In a mere instant, Michael was able to progress straight to the 6th circle of his magic! This had been a long time coming. His Maugnetic powers had far surpassed that of his magic, creating a sort of imbalance that had always made Michael feel a little bit off.

But now, magic was starting to level with his Aubility Powers.

Soon enough, more magic came to him. They were hungry for his touch, with some of the magical globules actively trying to fight each other so that they could be the one to integrate with his body instead.

It wasn’t long before the 7th halo began to appear around his Nascent Core.

He was trying to break through to the 7th circle in one go!

And somehow, he was succeeding.

Seberus got out of his tent and looked at Michael with wide eyes. The hairs on top of his arm stood up as he felt the disturbance in his own body.

The magic stored in his mana cores were actually getting pulled towards Michael! It was as if they wanted to go to him!

This was absolutely unbelievable. The mana in his cores should have been completely locked into his body. This was the case for normal wizards, and even more so for a peak wizard like that of a Mystic Master.

He should have full control over his own magic. And yet, he was feeling the exact opposite.

"Michael..."

And somehow, Seberus wasn’t that angry at all. Because he knew what Michael was trying to do. He could feel Michael’s magical prowess increasing by the second. He could tell that Michael was progressing through his magic circles in quick succession.

"That crazy, talented bastard..."

Seberus didn’t know if he should be angry or not. Recklessly trying to advance through the stages of magic should be impossible. More than that, it was reckless. If something went wrong, Michael could easily lose all of his progress with his magic and he could be brought down back to the 1st circle.

And yet, as the seconds passed, Seberus was starting to see Michael’s body settle into a steady rhythm.

Somehow, Michael was able to advance two stages without a single backlash. The boy was talented. But even this should be too much!

And as if Michael could hear Seberus’ thoughts, the power spike in Michael’s body continued to rise up and up without seemingly any intention of stopping!

The seventh halo in Michael’s body finally turned corporeal. He had officially become a 7th circle magician.

But it wasn’t enough for him. He continued to absorb the mana in the air, knowing that they would lend him his powers.

Mana was like a wild animal. Forming a magic circle was like taming that wild animal in order for it to work for his own goals.

And the reason why no one should advance two stages in quick succession was because at this point, Michael shouldn’t have been able to ’tame’ the magic yet.

He was able to put a leash on the mana and put it on his own ’farm’. But that didn’t mean he had tamed it yet. This would take time to do so.

And if an ordinary person tried to advance two stages in quick succession like he did, then he would basically be trying to tame two wild animals at the same time.

They’d easily lose control of their captured animal. In the best case, they would escape. And in the worst case, they would prey on the domesticated animals in the ’farm’.

But Micheal still went ahead with this because he knew that he had absolute control over mana. Not only that, but the absence of magic had caused even these wild animals to voluntarily ’tame’ themselves to him.

So, in a matter of a few minutes, Michael turned from a 5th circle magician, to an 8th circle wizard.

"Just like that, huh?" Seberus said, holding his hands to his waist with a sigh. Only Michael could make their hard work seem so easy and effortless.

Of course, Michael tried to advance to the 9th circle immediately after that.

"It would not be that easy," Seberus said. "You’ll need something different. You’ll need your own realm of magic."

"Realm of magic?"

The Mystic Master nodded. "You’ll need an aspect of reality that is yours and yours only. Your mastery over this kind of magic must be unparalleled. Then, and only then, will the universe allow you to advance to become a 9th circle wizard."

Michael had no answer for that kind of question. He hadn’t even used magic much, so he had no idea what kind of magic he was good with.

As far as he knew, he was good with everything. But this also meant that he was good with nothing.

A jack of all trades, but a master of none.

This process didn’t look like it could happen quickly, so he put these thoughts aside for now.

Since he was an 8th circle wizard now, he could easily execute the idea he had from before.

He closed his eyes. And then suddenly, golden magic circles appeared all around him, illuminating the dark interior of the chasm caverns.

He scooped up all the magic in his surroundings and transformed them into building materials. Logs, metals, everything.

And then, more magic circles appeared. Hundreds of them. Golden hands emerged out of these magic runes and they began to hold the wooden logs and metal plates with them.

With absolute precision, these magical hands began to create small lodgings and housings that would make up the eventual camp for the Rebornian army.

Everyone was mesmerized with this sight. It was as if the hands of the gods themselves had come down and began to create their houses for them!

Lodgings, a cafeteria, a water well, a town square, a tavern, a training area... everything was created within the matter of a few minutes.

Michael was able to create an entire city, one fit for 15,000 men and more!