rank finally appeared at the top.
He gently tapped one entry, and a more detailed description along with a three-dimensional projection appeared in the center of the crystal screen—
[Roar of the Storm Dragon]
Category: Spell Card
Rank: Pink Sacred
Attribute: Wind/Barrier
Tier: 7
Effect: Creates a shockwave centered on the caster, knocking back and sweeping away all enemies within range. For 1 second, nullifies and resists all attacks up to Tier 8 within the area. Cooldown: 135 seconds.
Note: “Valor above all—do not stoop to ambushes or cowardly acts.”
“This spell isn’t bad,” Zestira leaned in, her gaze quickly drawn to the card’s detailed description.
The spell radius covered twenty to thirty meters. It caused no direct magical damage—though indirect physical harm was possible—and in most cases, it was clearly a defensive spell designed to clear toxins, traps, or flying projectiles.
But as soon as she spoke, she regretted it.
In truth, almost any Pink Sacred–grade card seemed “amazing” to her.
This one, while strong in mechanics and numbers compared to the Tier 4–5 cards she had seen earlier, might not stand out much among other Tier 7 spells.
Most importantly, whether it suited him or not, her teacher would still need years of Shadow World challenges to meet its requirements.
For a brief moment, the conference room grew silent.
They carefully browsed the catalog, while the automaton at the reception waited quietly.
“…This one.”
This time, Lan Qi barely hesitated. After looking over the effects, he tapped the confirm option without even checking the other Tier 6 wind spells.
“Eh?”
Zestira was baffled.
The automaton’s sapphire eyes flickered with light. With a mechanical smile, she said in broken cadence:“Received. Please… wait. I will… process… the final… procedure.”
She traced her fingers across the reception desk’s magic array. The central platform sank slightly, revealing a circular pedestal.
Magical brilliance swirled like a vortex above it, twisting the surrounding air as something was being unsealed and transported from the treasury.
Moments later, a card the size of half a palm floated up.
It radiated a soft pink glow. The card face depicted an ancient storm dragon in the sky, runic stars connecting in dazzling patterns. The intricate arcane filigree along the card’s edges gleamed even in the dim lighting.
The automaton extended her hand, gently lifting the card. At once, the room filled with the sound of roaring wind, as if the sheer presence of Dragon-tongue magic had descended.
“Please… cherish this well.”
“Thank you.”
Lan Qi accepted the card. The instant he touched it, he could feel the terrifying magical power compressed within.
He stored it away, and with that, their visit concluded.
“Farewell, sir, miss,” the automaton intoned as the doors opened, and the two stepped back into the wide central hall of the Infinite Library.
“Teacher, why did you choose that card?” Zestira asked as they walked across the soft red carpet.
“Because it’s Wind attribute.”
That only confused her more.
Lan Qi could hardly admit the real reason—his choice had been shaped by a personal “fanboy” obsession. He had always dreamed of owning an awe-inspiring, high-tier wind spell.
As they walked, the arcane lamps lining the path lit up one by one, casting warm light into the library’s vast shadows.
After a pause, Lan Qi asked, “Zestira, in your view, what are the advantages of this card?”
Most spells had their uses when employed wisely. Even cards from the so-called Faulty Healing series—mocked as “trash”—could shine in the right hands.
Zestira lowered her head, pondering. She felt as if her teacher was testing her.
The library’s halls grew stranger as they passed through them—magical phenomena randomly triggered, instruments playing themselves, and projections of historical events appearing out of nowhere.
Suddenly, Zestira lifted her head, her eyes brightening.
“This card can also safely demolish buildings.”
“…?”
Since Lan Qi remained silent, she explained further:
“This is, at its core, a defensive spell. Sometimes you don’t mean to damage buildings—but if it’s a matter of survival, you’d have to use it. In such cases, the property damage isn’t really your fault.”
Still—
In Helrom’s current housing market, if two powerhouses fought and one destroyed the other’s mortgage-bound home, well… no matter who lost the duel, the homeowner would likely be the next challenger on the battlefield. No need to wait for a court trial.
The more she thought about it, the more pitiful the recently disgraced cleric Caius seemed. Jobless, homeless, still in debt—and recently rumored to have attempted suicide by jumping from a building (but failed).
Zestira had never before heard of a heretic so thoroughly broken that he tried to end his own life.
“…Have you been secretly reading law books?” Lan Qi asked, a little surprised. He knew she disliked studying, so he’d never pushed her toward it. His own teaching philosophy leaned more toward “happy learning,” though he was strict about discipline.
“Just recently started,” Zestira admitted softly. But her voice carried genuine respect:“Now I feel that following you to learn is far more practical than chasing after the Talia I once imagined.”
“How so? Why call her a fantasy?”
“If she were truly as powerful as I believed when I was little, she would have restored her nation by now. In truth, it was all just my wishful thinking. Instead of believing Talia could revive her country, I might as well believe she could marry into power and let her husband do it for her.”
“…Heh.”
Lan Qi had not laughed once during the whole trip. Yet this line made him chuckle.
That old hag? Fishing for a husband? Others might rely on beauty—she’d probably have to rely on a kitchen knife.