There are mainly three directions in space research: energy gathering, space construction, and transposition. Other aspects are considered peripheral. Now that individuals have introduced new works in all three directions, if Ivan wishes to stand out, he must first outshine the works in the same category.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ivan stepped forward at an unhurried pace.
“Hurry up and show it; what are you dithering about?” Yosef couldn’t help but speak out, impatient with Ivan’s demeanor.
He could begrudgingly understand losing to Barny, but he refused to believe he could lose to the man before him. Otherwise, the transplantation of the star frog’s bloodline would have been in vain, which was something he absolutely did not want to see happen.
“Heh, it seems Sorcerer Yosef is itching with anticipation,” Ivan said nonchalantly with a chuckle, reaching into his pocket and slowly pulling out an item.
Before anyone could get a clear look, the object landed on the ground and transformed into a white-patterned crystal mirror, standing upright and reaching a height of two meters, standing there out of thin air.
“This is the ‘Eye of Pure White.’ Its function is quite singular: it can monitor spatial turbulence and alert to spatial changes. Should there be a sudden disruption, the mirror will shatter first and foremost.”
“Really?” As soon as his words fell, Angus stepped forward eagerly to examine the Eye of Pure White up close.
“You’re welcome to verify it,” Ivan announced aloud.
Taking his invitation, Angus didn’t stand on ceremony and signaled Ivan to step back. He then drew upon a large amount of space energy from the sorcerer tower, manipulating the spatial threads.
There were no other visible alterations around them, but the turbulence arose from there.
In an instant, the Eye of Pure White responded; black lines burst forth on the mirror’s surface, emitting a soft ‘drip drip’ sound.
Angus, paying close attention to the changes in the mirror, saw this and deliberately intensified his actions. The turbulence spread from near to far, making the black lines on the Eye of Pure White’s surface multiply and the warning sounds grow increasingly urgent.
The insistent dripping noise served as a reminder to every sorcerer present of the danger creeping closer, making them instinctively step back.
“Sorcerer Angus, that’s quite enough. Unless you’re aiming to create a spatial maelstrom,” Dowala, the Vice President of the School of Protection, chided sternly as he watched someone intensifying the turbulence, causing the dangerousness of the enchantment workshop to climb.
“Haha, my apologies, my excitement got the better of me, I just couldn’t help myself, couldn’t help it, hahaha.” Angus finally came to his senses, calming the turbulence while laughing it off.
Everyone could clearly see the thrill that bubbled over him.
“You always manage to come out on top, don’t you?” Jormo said somberly.
He understood why the other was overjoyed to the point of losing composure; the Eye of Pure White could indeed propel the whole school’s advancement. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire
The School of Space had always been understaffed, largely due to two reasons: the high difficulty of research and the frequent accidents, the latter often being fatal without explanation.
The latter reason, in particular, deterred many sorcerers.
The appearance of the Eye of Pure White was sufficient to dispel the sorcerers’ concerns, allowing the School of Space to begin flourishing.
“I don’t appreciate that remark; what do you mean by ‘lucky find’? Sorcerer Ivan has always been a pillar of our School of Space. It’s only natural for such an invention to emerge from our school,” Angus retorted with a smile.
“To be honest, the Eye of Pure White would more than suffice as the marvelous treasure of your school, far surpassing that fairly useless void rat amber,” Jormo stated bluntly without entertaining Angus’s self-satisfaction.
Hearing his words, the other Vice Presidents exchanged glances and nodded subtly in agreement.
“We can discuss this matter later.” As President of the school, Angus somewhat agreed with this statement but couldn’t be too quick to show his stance. “In terms of potential, the Eye of Pure White clearly has more to offer and could even ascend to being used for exploration in the Star Realm.”
“That makes sense.”
Since it was a showcase of inventiveness, there could be only one leading position. Donnie’s ‘Replacement Token’ was also impressive, and the Vice Presidents would not hastily judge superiority; it was crucial to be well-founded in their assessments.
Angus thus invited everyone to come forward for a closer examination and led a preliminary discussion.
Everyone either talked about replacing the Token or mentioned the Pure White Eye, all of them expressing admiration for it.
Seeing his own Cloud Sky Bag blatantly ignored, Yosef, standing to the side, had an especially colorful expression with his pupils dilating rapidly, soon presenting a state of one eye larger than the other, yet he was unaware of it.
“Yosef, you needn’t be discouraged,” an elder of the School of Space said, noticing the odd expression on his face and moving closer to comfort him, “your Cloud Sky Bag might not be as novel as the Pure White Eye or the Replacement Token, but it also has its unique aspects. It’s guaranteed a place in the top three.”
Most people shared a similar thought that no matter how unique the Cloud Sky Bag was, in layman’s terms, it was just a means of converting space energy into Crystal Stones. Such methods had long been available within the school, and were not few in number.
The birth of the Cloud Sky Bag for the entire School of Space was like gilding the lily.
“What did you say?” Yosef heard clearly, which was tantamount to saying that the Cloud Sky Bag could only be ranked third, and to say it so openly in front of him made his mood even more displeased.
As his emotions changed rapidly, his transplanted left pupil further dilated with dark purple frog-like patterns emerging like blood vessels, looking fierce.
Around him, space energy unconsciously gathered.
“Drip, drip, drip.”
Not far away, the Pure White Eye responded, stirring the others who were in heated discussion.
“Wizard Yosef, I advise you to contain yourself and drop that grimace; this is not a place where you can behave recklessly. Understand?” Angus stared coldly at the individual.
“Yosef understands,” the Vice President’s voice wasn’t loud, but to Yosef it felt like being splashed with ice-cold water from a spring, making him suddenly calm down.
Arrogant as he might be, he had no room to act recklessly in front of the Vice President.
As for this scene, others just smiled it off without adding fuel to the fire.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Sorcerer Ivan’s Pure White Eye holds even greater significance for our School of Space. I, Donnie, can only admit inferiority,” Donnie sighed inwardly and said in a timely manner to everyone.
“Wizard Donnie, you are far too modest,” Ivan said.
“Sorcerer Ivan, you should not belittle yourself. Everyone knows who is better. Next time, I’ll come to you for advice,” Donnie stressed.
“Haha, being first or second isn’t important. You both are pillars of the School of Space, and a momentary win or loss doesn’t mean much,” Angus softened his previous chill, speaking with a smile to smooth things over.
Since even his rival had conceded, there was no need for further discussion, and the outcome of the small appraisal contest went without saying.
Of course, Sorcerer Ivan took the first place.
Without a doubt, apart from Yosef, who was extremely displeased, everyone recognized the result.
“Lastly, I declare Ivan Marichadon the winner.”
“Whirrr.”
As Angus spoke, applause flowed like a stream of water.
After the applause died down, Angus, in front of everyone, handed the Star-patterned Turtle Legacy Bead and a Space-type Crystal Stone to Ivan, bringing the curtain down on the small appraisal contest.
Some people left, such as Yosef, who felt that he had lost face; he left in a hurry.
Others stayed to exchange research insights with colleagues, promoting mutual knowledge and growth. As the winner, Ivan belonged to this latter group; he couldn’t possibly leave early.
At the same time, word about the outcome of the small appraisal contest began to spread.
This result surprised many and invigorated those who supported Ivan, who felt that it was no less than what one would expect from the creator of the Black Magic Wind Fire Array.