My Muscle System in the Mage World

Noah walked through the dark corridor until he finally reached a large door in front of him.

"Lord Sky, I have found a child blessed with a high-grade mental space."

"Oh, you finally found someone," came a cold, chilling tone from behind the imposing door.

"Yes, Lord Sky, although he is only at the peak of wizard apprentice level currently," Noah said with a hint of pity in his tone.

"Let him grow for the time being, then. But remember to protect him at all costs, without any hesitation, until he becomes a tier two wizard."

"Yes," Noah nodded respectfully.

"When he reaches tier two, immediately inform me about it," the voice from beyond the door was tinged with a sneering tone.

Noah's expression became tentative. "What about my lifespan spell, Lord?"

"Don't worry, I will give it to you after you bring the boy here," the voice paused for a moment before continuing, "I will give you some lifespan for now."

Suddenly, a golden light shot out from the huge door and instantly appeared in front of Noah.

Noah's eyes lit up with excitement as he beheld a simple golden pattern that had appeared before him, adorned with two large circles.

"Thank you, Lord Sky," Noah exclaimed fervently, bowing deeply to show his absolute respect before turning around and leaving the place.

After Noah departed, a voice emanated from inside the door once more, this time filled with excitement unlike before.

"Finally, I can refine the spell using the high-grade mental space as a sacrifice!"

…

Noah walked out of the room, heaving a sigh of relief. He gazed at the simple golden pattern with two circles and then sprinkled a drop of his blood onto it.

Swish!

The golden pattern immediately entered his body, appearing in his mental space with a faint reddish hue, indicating the early stages of tier three wizardry.

As the golden symbol materialized, it swiftly moved towards his vital spell, merging seamlessly with it.

Noah's aged appearance began to undergo a transformation, his gray beard regaining hints of black as if time itself were reversing for him.

After a while, Noah's transformation came to a halt. Though he still resembled an old man, there was a noticeable improvement.

"My lifespan has increased by eight years," Noah muttered with excitement. Each circle of the lifespan spell represented four years, and with two circles in the spell, his lifespan had directly increased by eight years—a significant boon.

Noah waved his sleeves, restoring his youthful appearance, but his vitality remained unchanged. Despite his ability to alter his outward appearance with a simple spell, his lifespan remained unaltered.

"Combined with my lifespan, I have about a decade to live," Noah murmured to himself. No matter how formidable a wizard might be, their lifespan was finite, typically extending to around a hundred years. This limitation made it impossible for wizards without lifespan spells to effect significant change over long periods.

Noah's lifespan was pitiful previously however now his lifespan has increased by five times now from his previous state of only two left!

Lifespan spells were regarded as a natural gift, bestowed randomly by nature itself; no wizard had ever succeeded in artificially creating such a spell. Technically, a weaker wizard could bide their time until the stronger wizard died if their lifespan exceeded that of their opponent.

Noah pushed aside his distracting thoughts and focused on meticulously planning William's fate.

As for Aur, he had no specific plans. While Aur showed promise as a genius, his potential was limited by his barely qualified middle-grade mental space. However, his high combat prowess could still prove valuable to the village.

Noah didn't harbour much thought for Aur beyond considering him a valuable asset to the village.

"I hope Lord Sky will fulfil his promise," Noah murmured, his eyes narrowed. However, he still felt helpless in the presence of Lord Sky.

Who were respectfully called lords?

They were the supreme tier four wizards!

Even the founder of this village hadn't reached the tier four wizard realm.

If one could reach the tier four wizard realm, they would be able to suppress all five villages with a wave of their hand. Even in the outside world, they were highly regarded.

Noah was nothing but a slightly stronger bug compared to a lord who could crush him with a mere slap.

…

Aur returned to his group, met by their astonished gazes.

"What did they ask Aur?" George couldn't help but inquire curiously.

"They just asked me for some things and said I could return," Aur replied casually, and George tactfully ceased his inquiry, while the others remained silent.

As for the details of those inquiries, George refrained from asking further. Sometimes, knowing too much could lead to harm.

"Let's go on a simple mission and earn some crystals, what do you think?" John suggested with a smile, attempting to uplift the mood.

The three nodded with smiles, and Aur also agreed. George confirmed, and they made their way to the building.

"Wait, he returned so quickly."

"It might have been a misunderstanding. Perhaps he was only summoned for information."

"Why does your tone sound regretful?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Discussion erupted among them as they pondered Aur's situation some with jealousy some with curiosity.

…

William gazed at the black bear, its forehead marked with a distinctive symbol, as it charged towards him. Apprehension creased his face, not merely due to its gigantic size but also the terrifying aura it exuded, weighing heavily upon him.

Drawing upon every ounce of colorless mana within his mind, he activated his spell, encasing his body in an icy frost armor that chilled the air around him.

Yet, against the ferocious charge of the shadow bear, he felt as helpless as a blade of grass in a storm, flung aside and sent hurtling into a nearby tree.

William coughed up a mouthful of blood, disbelief mingling with bitter resignation in his expression. Surveying the scene around him, he spotted the scattered remnants of his once-comrades and his senior, now reduced to mere bits of meat and blood.

With the shadow bear sneering nearby, its jaws still crunching on its latest victim, the grim reality of what had occurred here became all too clear.

"Sigh, it's all my fault. If only I hadn't been so greedy…" William muttered helplessly, casting a resigned glance at the charging bear.

Just as the bear's terrifyingly large mouth loomed over him, ready to swallow him alive, a sudden change seized the creature. Its hair bristled, and its movement froze mid-action, a look of human-like shock crossing its eyes as it turned abruptly.

Boom!

Before the bear could even react, it met a tragic end, torn apart with ease as if its formidable strength amounted to nothing. Its once impenetrable hide yielded effortlessly to the force that felled it.

The blood of the shadow bear cascaded over William, drenching him in its crimson tide along with the internal organs of its.

Summoning his resolve, William staggered to his feet, his face etched with a mixture of pity and anger.

"Why didn't you save me earlier?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration and resentment.

Silence.

There was no response, only the stillness of the wilderness punctuated by the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves.

"Where are you, you bastard!?" William's curses echoed into the wilderness.