Chapter 417 The Villain Lady Arrives 246
Alice held the magic wand tightly, feeling the power and warmth it conveyed. She knew that this magic wand would accompany her every moment in the future and become her most loyal partner and weapon.
However, when she tried to cast a spell with the magic wand, she unexpectedly discovered a problem. No matter how hard she tried, the magic wand could not release any magic. She looked at the magic wand in her hand in surprise, not knowing what was going on.
She turned to look at the magic craftsman and asked in a low voice: "What's going on? Why can't the magic wand release magic power?"
The magic craftsman looked at her, with a complicated light in his eyes. He whispered: "Although this magic wand is perfect, it lacks the most important thing - your soul."
Alice was shocked when she heard this. She whispered, "My soul? Are you saying that I need to inject my soul into the magic wand?"
The magic craftsman nodded and whispered, "That's right. A true magic staff is not only made of materials and skills, but also of the soul and beliefs of the user. Only when you inject your soul into the magic staff can it become your true partner and weapon."
Alice was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I understand. I am willing to try to inject my soul into the magic wand."
Magic Wand Soul Contract
Alice held the magic wand tightly, with determination and resoluteness in her eyes. She knew that this step would completely change the trajectory of her life, but she had no way back. The magic craftsman stood beside her with a solemn expression, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, which was necessary for the soul infusion ritual.
"Are you really ready, Alice?" the magic craftsman confirmed again, his voice low and powerful.
Alice nodded without hesitation: "Yes, I have decided."
The magic craftsman took a deep breath, slowly unfolded the scroll, and began to chant the ancient spell in a low voice. As the spell sounded, the air around him seemed to solidify, and a mysterious force spread in the air. Alice felt a strong energy fluctuation coming from the magic craftsman and rushing into the depths of her soul.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let her mind enter a state of tranquility and concentration. She knew that what was coming would be an unprecedented challenge, and she had to go all out.
As the spell continued, Alice felt her soul stirring, as if trying to break free from her body. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain of her soul being torn apart. This pain was not only physical, but also mental. She seemed to be able to hear the cry from the depths of her soul, and that voice was full of fear and despair.
But Alice did not flinch, she held the magic wand tightly and concentrated her willpower to the limit. She believed that only after experiencing such pain could she gain real power.
Finally, with a deafening roar, a part of Alice's soul was successfully split off, transformed into a brilliant light, and injected into the magic wand. The magic wand instantly burst out with dazzling light, as if it resonated with Alice's soul.
Alice opened her eyes and looked at the magic wand in her hand, her eyes flashing with excitement and excitement. She felt her power rising continuously, as if the whole world was under her control.
"Success!" The magic craftsman also showed a gratified smile. He knew that Alice had taken a crucial step towards becoming a true magician.
Alice waved her magic wand, feeling the unprecedented power. She tried to cast a simple spell, and saw a bright light shooting out from the magic wand, hitting the target in the distance, and a strong energy fluctuation erupted.
"Too powerful!" Alice exclaimed, she couldn't believe her eyes. She knew that she was no longer a beginner who could only cast weak magic, she had become a real magician.
However, as her power grew, Alice also felt that her soul was incomplete. She felt that her thoughts became somewhat confused and her mood swings became more intense. She understood that this was a side effect of the soul splitting.
She looked at the magic craftsman with a hint of worry in her eyes: "I...I feel like my soul is incomplete."
The magic craftsman's expression became solemn when he heard this. He whispered, "Yes, Alice, this is the price of soul splitting. But you must understand that this is what you have to pay in order to gain more powerful power. Although your soul is incomplete, your strength has made a qualitative leap. This is a matter of trade-offs, and you must make your own choice."
Alice was silent for a while, then whispered: "I understand. I am willing to accept this price in order to gain greater power."
In the following days, Alice began to adapt to her new state. She found that although her soul became incomplete, her magic power was greatly improved. She could cast more complex and powerful magic, and even face some enemies that she had never dared to imagine before.
However, as her strength increased, Alice gradually felt lonely and confused. She found that her emotions became increasingly indifferent and she lost interest in the people and things around her. She began to doubt whether she had really made the right choice.
One night, Alice sat alone in front of the window, staring at the starry sky outside. She felt that her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. She didn't know if she could find her former self again, and whether she could still have a complete soul.
At this moment, the magic craftsman suddenly appeared behind her. He looked at her quietly for a while, and then whispered: "Alice, what are you confused about?"
Alice turned her head and looked at the magic craftsman with a trace of confusion in her eyes: "I don't know... I feel like I have lost something important."
The magic craftsman sighed and whispered, "Alice, you have made your choice, and you must accept the consequences of it. Although your soul is incomplete, your strength has been improved. This is an irreversible process, and you must learn to adapt."
Alice lowered her head and remained silent. She knew that the magic craftsman was right. She could not go back to the past and could only move forward.
In the following days, Alice began to practice magic more diligently, trying to make up for the lack of her soul with her strength. She gradually found her direction and began to focus more on improving her strength.
However, in a fierce battle with the enemy, Alice was unexpectedly in danger. She found that she could not cast enough magic to resist the enemy's attack, and her soul loss became her fatal weakness.