I Made Up Forbidden Spells, and They Actually Worked?

"My name is Loreen, as for my last name..." Loreen's face was full of bitterness and anger as she spoke in a low voice, "I no longer wish to use that surname. Master, may I take yours?"

"I don't see why not," Dean Bruce nodded and said, "Since you're starting a new life, it's not just your last name that can change, but your first name as well."

"Then I humbly ask you, Master, to give me a new name," Loreen bowed her head respectfully.

"Hmm," Dean Bruce thought for a moment before replying, "From now on, your name will be Nemesis Bruce."

"Nemesis Bruce... Nemesis..." She repeated it several times, then her face lit up with joy. "Thank you, Master, for giving me this name. I will not disappoint you!"

"There's no need to say that. I understand your past and know you're seeking revenge. But tell me, what kind of magic do you want to learn?"

Upon hearing this, Nemesis Bruce fell into deep thought. After a while, she raised her head and said, "Master, I only want to increase my strength quickly. Is there a magic that can help me do that?"

"A magic to rapidly boost your power?" Dean Bruce frowned slightly. It was the first time someone had made such a request, and for a moment, he couldn't recall any spell that fit the bill.

Although Nemesis Bruce was blind, her heightened mental awareness sensed his hesitation. "Master, is there no magic like that?" she asked nervously.

"Of course there is," Dean Bruce replied calmly. "But simply focusing on increasing your magical power without mastering other types of magic would be useless. You could even be defeated by someone far below your level. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," Nemesis Bruce nodded firmly. "I'm not reckless enough to seek revenge right away. But my father once told me that magical power is a person's foundation. Only when one's power is sufficiently strong can they properly wield other spells."

Hearing this, Dean Bruce's eyes brightened. It was clear that her father had also been a mage.

Dean Bruce nodded in approval, "Alright, let me think about which spell would be best suited for you."

Nemesis Bruce nodded and fell silent, waiting patiently.

After a long pause, an idea sparked in Dean Bruce's mind—a classic line that could serve as an incantation. He went over it a few times in his head before coughing lightly and saying, "The magic I'm about to teach you is an Ultra-High-Level spell.

If you can fully grasp it, while your growth won't be fast, it will be steady and balanced, like building a tall tower—slow but eventually reaching great heights."

"This spell can alter your potential, allowing your levels to rise without limit!"

Upon hearing this, Nemesis Bruce's face immediately lit up with joy. She bowed her head again, offering her thanks. "Thank you, Master, for teaching me such a powerful spell. What is this spell called?"

Cough, cough, Dean Bruce's voice suddenly became deep and wise as he chanted, "This spell is called the Tower of Belief." He recited, "Why do you stop? Why do the whispers of others matter to you? You must follow my lead—let them talk! Your belief must stand tall like a tower, unmoved by the storm!"

"Huh?"

When Dean Bruce finished speaking, Nemesis Bruce couldn't help but look shocked and confused.

After all, she wasn't the saintess of the Church of Light and lacked the knowledge and perspective to understand such things. Like many others, she found the incantation rather odd.

Dean Bruce looked at her calmly and said, "Do you find the incantation strange?"

Nemesis Bruce nodded blankly before asking, "Master, is this really a magic spell?"

Dean Bruce replied softly, "You must believe in it, only then can you draw strength from it. Keep at it. If you cannot comprehend it, the bond between us as master and disciple will be severed."

After a brief pause, Dean Bruce added, "I assume you don't want to fail in your quest for revenge, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Nemesis Bruce's expression immediately grew serious. She no longer cared that Dean Bruce was watching her and began to recite the incantation.

For a disciple with the qualities of a protagonist, Dean Bruce wasn't about to abandon her. After all, once such individuals start growing, their speed in both cultivation and understanding magic can be astonishingly fast!

After several reminders from Dean Bruce, Nemesis Bruce had already memorized the incantation perfectly. However, she still hadn't grasped the spell or understood how it could increase her magical power or enhance her talents.

As time passed, night quickly fell. Just as dinner approached, the voice of the new steward, Hakenny, sounded from outside the door, "Master, someone is here to visit. They claim to be from the City Lord's Mansion and have brought many gifts. Shall I let them in?"

