All Chapters of 《The Arcanum Algorithm》 : Chapter 151
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Chapter 151 : Echoes of Unknown Knowledge
Three days into his relentless flight across the endless sky, Grimm suddenly came to a halt. “Huh? Why does my body feel… this familiar sensation?” he murmured, brow furrowed. Slowly, he extended a hand, coaxing forth a trickle of Arcane Energy. His fingers moved in erratic patterns, as if plucking invisible strings suspended in the air. An imperceptible ripple shivered across the surrounding space, forming a silent wave. Moments later, a distorted, conical mark was etched onto the distant terrain below, a ghostly impression left by an attack no one could hear or see coming. Grimm’s eyes glimmered with delight at his own breakthrough. This technique was something Yunli had once used against him during their brief skirmish in the apprentice trials at Labyrinth Academy. At the time, the attack was a silent, almost impossible-to-counter spatial strike, with potency enough to seriously threaten even skilled Sorcerers.
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Chapter 152 : An Evening to Remember
The room was thick with tension and restless energy. Grimm’s forehead glistened with sweat, yet he had no time to wipe it away. “Damn it! Tomorrow’s the qualification trial, and the Undying Flame Sorcery still needs at least three more days to complete! Three days… just three more days! Am I really supposed to keep researching this spell during the trial?” Grimm pressed his hands to his head, letting out a roar of frustration. Rarely did anyone witness Grimm so openly agitated. A long, shuddering exhale followed. Teeth clenched, he fought to rein in the storm of emotions raging within him. At last, he muttered a reluctant sigh. “Forget it. Since I can’t finish this sorcery tonight, one evening won’t matter. I should go see the CrimsonBanner gathering. After all… everyone’s there, except Yoric.” A sudden pang of emptiness hit Grimm. It wasn’t just Yoric—it was the creeping awareness that as he approac
Chapter 153 : The Edge of Power and Purpose
The plaza was alive with energy, a riot of excitement painted across countless faces. Joy, exhilaration, and anticipation surged in waves, each apprentice sorcerer seeming to compete with the next in their display of spirited eagerness. Yet amidst the cacophony, one figure remained apart, almost entirely detached from the celebratory atmosphere. Grimm, clad in his gleaming metal armor and carrying the formidable Hydra Greatsword on his back, stood quietly among the throngs. At his side, a One-Time Space Pouch hung from his belt, and beneath his pale mask, his eyes were heavy with fatigue, constantly analyzing and calculating as if no rest had ever been permitted. The events of the previous night, the grand ball with Lafey, had not led Grimm to lingering in personal delight. Instead, he had chosen solitude, dedicating himself to the meticulous study of the Undying Flame Sorcery. Even now, his mind worked tirelessly, calculating the final foundational Annihilation