In an instant, boundless magical energy poured forth, and a chaotic surge of sorcery warped the surrounding space.
Reverse Gravity.
Space completely inverted, pivoting around a single point.
The monsters scrambling forward suddenly froze mid-stride, and in the next moment, they tumbled upward.
The Tower of Polar Night reached nearly a hundred meters into the sky, and even this bottom floor was more than ten meters high.
Dull thuds echoed one after another as the monsters slammed hard against the ceiling. Flesh tore and blood splattered; the creatures caught at the very top of the pile were crushed into minced meat under the overwhelming weight.
Then, as the magical surge dissipated, the monsters pinned to the ceiling plummeted back down.
Dull crashes rang out once more, accompanied by the agonizing shrieks of the dragonized beasts. The lucky few who had previously been spared by landing on a cushion of bodies now found themselves serving as the cushion for the rest, crushed beneath the mountain of flesh at the bottom.
Just like that, the hundred or so dragonized monsters blocking their path were wiped out.
[Your spellcasting unleashes an untamed Wild Magic Surge]
[Roll 87–88: You cast Reverse Gravity]
Feitian Nüwu had no idea what the wild surge had actually done, let alone anything about the so-called Reverse Gravity spell, but she certainly knew they had won the battle.
Wiping the sweat from her brow, she beamed with delight, patting her chest as she let out a long breath.
"Phew, good thing my skills were superior."
"..."
Beside her, Charlotte stood dumbfounded, petrified by the earth-shattering spectacle.
Only after a long silence did two words slowly slip from his mouth as he gave her a thumbs-up.
"Freaking. Awesome."
A complicated mix of relief and a bitter smile crossed Charlotte's face.
"How about... you be the guild leader instead?"
With unwavering conviction, he had bitterly studied magic for a whole year, acquiring spell scrolls from scratch and gradually mastering all kinds of low-circle spells. He could unleash dizzying combinations of spells against monsters—only to be completely outdone by the "Warmaster of Dumb Luck" triggering a wild magic surge on a whim.
Charlotte suddenly felt like an exhausted laborer who had proudly returned home with a hundred thousand yuan, only to find that a relative's kid had won a five-million-yuan lottery jackpot.
He was genuinely on the verge of a breakdown.
"Guild Leader, I don't know what happened either. Everything just died in one hit."
Feitian Nüwu stuck out her tongue and scratched her head sheepishly, looking like an innocent magical girl without a shred of the maniacal momentum she had shown while slaughtering every monster in sight just moments ago.
"Forget it. Let's move on and keep exploring."
"Thanks to Nüwu, otherwise we would have wiped at the entrance."
Charlotte exhaled faintly, the stiff smile on his face unable to hide his deep inner exhaustion.
The group carefully stepped over the carpet of monster corpses. A few dying dragonized beasts tried to launch sneak attacks, but Charlotte casually finished them off.
"Not dead yet, huh? Trying to ambush me, are you?"
He aimed straight at their heads with exceptionally practiced casts of Scorching Ray, even smashing their skulls open with his staff to vent his frustration. The sight made cold sweat break out on Fengyun's forehead nearby.
The members of the Magic Coin guild checked in at Valena's cabin, then proceeded toward the top floor of the Tower of Polar Night.
"As long as we reach the top, it's pure profit."
"Time to haul in those quest items!" Fengyun said excitedly.
He hadn't expected things to go so smoothly either, with Feitian Nüwu pulling off a high-level spell and clearing the most dangerous stretch, the Death Corridor, with zero casualties.
Yet the moment they stepped onto the gravity platform, a black claw tore through space.
From the sinister spatial rift, Vagnerd stepped out, clad in black robes.
"You annoying rats!"
His voice carried a hint of ground teeth. Having long descended into madness, he rarely felt such petty irritation.
Ever since Mantou's group had broken in, this tower—viewed by ordinary people as a forbidden zone of death—had received frequent visits from players. At first, he had been delighted, quite interested in these peculiar humans, and had wanted to capture a few specimens.
But this was already the thirteenth batch! With players rushing in one after another, he didn't even have time to conduct a single experiment, and all his plans had been thoroughly derailed.
Moreover, he had discovered that these creatures who called themselves "players"—and whom the Northlanders referred to as the "Starfallen"—seemed capable of infinite resurrection. Within half an hour of their deaths, both their remains and their equipment dissolved into scattered specks of light, as if struck by a Disintegrate spell. Even Vagnerd could neither halt the process nor trace where they went.
He had conducted experiments long ago: even if he severed their limbs and extracted their flesh and blood, those materials would still mysteriously vanish half an hour after the player died. Even soul-imprisoning spells could not stop them from respawning through their data panels.
Fengyun cried out in shock, "Holy crap, why isn't this boss playing by the script? Isn't he supposed to wait for us in the Land of Demonic Dragons? Why did he come knocking on our door directly?"
Charlotte gritted his teeth. "Never mind that, fight! Kill this bastard!"
The seven spellcasters unleashed their magic in succession. Acid, flames, and ice shards rained down upon Vagnerd in a dazzling display.
Yet a thin, invisible black barrier enveloped the surface of his black robe. When the spells struck him, they elicited no reaction at all, like pebbles sinking into the ocean.
"Throwing these meaningless spells... Are you provoking me? Provoking the great Dragon-Mad Black Wizard?"
A sinister grin appeared on Vagnerd's face.
Finger of Death.
Another sixth-circle spell!
A sphere brimming with pitch-black negative energy flashed from his fingertip, striking Charlotte squarely in the chest.
Before this overwhelming magic, the Shield spell around Charlotte was as fragile as wet paper, offering no resistance whatsoever. The dark light greedily poured into his body, devouring his vitality in an instant and visibly withering him into a skin-and-bones mummy.
This was an absolute level suppression. In the presence of an archmage of this caliber, these apprentice wizards from Magic Coin were utterly powerless.
Fengyun shouted, "Nüwu, your turn!"
Having just witnessed Charlotte's gruesome demise, Feitian Nüwu's hands trembled as she gripped her staff and cast the lowest-level Fire Bolt.
As if answering her call, a surging, chaotic tide of sorcery churned once more, whipping up a wild tempest of magic.
"Oh? A magic surge?"
A flicker of amusement crossed Vagnerd's eyes.
The next instant, with a soft "poof," a potted flower appeared on the floor, and Feitian Nüwu was nowhere to be seen.
[Roll 41–42: You turn into a potted plant until the start of your next turn. While a potted plant, you are incapacitated and vulnerable to all damage.]
"..."
This time, it wasn't just her teammates who fell silent; even Vagnerd was so incensed that he laughed.
"Are you trying to mock me?"
Chapter 207