I, a Super God of Law, Signed a 300-year Contract with the Elf Race - Chapter 3

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“The Codex of the Undead.”

Chris’ expression was one of surprise.

The Codex of the Undead was the Bible for dark magic practitioners. It was a collection of magic spells, recorded by countless powerful mages after learning magic their whole lives. The book also recorded their insights on magic.

Although he had just arrived in this world, he knew that Death Mages were the most unpopular among all the factions.

This was because the dark magic elements absorbed by Death Mages were different from other magic elements. They had a strong corrosive nature and could distort people’s hearts.

After being corroded by the dark elements for a long time, Death Mages became extremely ugly and cruel.

However, the destructive power of dark magic was also the highest among all the magic elements.

It had once caused a bloody storm in the Sacred Continent.

Therefore, most people did not have a good impression of Death Mages, whether they were humans, beasts, or elves. They would kill whichever Death Mage they came across.

However, Chris did not have such concerns. The magic in his body was Natural Magic. It would only transform into the Dark element when he cast Dark spells.

It would not be stored in his body for a long time, so the weakness of the Dark element would not be reflected in his body.

After understanding this, Chris felt somewhat excited.

Death Mages were hated by everyone, but it was different for Chris, as he had just arrived in this Other World. The most important thing was to have the ability to protect himself. Powerful Dark Magic was his first choice.

Without any hesitation, he took out the Dark Magic rewarded to him by the system and began to study it seriously.

He read until he felt drowsy, and after that he sank into a deep sleep.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

During these three days, other than eating and sleeping, Chris spent all his time studying The Codex of the Undead.

His cultivation level had also soared from Level 5 to Level 9. He was just a step away from becoming a Beginner-level Mage.

“My progress is getting slower and slower!” Chris sighed, somewhat unsatisfied.

With his recent breakthroughs, the further he advanced, the slower he progressed. He was no exception to the rule even with his Body of Nature.

In less than a week, he had advanced from a Level 1 Magic Apprentice to a Level 9 Magic Apprentice. He was still not satisfied. If the mages outside knew about this, they would definitely curse him.

Chris knew that he could not be too hasty. The fact that he had achieved more in seven days than other mages had achieved in more than ten years was amazing enough.

He withdrew from meditation and put away the Codex because Norton had sent him a message in the morning. A group of adult elves would come to the Moon Well for a baptism.

“It looks like the time is almost up,” Chris said. Suddenly, he heard footsteps in the distance.

From afar, Elder Norton brought a large group of elves over and stopped beside the Moon Well. Chris walked over directly.

“Chris, this is your first time being in charge of welcoming those who come to the Moon Well to be baptized. I will guide you from the side later. You have to learn seriously, understand?”

“Thank you, Elder Norton. I will definitely study hard.” Chris nodded seriously.

Norton was a Level 9 Archmage. He was a rare existence even among the Elves.

Normally he would not take the lead during a baptism of such small scale.

Chris knew that the other party was only doing this for him.

Elder Norton’s face was full of relief, but at this moment, his gaze was fixed on Chris.

“Eh, I haven’t seen you only for a few days. Why has your aura… Become strange?”

He felt that Chris had suddenly changed, but he could not tell what was different.

“Maybe I was wrong. It’s more important to start the baptism now. Let’s start now.”

Elder Norton did not care. Only then did Chris let out a heavy breath. He had almost been figured out.

Fortunately, when he logged in yesterday, he had obtained a “Gem” that hid his aura. ‘It seems like it’s time to be careful. Otherwise, my secret, which is that I’m practicing magic, will be exposed,’ he thought.

After the small incident just now, Chris was even more careful in the process, afraid that he would be discovered.

It had to be said that Elder Norton was really dedicated to Chris. The other elves who came to participate in the baptism didn’t mock Chris.

Some of them did not talk to him, but it was because of their personalities.

Finally, after three hours, Norton returned with the other elves.

However, Chris could not understand why the elves, including some female elves, did not mind him watching them during the baptism.

In fact, once the Moon Magic Formation was activated, only the Moon Guardian remained other than the elves who were baptizing.

The two of them could see each other, while the others would be isolated from the formation.

The Elves had a long life span. In the eyes of the elves, who were only considered as adults when they reached their 60s, Chris — who was 13 to 14 years old — was just a three-year-old kid.

Would you be wary of a three-year-old kid?

Soon, Chris stopped thinking and returned to the treehouse to study the Codex of the Undead.

…

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.

In the past six months, Chris had held three baptisms.

The problem that plagued him persisted. After the third baptism, he held an adult elf back, and he finally got the answer to his question.

As the Moon Guardian, he spent his time outside of holding baptisms meditating.

The longer he cultivated, the faster he progressed. He was now a Level 6 Sorcerer.

In half a year’s time, his cultivation had surpassed that of a Mage Apprentice, a Beginner Mage, an Intermediate Mage, and an Advanced Mage. He had reached the level of a Sorcerer. This strange speed was truly shocking.

That night, Chris finished studying the Codex of the Undead and was about to rest when he suddenly heard footsteps.

“Hmm, it’s so late. Who else would come to the Moon Well? An elf?” Chris sensed the other party’s existence thanks to his Natural Magic.

From what he sensed, a sneaky figure had thrown a sleeping spell at his tree house.

Chris immediately laid down and pretended to be asleep. He wanted to see what this guy was up to.

This guy was actually still at ease. He looked into the treehouse a few times and confirmed that Chris had been hit. Then, he took out a whistle from his pocket and blew it gently.

Strangely, there was no sound.

However, Chris noticed that the magic elements in his surroundings started to vibrate slightly at the moment the whistle was blown.

‘Could it be some tool that is used to send magic signals through long distances?’ Chris thought to himself as he heard a flurry of footsteps approaching.

A few figures appeared in the distance, but unlike the dark figures from before, these people were not elves.

“They are Hunters.”