Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Lolan Hill’s Philosophy of Combat

After a long absence, returning home was a blissful experience. There was no need to think about anything or worry about anything. Lolan Hill lay on her familiar small bed, the white cotton quilt soft and warm, made from the starlight fabric she wove herself and the cotton she grew. The quilt was adorned with white star patterns, slightly cute but not overly ornate.

She took some time to rest at home, usually waking up only by noon. After eating something, she would stroll around the courtyard, sometimes walking barefoot on the bluestones and grass, feeling the rough chill of the stones and the warmth under the sun, and the gentle touch of grass tips against her feet.

In the afternoon, she would sit under a tree by the stream with a light yellow straw hat, sometimes fishing, and other times just lying on the rocks beside the stream to nap, letting the hat shade her face from the sunlight filtering through the canopy, while the gentle breeze caressed her body.

At night, she would become quite energetic, often sitting on a small stool in the courtyard, starting a fire in a small pit to grill the fish she had caught during the day. She would sprinkle them with salt and green onion, the delicate white flesh of the fish being very smooth. After finishing the fish, she would flip over the sweet potatoes roasted beneath the coals, peeling off the hot skin to reveal the steaming interior, and then eat them bit by bit as the cool evening wind settled.

On rainy days, she would sit quietly by the window, watching the world outside, shrouded in a light mist of autumn rain. She would listen to the fine raindrops hitting the forest and mountains, feel the wind carrying the mist, and breathe in the fresh, cool air.

Days passed peacefully, and Lolan Hill felt truly relaxed during this period.

Actually, even at school, her roommates and classmates were not difficult people to get along with, but there were always some concerns when there were many people around, making it less free than being alone. At home, she could wake up at noon, take a leisurely walk in the mountain area in the afternoon, prepare something to eat in the evening, and spend late nights writing and drawing in her room.

One afternoon, Lolan Hill sat on a clean rock by the stream, rolling up her skirt and dipping her bare feet into the clear water, feeling the coolness of the stream and the gentle touch of the water against her feet.

A small pit by the stream had several pieces of red charcoal burning quietly. With a gentle breeze, the edges of the charcoal gradually turned grayish-white, like downy feathers, before peeling away to reveal the bright red center.

A simple triangular iron frame was set up over the charcoal, with a small iron pot placed on top. Inside the pot, steam rose and made a slight bubbling sound, cooking some delicious food. The ingredients included mushrooms, radishes, greens, tomatoes, and slices of meat, seasoned with salt, green onions, and a little oil. The natural flavors of the food were highlighted, and the little hotpot emitted阵阵 aroma.

When the food was almost cooked, a pair of bamboo chopsticks gently probed into the pot, picking up a piece of mushroom, blowing on it lightly, waiting for it to

After it cooled down, it was placed into pale lips, slowly savoring its juice and flavor.

It tastes so good~

Lolan Hill secretly cheered inside, then picked up another piece to put into her mouth, and comfortably lay on a nearby stone, completely disregarding her usual ladylike demeanor.

The sunlight filtered through layers of red maple leaves, sparsely landing on the forest meadow, casting a mottled pattern. The young lady enjoyed the carefree time.

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And so, after more than half a month, she thought with unease about doing something meaningful.

Regarding Clancia, this year mainly involved restoring production and opening new roads. Just these two tasks would require a lot of energy and time, and it would probably take 1-2 years for the entire nation to stabilize initially. This was a gradual process; one couldn’t rush it, and she couldn’t interfere too much.

As for Kalithes, the steam turbine construction was still being perfected. Selecting materials and setting up the production line also needed time. She only needed to occasionally check in and supervise the progress.

In that case, this year, her own task was to focus on improving herself and guiding a few students onto the right path. Although the system’s mission required her to mentor several powerful apprentices, learning and cultivation depended primarily on the individual. She couldn’t act like a nanny, constantly by their side. That wouldn’t be practical.

She just needed to ensure they stayed on the right track and offer guidance when they encountered confusion or difficulties. There was no need to worry too much elsewhere, since these students were all quite diligent—well, except for Ye Ling, who was lazier than she was.

As for herself, her main goal for this year or next year was reaching the Angel Sequence.

Thinking of this, Lolan Hill closed her eyes and slowly felt the pure white core within her body. On the flawless white jade gem, there were intricate light blue patterns, similar to exquisite porcelain. These silk-like patterns continuously guided mana into the core’s center, compressing the mana to form pure white magic power of the Angel Sequence, which was then stored.

Inside the core, the delicate inscriptions constructed like a small furnace, injecting the stored pure white magic power and undergoing a second refining and compression. This refined angelic magic power turned into a faint silver color, carefully preserved within the core like tiny droplets. Even during battles and spellcasting, these silver magic powers weren’t used because they were beyond her current control.

If ordinary magic power was like regular water, these silver magic powers were like metallic liquid, several times denser.

Magic power flowed like water. The strength of an extraordinary core was like a pump. Low sequences were like using a water gun, with limited impact. High sequences were like using a high-pressure water gun, causing greater damage with the same amount of magic power.

Skills and techniques were like methods of utilizing water. Simple skills were like shooting with a water gun, having little impact. Advanced skills were like turning water into ice hammers to smash enemies, greatly increasing their power.

Therefore, even with the same sequence and profession…

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In different hands, its power varies greatly; the Sequence can only roughly judge one’s strength, but cannot be used as a complete basis for judgment. This phenomenon is particularly evident before Sequence 5.

However, after Sequence 5, this situation will significantly decrease, making inter-class battles increasingly difficult. Sequence 8 and Sequence 9 are like insurmountable barriers. Some geniuses may advance to Sequence 8 in their fifties but may never reach Sequence 9 in their lifetime. This is not just about the accumulation of magic power, but more about the construction of the core of being extraordinary.

If we compare it to drawing a house on a piece of ordinary white paper as the transition from Sequence 0 to Sequence 1, then advancing to Sequence 8 would be drawing a thousand different houses on that same paper. And reaching Sequence 9 would mean drawing ten thousand different houses. The size of the paper remains the same, but the places that need meticulous design will increase. If one merely crudely piles up magic power, the dense magic power, if not properly tamed, will explode like fireworks.

Well-trained magic power and the core of being extraordinary can transform magic power into a fierce storm of bullet attacks, whereas a rough core piling up too much magic power would be like an accumulated warehouse of fireworks, ready to explode at any moment. Before even launching an attack, one might explode themselves.

This is also why extraordinary beings advance slower and become more cautious as they progress further. Some would rather not advance than take such great risks. At the same time, this represents the preciousness of Sequence 9, where each person has developed their potential to the extreme, integrating their soul and beliefs to create a unique miracle.

Each Sequence 9 role is unique and cannot be imitated or replaced, not even by twins with identical talents, because everyone’s experiences and perspectives have subtle differences.

Given Lolan Hill’s current speed of refining her magic power, she might be able to fully prepare and advance to Sequence 4 early next year.

She still needs to speed things up a bit.

She couldn’t explain why, but she still wanted to be more prudent. At least, so far, the system’s actions have been for her own good.

She didn’t want to learn from those characters in TV dramas and movies who gamble with their lives against enemies.

Although it might seem exciting, when she was in the position of a character in the story, she just wanted more power. It would be best if she could fight outnumbered. Fighting alone doesn’t count as heroic. When facing one person, use artillery instead of a handgun, and use long-range strikes instead of small rockets.

That is the righteous way to do things.

Life is not a game, and kindness should not be rigid. Only victory brings a beautiful ending. She ultimately prefers comedies and doesn’t want to see tragic and poignant tragedies.

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