Sakeer's gaze fell on the description of "Over Magic".
The information was incomplete, but after cross-referencing it with his own observations and deductions, he had finally grasped the fundamental mechanics behind this magic enhancement.
"I just burned through 110 MP in an instant... Good thing I didn't end up casting something beyond my ability, though it seems I couldn't anyway."
Feeling his nearly depleted magic reserves, Sakeer's expression darkened slightly.
But then, as he examined the result, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Self-sufficiency, huh?"
The key to using "Over Magic" was simple:
It only worked on spells that the caster had already mastered.
For example, since he had learned "Minor Injury Healing" (a first-tier spell), he could use Over Magic to enhance it by two ranks, allowing him to cast "Serious Injury Healing" (a third-tier spell).
So—
Despite its name, "Over Magic" didn't actually let him cast just any spell he wanted.
There were clear prerequisites.
With this realization, Sakeer stepped out of the magic array and approached Sukyu Juju, the unconscious Lizardman.
In his left hand, he pulled out the Orb of Death.
Raising his right hand, he aimed at the Lizardman and activated the spell:
"Over Magic: Moderate Healing!"
A palm-sized magic array materialized in his hand.
Soft, milky-white light radiated outward, enveloping Sukyu Juju's battered body.
Seeing the healing spell take effect, Sakeer smiled slightly.
He ignored the new system notifications appearing in his attribute panel.
Now that he had mastered third-tier healing magic, there was no point in learning a weaker second-tier version like "Moderate Healing".
This also exposed another major limitation of Over Magic—
Some spells did not have a higher-tier variant.
For example, a spell like "Fireball" had no natural progression to a more advanced form. So, no matter how much mana he spent, Over Magic wouldn't be able to enhance it.
[Orb of Death: 280 → 210]
Sakeer clicked his tongue.
"Seventy MP… That's an insane cost."
Over Magic alone cost 50 MP, and since it doubled the mana requirement of the enhanced spell, the final cost was staggering.
And if used in conjunction with a magic ritual, the cost would quadruple.
At that level of consumption…
It was obvious that this magic enhancement couldn't be treated as a regular combat tool.
No wonder the old priest Lizardman thought it was useless.
With the lengthy preparation time required for magic rituals, it was completely impractical for use in battle. However, in large-scale group fights, it might prove more valuable.
Despite its drawbacks, this magic enhancement had real potential.
It wasn't just a situational tool—it was a way to obtain higher-tier magic without needing to level up naturally.
For example—
With his current fourth-tier spell "Papermaking", he could use Over Magic to temporarily cast the fifth-tier version, effectively skipping a skill point investment.
And more importantly—
He already possessed the fifth-tier resurrection spell "Revival of the Dead".
If combined with a magic ritual, he could push it even further to seventh-tier resurrection magic—"True Resurrection"!
And once he successfully cast it, he could permanently learn it.
The only issue?
Seventh-tier resurrection magic required a Faith Caster Level of 43–49—a requirement he hadn't met yet.
Even so, the potential was undeniable.
"This harvest has far exceeded my expectations."
Sakeer glanced at Sukyu Juju, who was beginning to stir from unconsciousness, then turned toward the Barghest.
Without needing a command—
The beast instinctively understood.
Stepping forward, it lifted a massive forepaw, pressed down hard on the Lizardman's head—
And slammed it into the ground.
Bang!
The sickening sound of impact echoed through the wooden hut.
Sukyu Juju, who had just regained consciousness, blacked out again.
Satisfied, Sakeer turned away and approached the old priest Lizardman.
He withdrew a stack of magic paper from his inventory and handed it over.
"Draw the entire magic circle for me."
The magic array used in the ritual was far too intricate.
Even though he had observed the entire process, he wasn't confident that he could replicate it from memory alone.
But if the priest Lizardman carefully transcribed it onto paper, he could simply copy the design when needed.
"I can follow a blueprint just fine."
