Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 292 - 005: History

Chapter 292: 005: History

“This… this is…”

Lynch stepped forward, raised his hand to summon a gust of wind, wiping away the dust from the wall. The mural, buried beneath the layers of time, now revealed itself fully before Lynch’s eyes.

The painting depicted what seemed to be some kind of ritual. At its center stood a massive magic array, encircled by a ring of wizards. A beam of light shot straight upward from the center of the array, and within this radiance, a human form appeared to be taking shape.

The design of this magic array was identical to the Gate of Truth, but it was far more intricate and expansive than Lynch’s version. The magic circuits etched on it were all interconnected, and the vortex symbolizing the gate in the center was completely open.

Below the mural was a row of small carvings that read: “Today, we have uncovered truth and created a True God.”

Lynch raised an eyebrow: “So this must be the legendary ’Truth Peeping,’ right?”

According to legend, when magic reaches a certain level, it can completely open the Gate of Truth. Beyond the gate lies endless knowledge, boundless power, the rules governing all things in the world—true and ultimate reality.

Whether the legend is true, no one knows. After all, none of the domains in today’s world possess anyone capable of opening the Gate of Truth.

However, historical records suggest the Gate of Truth was opened once, during the era of Acadia—a powerful wizard civilization. The opening of the gate during that time led to the creation of a myth…

Lynch gently traced his fingers over the human form being nurtured within the radiance: “So… this must be Nicholas Avalon, right?”

Nicholas Avalon—an inescapable figure in the history of Acadia and the entire Wizard World.

He was originally a slave during the Acadica Era. Yes, despite Acadia’s possession of earth-shattering power and unparalleled productivity, it still practiced an archaic slave system.

At its core, society was still family-based. The concept of purebloods and Muggles originated from Acadia.

The purebloods of that time occupied the highest social strata, known as Lascodo’s people. They were said to be the first to master extraordinary power and were referred to as the primordial wizards, with the word “wizard” translated into Rune Language as Lascodo.

They owned all resources in the world and controlled access to extraordinary power, while everyone outside their circle was viewed as slaves.

To them, slaves were no different from livestock—men served as beasts of labor, women as objects of pleasure. But to Lascodo’s people, slaves had another function—

Experiment subjects.

Wizard organizations at the time conducted experiments on slaves, studying all kinds of bizarre magic, and Nicholas was just another experimental slave sent to the Eternal Tower.

Countless slaves perished each year under such circumstances. The Lascodo’s people, perched at the pinnacle of the world, acted with fanaticism and madness. Their singular obsession was with pursuing truth and eternity, disregarding all else. Their experiments were truly…

Dissection, brain extraction, human transformation… Various grotesque studies in magic, whether useful or not, as long as it sparked curiosity, it would be thoroughly investigated. They were even more cruel and deranged than some of today’s Black Wizards.

While modern wizards undertake similar research, it is directed and purposeful, underpinned by basic respect and reverence for life. Killing for the sake of curiosity rarely happens anymore.

Things were different for the Lascodo’s people back then—whether livestock or humans, even individuals granted resources and imbued with some extraordinary power by them, anything they found intriguing became research fodder.

They even dissected humans merely to study intestinal movements during eating.

Under such an era’s backdrop, slaves were repeatedly sent to the towers for experimentation, only to die incessantly. Lascodo’s people were indifferent—after all, Acadia’s population exceeded a hundred billion, and slaves swarmed like cattle and horses.

Nicholas, like other slaves, was brought into the tower for experiments. The specific project he initially served is now untraceable.

Unlike the other slaves who perished quickly, he miraculously survived round after round of brutal experimentation. Eventually, he stood out among millions of slaves and was chosen to peer into truth.

At the instant the Gate of Truth opened, Nicholas did not disappoint. He obtained incomprehensible power, so profound that even wizards struggled to fathom it. In terms of sheer strength, Nicholas became one of the ultimate beings of his era.

Now, if a slave gains power, would they willingly continue as a slave?

The answer is self-evident.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

However, this resistance did not progress smoothly. At the time, magic models were not very advanced, with limitations in energy conversion and utilization. Despite his immense power, Nicholas remained constrained by the model’s upper limits.

For instance, Lynch’s current Mystical Technique can create an energy reaction of 5,000 degrees, while the most advanced magic models of that period barely output a million degrees.

Bound by the model’s limitations, Nicholas’s power could only stretch so far.

It was akin to a Knight with inexhaustible strength—mighty indeed, but incapable of threatening the world due to structural limitations.

Until…

The birth of ’Truth-level Magic’—praised for theoretically having no maximum energy output…

History changed forever!

