Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 290 - 003: Fairy, Centipede, and Moonlight

Chapter 290: 003: Fairy, Centipede, and Moonlight

The fractured Wizard Tower resembled the skeletal remains of a giant, tilted and embedded in the desolate earth. Walls constructed from Starlight Stone were riddled with cracks, from which vines emerged, twisting around the ruined tower like veins. The once radiant magic runes had long since dimmed.

Only the colossal base spanning several kilometers in diameter hinted at the former glory of these crumbled ruins.

Lynch brought Barton to the base of the tower.

Vines hung from the cracked stone, cascading like green waterfalls. Lynch reached out and pushed aside the tangled foliage before him, the slimy moss leaving a slippery sensation on his fingertips. Layer by layer, he pulled them apart until finally uncovering the hidden crevice behind. With that, he entered the tower.

The Eternal Tower!

The first Wizard Tower of the Acadia civilization, a pinnacle of its era that stood at the apex of the Wizard World.

This was the residence of the most formidable wizard of its time, where the most cutting-edge magical research took place, high-tier magic models were crafted, and brand-new magical theories were conceptualized—ushering in an entire era.

Here lay the nerve center of the vast Acadia civilization, the origin of most of its magical innovations, even extending to the magic system Lynch studied today, much of which was built upon its legacy.

Its brilliance illuminated the entirety of the Wizard World, and wizards of that era believed its radiance would shine perpetually, heralding an even brighter future for the world.

Yet, alas, reality often drifts from intent. Ten millennia have passed, and all that remains of this once-mighty tower are fragments and ruins.

Eternity is no more, leaving behind an endless expanse of loss and regret.

“Tap! Tap! Tap!”

Footsteps echoed through the desolate tower as Lynch leisurely strolled within, alternating between admiring the once-world-dominating structure and searching for anything of value that might still remain.

Unfortunately, all that met his gaze were shattered bricks and debris. The grand hall that spanned nearly a thousand meters in diameter had been scavenged so thoroughly it resembled the scraped bottom of a miser’s cauldron.

“Absolutely nothing left, huh…”

But upon reflection, it made sense. A place like the Eternal Tower would naturally be the first to be explored after the war. Over the millennia, countless wizard organizations and free wizards had ventured here, turning it over again and again. If anything useful had remained, now that would indeed be odd.

“Rustle rustle…”

Just then, a faint rustling sound emerged. Lynch’s chest suddenly bulged with a small lump. Moments later, a tiny head peeked out from his collar. Then came its body, wings—and before long, a palm-sized little girl had wriggled free.

A Forest Fairy.

This small creature Lynch had picked up from a forest charmed him with her exquisite appearance, triggering fond memories of his childhood. Thus, Lynch had taken her in.

Initially, she was merely a decorative pet. But one day, Lynch recalled the Evil Tree Demon he had captured earlier. After repeated experimentation, that unfortunate creature succumbed and now occupies a place in Lynch’s laboratory as a specimen.

The Evil Tree Demon was gone, but Lynch had extracted its Bloodline Essence. The Forest Fairy’s bloodline bore an exceptionally high compatibility with it—so why not attempt a fusion?

The day after this whim struck him, Lynch put the plan into action. The process went unexpectedly smoothly. As the two bloodlines shared origins, they exhibited no repellent reaction and merged seamlessly.

The formerly powerless Forest Fairy, once a low-level magic pet with no combat capabilities—whose primary talents lay in gathering nectar and brewing wine, her status in the natural world roughly akin to that of a worker bee—now leapt to Wizard Level strength, boasting the bloodline of a formidable demon.

At this point, treating her as just a decorative pet was clearly inappropriate. Lynch devoted more attention to her, keeping her by his side for extraordinary cultivation. Like Parker, he even stitched a dedicated nesting space inside his cloak for her.

However, unlike the quiet Parker, fairies are by nature drawn to the outdoors. She would frequently sneak out of her nest the moment she had a spare moment.

“Shea, restless as always.” Lynch chuckled helplessly, touching the fairy’s forehead lightly with his finger. Shea—that was the name Lynch had given the Forest Fairy, which, when translated into Rune Language, meant “Flower Fairy.”

Shea responded with laughter as bright as silver bells, then climbed up Lynch’s hand, spreading her wings and taking flight.

She performed a pirouette mid-air, and the patterns on her wings shimmered with radiant lights as she moved—a transformation brought about by the fusion of the Evil Tree Demon’s bloodline. Her once ordinary wings could now emit a mesmerizing magical glow.

“Alright, alright, I know you’re bored.” Lynch produced a small vial of magic nectar from his pocket. “This was brewed using Moonlight Grass and Star Dew Flower—should suit your taste.”

