Under Makarov's guidance, Ezreal opened the heavy cover of "Dimensional Summoning," his eyes quickly drawn to the book's contents.
As his gaze moved across the pages, an indescribable excitement welled up in his heart.
Although the book's content was profound and obscure, Ezreal found himself understanding it without any difficulty.
Makarov casually pulled a magic book from the shelf and sat down with Ezreal to read.
He hadn't studied Summoning Magic, so all he could do was rely on the experience accumulated from his years of practice to see if he could help Ezreal when he encountered difficult parts.
The library was quiet, with only the sound of two people, one old and one young, turning pages.
Time passed silently, about three hours.
The "Dimensional Summoning" magic book in his hand was gently closed, and Ezreal let out a long breath.
In three hours, he had memorized the book's contents, and now it was time to put theory into practice.
"Since you've finished reading, give it a try. The biggest difference between Summoning Magic and other magic is that talented people, once they understand the magic's principles, can learn it instantly. Untalented people, even if they learn the knowledge from the book, won't be able to cast it," Makarov suggested, noticing Ezreal close the book.
"I understand." Ezreal returned the "Dimensional Summoning" magic book to Makarov; he had already memorized the content and didn't plan to take the book with him.
"Come with me to the lake; you can't mess around here." Makarov took the magic book, put it back in its place, then turned and waved to Ezreal, walking downstairs.
Ezreal got up and followed.
The two didn't walk long before arriving at the lake behind the guild.
The lake had no name, only one characteristic: it was huge!
It was Ezreal's first time here; the lake's area was exaggeratedly large, so much so that people might believe it if it were called an inland sea.
Ezreal decided to call it Fairy Tail Lake!
The lake was surrounded by dense forests and vast green grasslands, with continuous mountain ranges further in the distance, making for a beautiful scenery.
However, at this moment, Ezreal had no extra thoughts to admire the scenery; he was here to attempt to cast Dimensional Summoning.
Once successful, this magic would allow him to firmly establish himself in this world.
"Summoning Magic is a very advanced magic. If it doesn't succeed next, then so be it. But once the magic is successfully cast, it requires you to establish a connection with a creature from another world."
"However, you two follow the principle of equivalent exchange; whether the summoned otherworldly life is powerful depends on how much magic power you expend." Makarov's voice echoed in Ezreal's ears, the old man earnestly reminding him of the precautions.
"Never try to forcibly establish a connection with an otherworldly life that far exceeds what your magic power can summon. If your magic power is insufficient, you will have to pay with your life force to compensate. If the summoned life is too powerful, and your magic power is insufficient, you might be drained of your life force and die." Makarov's expression was very serious.
"If you successfully open the dimensional gate, for the first time, you can use a tiny amount of magic power to summon a weaker creature."
"Don't worry, Guild Master, I won't gamble with my life. I still need to take care of you in your old age." Ezreal showed no impatience, listening to the old man's caring words and nodding in earnest response.
"Who needs you to take care of them in their old age? I have grandchildren." Makarov snorted, but the look in his eyes softened slightly.
"Then, I'm going to start!" Ezreal took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to concentrate.
The surrounding air seemed to fluctuate with his breathing, and an invisible force gathered in his left hand, where the explorer's gauntlet was located.
"ג י ב ו ר ג ב ו ר י ו ח ס ר פ ח ד"
"א נ י כ א ן כ ד י ל ה ת ק ש ר א ל י ך , ל צ י י ת ל פ ק ו ד ו ת ש ל י ."
"ח צ ו ת א ת ה נ ה ר ה א ר ו ך ש ל ה ז מ ן , ל פ ר ו ץ א ת ה מ ח ס ו ם ש ל ה ח ל ל ו ל ה י ל ח ם ב ש ב י ל י"
The ancient incantation was not long, but it was extremely difficult to pronounce. Ezreal articulated each word perfectly, though his speaking speed grew faster and faster.
By the last line, Ezreal's voice roared like a lion, and an astonishing aura erupted from his not-so-robust body, pressing down the grass beneath his feet.
Waves of continuous wind, like a tide, blew outwards from Ezreal as its center.
The sound echoed in the clearing, like the chime of an ancient and majestic bell across time.
He stretched out his left hand, palm open and facing forward.
With his incantation, a dazzling white light burst from his hand, forming a halo.
The halo slowly rotated, gradually expanding, eventually forming a vortex as tall as a person.
This vortex was entirely composed of white light, its edges emitting a soft glow, and a string of ancient and mysterious texts slowly rotated within the vortex, appearing and disappearing.
ה ל ב ש ל ך י צ ב י ע ל ך א ת ה כ י ו ו ן
Translated as: Your heart will show you the way.
These runes sparkled with light as the vortex rotated, exuding a solemn and sacred aura that inspired awe.
"He succeeded! On the first try?" Makarov watched in shock at the white vortex in front of Ezreal, which was much taller than himself.
Ezreal at this moment could not hear Makarov's voice, nor could he see the portal in front of him.
His consciousness had been sucked into it the moment the portal opened.
After a brief moment of dizziness, Ezreal, in the form of an ethereal spirit radiating a faint golden light, appeared in a familiar place.
Ezreal floated in the air, below him was a strange, square canyon, with a dark grey river running through the middle of the canyon, and the entire canyon was enveloped in thick grey mist, obscuring its full view.
"This is Summoner's Rift?" Ezreal was greatly surprised.
However, on second thought, it made sense; he had fought countless battles here, and it was very reasonable for the Dimensional Summoning to open a gate to this otherworld.
Before he could think further, Ezreal, who had intended to descend into the canyon to look, found his spirit body appearing as if by teleportation on a land filled with yellow sand.
The scorching sun baked the earth, and the high temperature distorted the air.
Some dilapidated yet ancient and majestic buildings stood in the yellow sand, wailing in the wind—the lament of an old era.
"Desert, the sun patterns on these buildings... Shurima?" Ezreal looked down at the explorer's gauntlet on his left hand, feeling it was also very reasonable.
With a thought, Ezreal reappeared in Summoner's Rift, but this time, he appeared not in the sky, but in a bush in the canyon!
In this bush, three giant wolves were quietly sleeping.
The leading wolf had two heads, was dark purple all over, and its half-closed eyes glowed with a faint eerie green light, its physique as large as a wild ox.
The other two wolves were slightly smaller, with brownish-yellow fur.
Ezreal walked forward, his spirit body lightly touching the ground, then floating into the air, circling the three wolves once, nodding in satisfaction.
Just then, a strange wave of cries for help came, resonating in his heart.
"Save me, save me..."
Ezreal was startled; the voice sounded like a little girl, speaking in a soft, childish tone.
The next moment, Ezreal disappeared from the canyon and reappeared in the yellow sands of Shurima.
A small blue cat was struggling in quicksand, its light blue paws flashing with a faint white light, seemingly some kind of magic.
But the cat was already more than halfway submerged in the quicksand, and it would likely be in grave danger if left to itself.
The moment he saw this cat, Ezreal froze in place, utterly shocked: "Yuumi?"
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