“Truth…”

Lynch stared at the magic array depicted in the mural, the place endlessly pursued by generations of wizards. Strangely, something about its design felt familiar to him. Where had he seen these before…

As he thought further… Oh, that’s right!

The Wise Man’s Stone!

In the research materials on the Wise Man’s Stone obtained from the Magic Power Alchemy Research Institute, there were depictions of similar magic array patterns. Perhaps the two were connected… No, not just “perhaps.” There must be an inevitable link, as both ultimately pursued the same goal—

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But does eternity truly exist?

Out of nowhere, Lynch remembered Somda’s words to him: “Aside from time, nothing in this world is eternal and unchanging.”

Shaking his head, Lynch chased away these chaotic thoughts.

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He summoned the Giant Troll Centipede and mounted its enormous head. The colossal creature raised its head high, twisting its massive body as it slithered away from the tower.

For now, these matters were too distant for Lynch. Dwelling on them was meaningless. What he truly needed to do was…

Simply keep moving forward.

…

Magic Potion Manor, Lanice’s residence.

“Knock knock knock!” The sound of knocking echoed. Lanice walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside was an elderly man with white hair and beard, his face brimming with warmth.

This was the Witch Master of the Magic Potion Manor, Lanice’s mentor, a high-level wizard from the Duncan family—Wizard Hosman.

Lanice swiftly greeted him and stepped aside: “Mentor.”

Hosman nodded and stepped inside, speaking with a smile: “I heard you refused that young man from the Duncan family. I came to check on you. What’s the matter? Not even the Ivory Tower’s foremost leader satisfied you?”

Lanice replied helplessly: “Mentor, you know my current priority is to master magic properly. I don’t want to discuss anything else.”

She moved aside to prepare tea.

Hosman seated himself on the sofa and said casually, “I understand. But delaying like this isn’t a solution either; you know the rules. Don’t you desire to ascend to wizard status?”

After a pause, he added, “They’ve already made their intentions clear. The Su Ya Water is prepared for you; they’re just waiting for your nod.”

Lanice frowned and served the tea.

Hosman sipped his tea and earnestly continued, “I understand your feelings, but those are the rules of this world. If you just let go, it’s really not such a big deal. After all, a small sacrifice to gain wizard power—isn’t that worth it? I also took this path once.”

Hosman, not a pureblood initially, was a Muggle discovered for his exceptional talent and absorbed into the Vilrot family, where he was nurtured to become a wizard.

Lanice stubbornly replied, “Such power—I’d rather not have it.”

Hosman frowned. “Are you sure?”

Lanice did not hesitate. “I’m sure.”

Hosman raised his voice slightly. “You should know these aren’t words spoken lightly. With the current rules, you might never become a wizard. Won’t you regret that?”

Lanice hesitated for a moment.

But ultimately, she still shook her head: “You don’t need to persuade me anymore.”

If it had been in the past, perhaps she would have agreed. After all, wizardry was her lifelong ambition, and a little sacrifice seemed acceptable.

But now, she cared about something else far more.

It wasn’t about whether she possessed the Su Ya Water or not. It was purely because she now had something she wanted more.

Hosman looked into her eyes, seeing unwavering determination. The old man finally had to concede, sighing: “Alright, alright. It seems the situation is beyond redemption.”

Lanice said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mentor, for disappointing you.”

She knew among the Level-1 instructors, Hosman held her in highest regard, genuinely hoping to nurture her into a wizard.

Hosman shook his head. “Don’t be so quick to decide. Absolutes don’t exist, and the Su Ya Water is no exception.”

Lanice was startled: “What are you suggesting?”

The Su Ya Water was strictly controlled under current rules. How could it be obtained without the approval of a wizard family?

Hosman shook his head: “Oh, it’s nothing.”

After a brief pause, he suddenly spoke vaguely, “Nothing in this world is eternal; rules are no exception.”

For some reason, Lanice suddenly felt something different about her mentor today.

How to describe it…

Besides his usual kind demeanor, there seemed to be something else—a peculiar clarity in his eyes.

At this point, Hosman shifted gears, speaking mysteriously to Lanice: “If you’re unwilling to obtain the Su Ya Water from wizard families, may I suggest another channel to you?”

Lanice’s eyes widened: “Another… channel?”

On this land, other than wizard families, could there truly be another way to obtain Su Ya Water?

Hosman nodded: “Indeed.”

Then,

The elderly man straightened his posture, raised his right hand, and drew a cross over his chest, speaking in a tone of deep reverence: “Before that, allow me to introduce you to our faith…”