Shea’s eyes lit up instantly. Hovering over the bottle’s opening, she gently flapped her wings. The nectar formed into a thin stream and was drawn into her body. As the nectar flowed into her, the glow emanating from her became increasingly intense, and even the surrounding air rippled faintly.

Lynch crouched beside her, carefully observing the changes in Shea. Extraordinary cultivation is an intricate art; it requires constant attention to a magic pet’s evolution to determine the next step in their upbringing—from feed preparation to nest design and even daily interactions, every detail could influence their growth trajectory.

Lynch had maximized his knowledge of extraordinary cultivation. His exceptional abilities nurtured Shea’s rapid progression; she now possessed Mid-level Apprentice Level strength, unlocking several talents along the way.

Bloodline Magic operates in such a way—strength primarily stems from the excavation of one’s bloodline. The type of bloodline dictates the type of power attainable.

“Rustle rustle…”

At that moment, faint rustling sounds echoed from ahead.

The nettles on a broken wall section trembled slightly, as though stirred by a passing breeze.

It seemed trivial at first. Yet Shea suddenly tensed up, hurriedly beating her wings to return and hide inside Lynch’s collar, leaving only a small head peeking nervously yet curiously at the direction of the sound.

“Crunch! Crunch––”

A grating noise broke out.

A gargantuan creature peeked out from behind the collapsed wall.

It was a centipede—a giant centipede.

Over thirty meters long, its carapace was a deep purple verging on black, riddled with uneven bulbous tumors. Each tumor exuded fluorescent, viscous liquid.

Its head sported two sets of massive mandibles, clanging open and shut with the sharp screech of grinding metal. Compound eyes gleamed like rows of blood-red gemstones. Hundreds of limbs jutted out like steel-forged scythes, reflecting a forest-like cold shimmer.

Lynch raised an eyebrow, instantly recognizing the creature’s identity—

Giant Troll Centipede, also known as Thousand-legged Demon.

A magical creature of the insect class, categorized as a giant species. Its strength aligned with Wizard Level, with mature specimens reaching High-level Wizard Level.

Renowned for its bloodthirsty and brutal nature, it favored shredding its prey into fragments before consuming them bit by bit. Occasionally, these creatures crossed into the Human World, wreaking havoc where blood flowed like rivers and destruction ensued—a staple in the tales spun by minstrels.

“So that’s it.”

“Is this beast the anomaly I sensed outside earlier? It’s already reached its mature stage, and its aura matches High-level Wizard strength…”

While Lynch mulled over this, the Giant Troll Centipede locked its gaze on him and began propelling its immense body toward him with alarming speed.

With its movements came a rapid scraping noise of blade-like limbs slashing against the ground, striking up sparks. Its carapace emitted persistent “clackity clack” sounds, reminiscent of countless swords grinding together.

Its antennae measured three meters long, thrashing like twin serpents through the air. The bifurcated tips flexed and sprayed a pale purple mist of venom. Wherever the mist touched, even stone slabs began corroding, hissing ominously.

Its body plodded forward, segment by segment. Beneath each armored plate, muscles pulsated dark red, contracting with a relentless force that suffused the air with palpable pressure.

Shina turned pale, trembling uncontrollably.

Nearby, Barton perceived the danger’s presence and darted forward without hesitation. But he hadn’t yet reached the centipede when its tail swept out, sending the bulky Barton hurtling away like a mere toy.

The very next instant, the gigantic creature closed in on Lynch, reducing the distance between them to less than a hundred meters.

With an epic confrontation seemingly inevitable, something extraordinary occurred—a massive, intricate magic array lit up beneath Lynch’s feet. The Gate of Truth, with its swirling vortex, began to turn steadily as strands of terrifying mystical energy seeped forth.

Simultaneously, Lynch raised his right hand skyward. As his movement continued, a colossal lunar projection materialized high in the heavens. Mystical power flowing from the Gate of Truth ascended, converging into the moon-like shape before cascading down as radiant moonlight.

Lynch clenched his outstretched palm, as if grasping the moonlight itself, then swiftly cut downward.

“Boom––”

With a deafening roar, a beam of moonlight descended from above, striking the Giant Troll Centipede squarely.

The enormous centipede halted abruptly, its massive form shaking violently. The fierce glint in its compound eyes dissolved in an instant. “Crack crack crack”—sections of its body collapsed forward one after another.

In mere moments, the formidable magical creature, matching a High-level Wizard in strength, had fallen lifelessly to the ground.

[Secret Technique·Moonlight Song]

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