And that was what Klein was planning to do.

But there was no doubt that the process was very complicated.

Klein conjured the tornado again. This time, he didn't throw it out.

Instead, he placed it in his palm and carefully felt the wind elements in his hand.

This was the first time Klein had done so.

For a long time, he had treated magic and elements as a means to deal with his enemies.

What he sought was the strength of magic, so he didn't know anything about the mysterious existence of magic.

It was just like reading a book. Most people who only read books wouldn't be able to see the things behind the book.

They wouldn't be able to see the meaning of the author writing the book.

This was reading a dead book.

In order to understand a book, the fastest way to understand the meaning of the reader writing the book was to read the contents of the text, to understand the intentions of the author, and to understand the contents of the book.

Only by studying it carefully could he find the knowledge he wanted.

This was something Klein hadn't noticed before.

At this moment, he was feeling the tornado in his palm with utmost devotion.

The tornado in his palm was very gentle, completely different from the tornado that stirred everything around him.

The feeling in his palm was even more wonderful.

The tornado was soft and gentle, like a naughty child drawing circles in your palm.

Klein felt it carefully.

He even treated the tornado in his palm as his own child.

At this moment, his gaze was gentle, joyful, happy, and blissful.

Pfft!

Klein was too engrossed in it, causing the tornado to lose its mana supply and suddenly stop, dissipating in Klein's palm.

Feeling the tornado leave, Klein couldn't help but reveal a hint of reluctance.

That's right.

He had feelings for the tornado in his palm.

It was as though he was really a life, his own child.

He had been prepared to take good care of it, but he didn't expect that his carelessness would cause it to dissipate.

Klein blamed himself. Feeling the loss of touch from the tornado at his fingertip, Klein couldn't help but use his hand to scoop it up.

It was fine if he didn't scoop it up, but the loss of the tornado was even faster after he scooped it up.

In a short moment, more than half of it had dissipated.

Klein couldn't help but sigh as he prepared to condense it again.

But suddenly, Klein felt something.

Therefore, he carefully thought about it and probed further. But no matter how hard he tried, the feeling seemed to slowly leave.

Klein had a guess that the feeling was very important. It was very likely the key to him breaking through wind magic.

However, no matter how he thought about it or studied it, he couldn't see anything concrete.

Klein had no choice but to cast the spell again and repeat the process.

Once...

Twice...

Three times...

Ten times...

A hundred times...

...

Klein didn't know how long he had tried.

His sleeves had long been torn by the wind.

His palms were red as well.

But he still couldn't grasp that sliver of inspiration.

"What is it?" Klein muttered.

'After so many times, did I go in the wrong direction?'

'But that's not right. Why would I have that feeling the first time?'

'Could it really be an illusion?'

Time passed by slowly.

The battlefield was silent.

Other than the commotion caused by the wind magic that Klein constantly cast, the platinum treasure chest in the distance was constantly emitting light.

The Rogue Archer in the cave seemed to have really disappeared. He didn't make a move.

Klein continued experimenting.

He didn't know how many times he had experimented.

He only felt that the magic in his body was lacking.

It wasn't enough for him to continue casting the tornado.

Feeling the lack of magic in his body, Klein couldn't help but shake his head. As expected, it had nothing to do with him!

It seemed like after this, he still had to look for magic that he could practice.

It was too difficult to research on his own.

Perhaps he could buy a true record of magic from the Gnomes next time.

The world of the catacombs should be extremely old, and there should be such basic spells.

Klein sighed and dispersed the magic in his hands, preparing to meditate to recover his mana.

But suddenly, an inspiration came to him.

At that moment, Klein felt as though he was blessed by the goddess of luck, and the question in his mind suddenly clicked open!

Looking at the answer that had been clicked open, Klein gulped and couldn't help but say, "So I've been going in the wrong direction."

"The relationship between magic and the elements isn't master and servant, nor is it a friend, nor is it related. It's mutual influence."

That's right, mutual influence. When wind magic was born, it was Klein who used the magic in his body to influence the elemental powers of heaven and earth. After it was born, it turned into elemental powers to influence magic

"That is to say, no matter how much mana I release, it's the core to mobilize the elements of heaven and earth."

"This core is not only the key to maintaining the stability of the tornado, it's also the key to ensuring how big the tornado can be."

With this in mind, Klein completely understood.

Then, he couldn't help but begin the test.

The first time, it failed. There were no changes.

The second time, he failed. There were no changes.

The third time...

The fourth time...

The tenth time...

...

Other than restoring his magic, Klein had been trying tirelessly.

Understanding theory wasn't enough to allow magic to take shape quickly.

This was because wanting a tornado to become an existence that could destroy the world was a long process.

It included the output of the magic in his body, the control of the tornado after the output, and the way the tornado drew in the elements of the world after casting the spell.

This was a very serious matter. The slightest difference could lead to a complete failure.

Therefore, Klein kept trying.

...

If Klein could see the Rogue Archer, he would definitely be more careful in dealing with it.

The Rogue Archer, who hadn't shown himself, had already made up his mind that he wouldn't take the initiative to attack.

The person in front of him was too terrifying.

He was the strongest existence it had ever seen among so many people.

The rest of the humans, let alone counterattacking, couldn't even withstand the first wave of attacks from five people.

And the human in front of him had actually broken the combo of killing people and successfully killed the Armored Scorpion and Harpy.

If it wasn't for his cleverness, he might have died at the hands of the other party.

He didn't doubt this at all. Then, he looked at the Endless Sword in Klein's hands.

It was the weapon that made his scalp tingle!

But the human in front of him was supposed to pursue the victory, but he suddenly began researching magic!

What was he thinking?

How could an ordinary person be able to study something as mysterious as magic?

It was simply a dream!