By the time the old priest Lizardman had finished sketching a miniature version of the magic array, the sky outside had already darkened.
Sakeer carefully placed the scroll and papers into his storage inventory.
Then, he looked up at the Lizardman priest and said casually—
"You've worked hard."
Crack!
Without hesitation, Sakeer placed both hands on the priest's neck—
And twisted sharply.
A sickening snap echoed through the room.
The Lizardman's body went limp, collapsing lifelessly onto the floor.
+510 Experience Gained.
Sakeer lifted his foot—
Then stepped forward, dragging the unconscious Sukyu Juju out of the wooden hut.
Behind him, a single spark ignited the structure, and within moments, flames devoured the small dwelling.
The fire crackled against the dusk, its glow casting flickering shadows on his back.
"On to the next tribe."
He spoke softly, his voice barely audible over the rising embers.
Once Sukyu Juju regained consciousness, Sakeer wasted no time.
With "Racial Charm," he easily bent the Lizardman's will to his own, extracting the information he needed.
Two nearby Lizardman tribes came to light—
The Greenclaw Tribe and The Dragon Tusk Tribe.
Unlike the Small Fang Tribe, these two held considerably more power.
The Greenclaw Tribe was home to a treasured weapon, the Frost Pain—a powerful artifact.
Meanwhile, the Dragon Tusk Tribe had an entirely different kind of treasure: a massive cauldron that can make rare wine.
Great Wine Pot.
When it came to military strength:
The Greenclaw Tribe was formidable, boasting over 120 warriors—twice the size of the Small Fang Tribe—alongside five priests.
The Dragon Tusk Tribe, on the other hand, had a similar number of fighters but only two priests.
However, Sukyu Juju revealed one crucial detail—
The original leader of the Dragon Tusk Tribe had been defeated two years ago by the Greenclaw Tribe's chief, who wielded Frost Pain.
In pursuit of greater strength, the former leader had left the tribe, vanishing into the unknown.
That meant the current Dragon Tusk chief was weak in comparison.
After weighing his options, Sakeer came to an obvious conclusion—
The Dragon Tusk Tribe would be the easiest to take down.
Midnight.
The half-moon hung dimly in the sky, its weak light barely illuminating the terrain.
Within the Dragon Tusk Tribe, everything was silent.
The Lizardmen lay in deep slumber, completely unaware of the storm about to descend upon them.
At the tribe's entrance, only two Lizardman warriors stood watch—
Leaning lazily against wooden pillars, they yawned frequently, their heads drooping as if sleep would claim them at any moment.
And in the deep shadows beyond the firelight—
Sukyu Juju and the Barghest stepped forward.
Their movements were silent, eyes locked onto the drowsy sentries.
Meanwhile—
Above the Dragon Tusk Tribe.
Suspended in mid-air, Sakeer hovered silently, held aloft by Flight magic.
His gaze swept calmly across the sleeping village below.
"Let's begin."
He murmured to himself.
Because after eliminating this tribe, his true challenge would begin.
It wouldn't just be a single tribe standing in his way—
But three.
The next moment—
Two magic scrolls appeared in Sakeer's hands.
He crushed them without hesitation.
Woom!Woom!
Two Archangel Flames materialized in the sky—
Their radiant, divine glow lighting up the darkness like twin suns.
Immediately, the winged summoneddrew their flaming swords—
And plunged downward toward the Dragon Tusk Tribe like falling stars.
At the same time, at the tribe's entrance—
Sukyu Juju and the Barghest saw the twin holy lights descending like meteors.
Taking swift action, Sukyu Juju raised his slingshot, his expression cold.
"Rapid Shot."
Thwip!Thwip!
Two sharp projectiles streaked through the night air.
Bang!
Both stones struck true, slamming into the skulls of the unsuspecting guards.
Blood spurted instantly.
The two Lizardman sentries let out only a muffled groan—
Before their bodies collapsed to the ground, lifeless.
They never even had the chance to sound the alarm.