My Muscle System in the Mage World

Chapter 150  Forbidden spell

"And that should finish it," the instructor muttered with a satisfied smile on his face, ready to follow William and the others alongside his colleague.

However, just as they were about to depart, the two instructors heard a faint rustling sound that immediately put them on high alert. They exchanged glances, sharing a silent understanding, and began carefully observing their surroundings.

After a prolonged silence, one of them finally shouted, "Who is it?"

A disdainful voice replied, "Your grandpa."

With those words, their world turned dark as they collapsed to the snowy ground. Strangely, despite their lifeless bodies lying motionless in the cold snow, there wasn't a single visible wound on them. It was as if their souls had been extracted, leaving their bodies untouched and intact.

In the midst of the snowy landscape, an old man with a hunched back materialised out of thin air. His expression was cold and uncaring as he looked at the fallen instructors, and then he turned towards the direction of William with a sneer on his face.

"This kid will get his body no matter what," his expression turned into madness as he smirked.

However, just then, he turned to the side with a fierce expression on his face.

"You dare hide from me," he shouted with a loud roar.

From the shadows, a man wearing black robes that covered his entire body from head to toe materialised as he hurriedly dodged a boulder with a startled expression.

"Walter, what are you doing here?" the man shouted.

"I should be the one asking Noah's dog," Walter said with a chuckle.

Hearing this, the man's expression turned cold.

"Do you know who you are disrespecting?" The man's voice was tinged with an icy coldness, his eyes staring daggers at the old man.

"Aww, cute puppy is angry," Walter said in a mocking tone, his eyes starting to shine brightly.

Seeing this, the man's eyes widened. "Are… are you really attacking me?" he asked with disbelief.

Walter rolled his eyes; however, his eyes never stopped glowing.

The man's eyes turned serious seeing this, and his eyes also flashed.

"Walter, do you really dare to attack a fellow elder and dare to be cast down as a traitor? You were previously known as the elder of the village; countless people praised you, and the children made you their idol. How could you betray the village in just a blink of an eye?" the man loudly said in anger, fury flashing in his eyes.

Walter's expression turned stiff; it seemed to have struck a chord in his mind.

"No matter if they see me as the village hero or not, even though I am younger than those other bastards, I am going to die soon. What is power and fame if I die soon?" Walter loudly shouted, as if he was venting his anger at the world.

"They praise me, but the village couldn't even provide me with a lifespan spell to extend the lifespan I lost fighting for the village."

Walter shouted out with rage evident in his tone and felt a lot better.

The man's eyes widened with disbelief as he uttered, "madman." However, he had secretly informed the leader already, so they would be arriving at the place soon.

Just then, the crazy expression of Walter suddenly changed to a cold, uncaring expression. He looked at the man with a slight smile.

This smile suddenly caused the man's scalp to rise in fear as he felt an ominous feeling.

Before he could even react, he saw a small flash of red light, and his world turned blank.

With a sickening thud, he fell to the ground, and the impact was followed by a grotesque scene—a large hole in his head. The skull's integrity shattered, allowing blood to gush out profusely and create a growing pool around the lifeless body.

Walter looked at the man's corpse with a mix of pity and detachment in his eyes.

The old man's beard seemed to turn slightly grey, and his eyebrows started to fall, with his remaining aged hair cascading to the ground as well, making him appear bald.

His wrinkled face, weathered by the passage of time, seemed to have even more pronounced creases.

"Sigh, this forbidden spell is too powerful. Unfortunately, it cost me too much of my lifespan," he muttered, his brows wrinkling even more. This was the spell he had used to heroically save the village once, unleashing the terrifying power of the forbidden spell "Heat Raze," which could melt any object in a matter of seconds.

In the world of magic, there was no absolute spell; everything had a counter. Despite the forbidden spell's incredible combat strength, allowing wizards to surpass their inherent tiers, nature itself balanced it out. The price for wielding such immense power was a steep reduction in the caster's lifespan.

No matter what method he uses, every time he employs this spell, his lifespan decreases.

Walter's body weakened, and his back hunched even more, his once-sturdy posture now showing the visible toll of the forbidden spell.

Even his feet stumbled, and the thought processes in his brain significantly slowed down just like that.

"Old age," Walter cursed as he dragged his feet to walk.

At this pace, Walter would never be able to catch up to William.

However, the stakes were too high for him. The moment he made a duplicate and blew it up right at the centre, there was only one option for him—either take over the body of William and run or die a miserable death by being labelled as a traitor. There was one outcome for a traitor: death.

Walter's eyes flashed with determination.

"I have already sacrificed everything for these: my fame, my status, my home…"

The stakes were too high!

His eyes reflected with a spell, and immediately his hunched figure vanished from thin air.

William, who was walking back, suddenly felt an ominous feeling. This feeling didn't originate from himself but from the boiling true vampire bloodline hidden deep within him!