"No need. Send them back," Dean Bruce said, though internally, he couldn't help but smile. He knew that even though he had declined their apprenticeship gifts, the Fields family wouldn't give up so easily. They had likely tracked down his residence and sent gifts regardless.

"Yes, Master!"

Hakenny's voice came again, "Dinner is ready. Should it be served in this room, or would you prefer the dining hall?"

"Send it to the dining hall." Dean Bruce wasn't in the habit of eating where he slept. After Hakenny left, he turned to Nemesis Bruce and said softly, "Come on, let's eat. Your body still hasn't fully recovered, and without good health, it'll be difficult for you to comprehend magic."

"I… Master, I'm not hungry…" Nemesis Bruce hesitated, but before she could finish, Dean Bruce cut her off.

"If your body isn't properly rested, constantly pushing yourself to train will only make you die faster," Dean Bruce said flatly.

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving Nemesis Bruce to contemplate his words.

After some time, she sighed, slowly got out of bed, and followed the sound of Dean Bruce's footsteps.

Upon arriving at the dining hall, the servants bowed respectfully. The large dining table was filled with food, though there were only two places set.

Seeing that Nemesis Bruce was blind, two female servants immediately approached, respectfully guiding her to her seat.

Before they could begin eating, hurried footsteps echoed in the room. Hakenny approached Dean Bruce, bowing slightly but saying nothing.

Bang!

A heavy sound came from outside the door. Dean Bruce, still calm, asked, "What's going on?"

"Master," Hakenny replied, "before leaving, the people from the City Lord's Mansion dropped off a large chest, saying it's a gift for you."

Upon hearing this, the servants exchanged glances, their eyes now filled with awe as they looked at Dean Bruce.

Even the City Lord's Mansion was sending Dean Bruce gifts?

Clearly, they needed to stick close to this rising star!

Dean Bruce nodded casually and instructed, "Clean the main courtyard. I'll stay there tonight. Also, move the chest there."

"Yes, Master."

Hakenny replied before swiftly exiting the dining hall, along with a few other servants to move the chest.

Throughout all of this, Nemesis Bruce remained calm, quietly eating until she was full. Once finished, she stood up and bowed. "Master, I've finished eating. May I return to continue my training?"

"Go ahead," Dean Bruce said coolly. "You don't need to feel constrained here. You're free to move around as you please. The servants are at your disposal, so don't concern yourself with anything else—just focus on your training."

"Understood, Master," Nemesis Bruce replied, her face calm, but her heart raced with relief and gratitude.

She had thought her life was shrouded in darkness, with no way out. But at the brink of death, she had encountered a savior.

Not only had Dean Bruce saved her life, but he was also willing to teach her powerful magic and ensure she had nothing to worry about.

At that moment, Dean Bruce became more important to her than even the gods themselves.

Nemesis Bruce declined the servants' offer to guide her and slowly walked away, relying on her memory of the layout. She was well aware of her limitations—being blind meant she needed to develop the ability to locate her surroundings by sound, as well as sharpen her sensory perception. If she always relied on others to guide her, who would be there to help her in a battle?

Dean Bruce didn't comment and continued eating. He had to admit, Saint Laurent City truly lived up to its reputation as the core city of the continent. With enough money at his disposal, Hakenny had bought a variety of high-quality ingredients, including three different types of beast meat. Even the bones used to make the soup were infused with immense power.

Moreover, the beast meat had been specially processed to avoid any negative effects on those who consumed it. In other words, no matter how much one ate, they wouldn't suffer any ill consequences.

As a result, Dean Bruce ended up finishing nearly all the food on the table by himself.

The crisp sound of the system notifications rang in his mind, indicating the effects of the food, showing that his physical strength had increased by several dozen points.

After finishing his meal, Dean Bruce didn't say a word. He simply got up and made his way toward the main courtyard.

The female servants quickly stepped forward to clean up the mess.

Just then, a sudden system notification chimed in Dean Bruce's ear.

Ding!

"System notification: Congratulations to the host for successfully teaching Lina Jones the Soul Decision Magic. You have received a reward of ten times the power and understanding of Soul Decision Magic, as well as 150 Supreme Mage Points!"

"System notification: Since Soul Decision Magic has been classified as an Ultra-High-Level spell, the host has received an additional reward of 300 Supreme Mage Points!"

"!!!"