Owen might have a chance to break this iron law when he reaches the peak of sage-tier mage, but right now, he is far from it!
"This Supreme Order—you've only just begun to master it, right? It gives you such a huge boost. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a treasure—why not hand it over instead of wasting it?" Pyrothrone King laughed wildly, looking at Owen, whose aura had surged to grandmaster-tier, as if this was a gift sent to him by the heavens.
The Godslayer Staff!
The Supreme Order!
These are treasures that countless mages have pursued their whole lives without ever obtaining.
And now, Owen had delivered them right into his hands!
After all, what does it matter if Owen has reached grandmaster-tier? He's still far too weak to be a match for me!
Owen ignored Pyrothrone King's taunts. Instead, he clenched his fists, feeling the nearly hundredfold increase in mana surging within him.
