Wizard Cliff’s body was split in half. He couldn’t believe what he was experiencing. When he noticed that he was about to die, he tried to make a counterattack at Abel. It wasn’t of much use. He was already out of mana. At the same time, the lower half that went away dropped the portal bag that it carried. “You killed me! How dare you!” Wizard Cliff screamed, but his voice gradually became weaker, “I’ll be waiting for you, AGH…. in hell! My fellow wizards will find you! They’ll hunt you, AGH, they’ll ACK ACK! down….” Abel couldn’t help but frown at that. There was no end to this. For one advanced wizard he killed, he had to go after more of them. Come to think of it, where did they ever go? He never saw them before.

Eventually, Wizard Cliff’s voice became so weak that only foam was coming out of his mouth. His eyes were starting to lose their hue. Suddenly, a white light came out of his head and flew towards the sky.

Abel didn’t know what was going on. He quickly took two steps back. When he realized that there was no danger, he decided that he wouldn’t care about it.

He went to retrieve the portal bag. Inside were the two passive defensive items that Wizard Cliff used. Because of the weird white light that flashed out, he didn’t think that it was a good idea to look around too much. After all the stuff was put into his portal bracelet, he decided to head to somewhere else immediately.

Once Johnson and the spiritual guardian knight captain were called back, Abel jumped on Flying Flame and told it to fly away. “Head back to the magic tower! Now! We’re going to find something good, Flying Flame!”

When Flying Flame was just about to let out a dragon’s roar, Abel gave it a hard slap on its back.

Abel tried to be as quiet as he could, “Hush! Hush, Flying Flame! We’re in the human world right now! Are you trying to call for the dragonslayers to come here?”

While there were a lot of “dragonslayers” amongst the humans (none, actually), a lot of the nearby creatures would probably die from hearing Flying Flame’s dragon roar. Other than that, he didn’t want the humans to know about how the invader of the Cliff Magic Tower had a dragon with him. And off it went. Unlike the other flying mounts that Abel rode on, it wasn’t quite comfortable to be on a pseudodragon’s back. That being said, it was still quite alright in general. Flying Flame was very fast, but since dragons had the power to ignore all air resistance, he didn’t feel the force of the wind blowing at his face.

Soon, Abel was back at the Cliff Magic Tower. The whole building was tilted right now. The magic tower’s defense circle was still on, though. It was on this entire time. Once Abel jumped down Flying Flame’s back, he opened up his portal beast ring to let out all of his summoned creatures.

“Lead them to find the treasures that were underground,” Abel ordered Black Wind.

All of the summoned creatures Abel had could help with his treasure looting. Black Wind had a very keen sense of spell. The five spirit wolves and the seven spiritual guardian knights could dig up the items that were covered in dirt. The poisonous ivy could search underground. Johnson could help with a lot of the digging Once all the roles were distributed, the unsearched magic tower in front of Abel. He watched the giant shell of mourning stone. According to the almanac that Wizard Morton wrote, mourning stone was something that even the royalties had little to no possession of. He wasn’t sure what it’s exact value was, but he knew that it was hard to get his hands on it.

When Abel walked to have a closer look, a barrier was in the way.

“What now?” he smiled to himself, then walked to the bottom of the magic tower. There was no barrier or defense circle there. After the broken furniture was removed, he was free to look at the inside of the magic tower.

From what it looked, all the operation tools were destroyed by the super-exploding ball. It wasn’t like the mourning stone didn’t do its job, but the shock that the tower absorbed was enough to smash everything inside. There were only a few things that remained intact: the tower spirit, the operation floor, the frame of the building, the storage room, and, most importantly, the 16th floor of the building.

The whole structure was still in place, technically speaking. Abel was pretty surprised by that. Even the teleportation circle wasn’t that badly damaged. They only needed to fix a few things to make it run again.

“Oh, no!” Abel murmured to himself, “I can’t just let this stay here. They are all too good to not be part of my collection!” A voice suddenly disturbed him.

“Intruders! Intruders!” a mechanical voice came. Abel knew that it was the tower spirit.

“Should forced exit mode be switched on?” the mechanical voice inquired.

Abel said to himself, “So Cliff didn’t have his tower on automatic mode. He had it on manual.”

If the magic tower was in automatic mode, every person that went in would be considered as enemies. They would almost always be responded with forced teleportation by the security system. If they did manage to go back to make a forced entry, the magic tower would just keep teleporting them away until all the energy was used up.

Now that the Cliff Magic Tower was in manual mode, every move would have to have the tower owner’s permission. Even if the owner wasn’t inside the building, it would still make a call to his identity card. That being said, Abel was free to search inside the tower without being interrupted.He wanted to take the tower spirit over. The tower spirit was a very precious item. It was a once-in-a-lifetime object for every wizard in the Wizard Union. Obviously, it wasn’t free. Those who wanted it either have to spend a lot of money, or they had to accomplish a certain number of tasks assigned by the Wizard Union.

The tower spirit was the same as artificial intelligence. It had a will of its own, and given the right amount of time and training, it’s intelligence would grow exponentially from when it was first created. The Cliff Magic Tower had 16 floors in total. Whatever spirit it hoarded, it must be hoarding a bunch of information.

Since the tower was so badly destroyed, Abel didn’t even have the space to stand up straight. He did have an idea, though. An idea to locate the tower spirit and gain possession of it. He put up his invisibility hoodie, and once he took the top part to his head, the strength of his power of Will became twice what it originally was.

With himself at the center, everything within a 240 meter radius was open to his scan. Soon, he figured out where the tower spirit was. He also found where the magic tower’s operation circle was. Now that he knew where they were, he didn’t even have to go to look for them. He just needed to grab them with his strengthened power of Will.

And there. When his power of Will was split into two, they went over to gain control over the tower spirit and the magic tower’s operation circle. Since the owner was dead, it didn’t take him much effort to overwrite the security measures Wizard Cliff put on them.

It was a bit weird. Wizard Cliff was already dead. From what Wizard Morton taught Abel, the tower spirit should die once its master lost his life. Right now, he could still feel some of Wizard Cliff’s power of Will on both the tower spirit and the operation circle. Maybe it was for the better. Once the tower spirit was dead, the operation circle would completely lock itself down, and only the dead owner’s control card could be used to re-open it.

Suddenly, a strange soul connected to Abel. It was weak. Very weak, actually. If Abel wanted to, he could destroy it very easily.

He knew what it was. It was the tower spirit, and he knew where it had come from.