Trapped Inside the Beta Test World for 1000 Years-Chapter 77

When Xia Ya left the Mage Tower, he had transformed into a Level 20 Elementalist, carrying the untouched "Spell Mastery Notes by Joey Jones."
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"Spell Mastery Notes (Book)"
Total Experience:
Elementalist (Adaptability 100%): 74,510
Hexer (Adaptability 80%): 59,608
Ice Summoner (Adaptability 95%): 70,785
Fire Mage (Adaptability 95%): 70,785
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Extraction Speed: 4,200/hour
Method: Reading
"Reading is practicing." — Joey Jones
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In "Illusory Realm," the conversion between professions depends on their compatibility. Generally, only the mage class has significant differences, while others like Drow Swordsman, Barbarian Swordsman, and regular Swordsman have conversion rates above 90%.
To better accumulate experience for the White Knight, Xia Ya planned to study another knight class in the future and max out his riding skills.
He allocated some of his saved experience to the Elementalist, learning "Ice Coffin." Since he planned to transition to an Ice Summoner, the Elementalist with a 90% conversion rate was better than the Hexer with less than 60%.
Joey would understand this in the future.
Joey's father wasn't truly foolish; Joey's talent was indeed astonishing from a young age. Unfortunately, his talent was misplaced.
Joey had a natural sensitivity to water elements, making him an innate Ice Summoner. However, Elementalists require a balance of ice, fire, wind, and earth, akin to a symphony orchestra. In this analogy, Joey was a violinist—talented but heavily biased.
The profession of Ice Summoner wasn't recognized by the Seven Sacred Spirits, similar to the Dark Elf's Fire Mage.
The Elemental Spirit, one of the Seven Sacred Spirits, emphasized that all things are composed of complex elements and cannot exist independently. Therefore, a caster's practice must be balanced. Under the United Holy Nation, no Ice Summoner was born, and Joey's talent was entirely wasted.
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However, this would be resolved when he accompanied Jojo to Allendale for treatment, where he would truly shine, rather than relying on "Mana Potion" to maintain his genius reputation.
Leaving Golden Avenue, Xia Ya glanced at the sky and then quietly waited by the street where the priestess was about to appear.
Mia appeared at this time every day, followed by the monastery choir.
Her singing had a strong milky scent, so whenever the choir was active, she could only smile silently.
The ethereal chanting was provided by other nuns, and the spell called "Sacred Spirit Gospel" was amplified by her and radiated to the surrounding residents.
This was a large-scale spell, including minor disease removal and purification, and also applied a defense buff.
At this moment, the residents of Astan City's slums would line up on both sides of the street, no matter how filthy they were, they would wash their faces clean and quietly watch the pure white nun robes or the red and white priest robes pass by with clear and holy eyes.
The tone of "Illusory Realm" was quite harmonious, with not too many stories of impoverished lands and unruly people. Even the thugs of the Bloodhand Gang in the slums would sincerely praise the nuns spreading the gospel, wishing them long lives.
After all, this wasn't a peaceful era, but a time plagued by monsters. The church did its utmost to protect them, and they offered devout faith in return.
Among the devout believers, Xia Ya's gaze seemed somewhat different...
He was simply admiring, his eyes lingering on Mia's baby-fat face until her high perception of 105 noticed him.
A moment of joy flashed in Mia's eyes, but she quickly restrained herself.
This didn't stop Xia Ya from unabashedly admiring her, his gaze moving from her face to the cross pendant resting on her chest.
Hmm, that key is quite stable.
The girl, feeling his gaze, bit her lip in dissatisfaction, her eyes pleading for him to restrain himself.
Alright, alright, I'll stop...
Xia Ya winked at her, then slowly turned into the slums, making sure she could see every step.
...
Half an hour later, a translucent shadow quietly entered the area.
With Xia Ya's perception, he couldn't detect her "Fade" spell, but the milky scent on the girl was too familiar to him.
Xia Ya hid behind a corner, quietly sticking out his foot. He heard an "ouch" and quickly reached out, catching the soft girl in his arms.
"Hey, Xia Ya!"
Mia was about to cast "Holy Burst" instantly, but when she saw it was Xia Ya, she opened her hands that were about to touch him and instead wrapped them around his neck.
Only then did Xia Ya feel a chill down his back.
When playing this game with her in the past, he was at least level fifty, and taking a hit from Holy Burst wouldn't kill him. This time around, he was really daring, playing like this at level twenty...
"Xia Ya, Xia Ya, why did you call me here?"
The girl's bright eyes looked at him, her face slightly shy.
Xia Ya pinched her nose, "There's something important to do."
"Ah, not to kiss me..."
Mia widened her eyes, seemingly a bit angry.
"Who taught you that..." Xia Ya chuckled, but seeing her pout, he couldn't bear it. "Then close your eyes."
Mia obediently closed her eyes, her lips slightly upturned with a small expectation.
—I feel like this silly girl is tempting me to commit a crime.
With great willpower, Xia Ya forced himself to give her a light peck on the lips.
"Hey, Xia Ya is so nice!"
Mia opened her eyes, satisfied.
So easy to please... Xia Ya smiled, setting her down, and the two of them entered the well one after the other.
A few minutes later, they were underground, standing in front of Luke.
Luke had trusted Xia Ya, but now...
It wasn't that he didn't trust him, but more like, "You're actually going to tell Sister Mia about such a secretive matter," which made him a bit doubtful.
It was like Father Faria telling Edmond Dantès, "I have a super complex, super awesome escape plan that requires your perfect cooperation," and then bringing over the dumbest prisoner from Château d'If...
The prestige dropped instantly.
Xia Ya understood this and immediately explained:
"Trust me, Mia's power will be of great use."
Alright... then.
Luke nodded, took off his shirt, and lay flat on a stone.
Xia Ya glanced at the lake.
"Don't worry, it's asleep," Luke knew what he was concerned about.
Xia Ya shrugged, not arguing.
He pulled out a dagger, the tip pointing down, aimed at Luke's chest.
"What are you doing, Xia Ya!!?"
Mia suddenly grabbed him nervously, "You didn't tell me it would be like this..."
"Luke trusts me," Xia Ya said, looking at Luke.
The boy nodded to Mia.
"I trust him, sister."
Perhaps the word "sister" melted Mia's doubts. Though still worried, she nodded and stepped back.
She watched with wide eyes, ready to intervene if anything went wrong.
"Hold my hand, Luke," Xia Ya said.
Luke gripped Xia Ya's wrists tightly, the dagger slowly piercing his chest.
It looked like he was struggling against Xia Ya's assassination, but in reality, Xia Ya was exerting upward force.
In other words, Luke was committing suicide.
Despite being only level five, any attack aimed at vital points would be neutralized by the power from Maengron. Only this slow "suicide" could cause real harm.
Meanwhile, Xia Ya began chanting "Ice Coffin."
This skill, with the strongest single-target control but the longest casting time, slowly took effect. White mist appeared in the humid air, the temperature dropped sharply, and a layer of transparent ice formed around Luke's body, slowly growing into an open coffin.
The low temperature embedded the boy's body into the ice, covering his head, shoulders, and thighs.
The dagger tip slowly penetrated, strangely without a drop of blood.
Suddenly, the calm water surface began to boil.