Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 295 - 008: Underground City

Chapter 295: 008: Underground City

Ten thousand years ago, when Truth-level magic descended, the Wizards of the Eternal Tower had already foreseen the inevitability of destruction—under the Truth, annihilation was inevitable.

But that didn’t mean they simply resigned themselves to despair and awaited the end. In fact, the Wizards worked hard to try to avoid it.

The Underground City before them was precisely the result of their efforts.

According to historical accounts, before the arrival of the Truth, all the Wizards of the Eternal Tower had gathered together to perform a colossal Space Magic spell, attempting to transfer the entirety of Acadia underground to avoid the destruction caused by Truth.

The magic was successfully cast, but its results fell short of their goal…

Acadia was simply too massive—as evident from this ruin before them, this single location alone was equivalent in size to the entire Eurasian Continent combined, and even this was merely a part of Acadia.

The amount of spiritual power needed to relocate a city cluster of this magnitude was beyond calculation; even with all the Wizards from the Eternal Tower and Acadia combined, and exhausting almost every Magic Stone they could muster at the time, it was still far too ambitious.

In the end,

The transfer did succeed, but only a portion of Acadia was relocated, and that portion was fragmented into countless disjointed segments, creating scattered and broken cities buried beneath the earth.

Thus, the “Underground Cities” were formed.

These Underground Cities varied greatly in size—some were nothing more than a fragmented street, while others encompassed entire districts. They were scattered across the ruins and buried deep underground, forming countless subterranean urban wastelands.

“What luck—to stumble upon an Underground City right at the start.”

To evade the destruction of Truth-level magic, these Underground Cities couldn’t be located too close to the surface. Most were buried hundreds or even thousands of meters deep, making those near the surface quite rare.

“Eee-ee!”

Beside him, Shea was already impatiently exploring this fascinating new place, circling around Lynch excitedly with a series of high-pitched noises.

“Yes, yes, I know.”

Now that he had arrived at the ruins, it wouldn’t make sense not to check out the Underground City. Besides, who knew what treasures might be hidden within?

Leaving Barton and the Giant Troll Centipede on the surface, Lynch took Shina and began descending the stone steps.

“Tap! Tap! Tap!”

The sound of their footsteps echoed as they walked down, each step stirring up a faint cloud of dust from the thick layer coating the steps.

As they descended, the scenery gradually unfolded before them.

It was a district frozen in time—the streets flanked by decayed buildings, some reduced to rubble, while others defiantly remained standing.

Massive stone slabs paved the streets, lined on either side with towering stone columns carved with intricate designs.

Scattered along the road were structures such as clock towers, fountains, and houses. Most of them were in decrepit states, cloaked in thick layers of dust, and the air was heavy with a pungent, damp, and musty smell.

“This feels…”

The scene before him struck a strange familiarity in Lynch. After a moment of contemplation, he realized it resembled the settings portrayed in those online games he used to play during his school days on Earth.

Back then, he would often daydream about teaming up with friends in-game to hunt monsters and level up. Now, that fantasy was seemingly coming true.

“If only there were skeleton monsters here to complete the picture—it’d be perfect!”

Just as Lynch voiced this thought, an unsettling grinding sound—like teeth gnashing—came from ahead, followed by a flicker of eerie blue flames in the darkness. Moments later, a skeleton with flames blazing inside its skull stepped out.

“Eh!”

“Talk about instant manifestation!”

Lynch became visibly excited.

He quickly reached into his Space Pocket to retrieve the Ice Crystal Longbow he had brought back from the Blood-colored Battlefield. His favorite gaming class had always been the archer, and now that he was in a similar environment, it was only natural to reenact that thrill. free\NovelFire.c o(m)

Raising the bow, he placed his right hand on the string. As the Magic Spell sealed within the bow activated, the condensing Ice Element rapidly formed a Frost Arrow at his fingertips.

Drawing the bow, nocking the arrow—the movements were fluid and seamless.

With a sharp “whoosh!” the arrow flew outward, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before—

Missing the skeleton’s head by a hair’s breadth.

Uh… off target.

It had been so long since he last shot an arrow; his aim wasn’t as refined as it once was.

Lynch continued pulling, nocking, and firing; after missing another two shots, he finally regained his muscle memory. Just as the skeleton closed in within 200 meters, he released a perfectly aimed shot that shattered its skull.

“Clang!”

With a dramatic sound, the skeleton collapsed into a heap of scattered bones, its soul spark erupting into tiny blue embers and quickly dissipating into the air.

But through the lens of Lynch’s Eye of Death God, it was clear that the disintegrated Soul Flames hadn’t entirely vanished; instead, the particles of pure soul energy were dispersing into the environment. Some even clung to nearby objects.

This realization caused Lynch’s eyes to gleam.

“I see… so that’s why the undead creatures persist here after all this time.”

“A sealed space…”

“Looks like the outer barrier works just like the one in the Blood-colored Battlefield, capable of trapping soul energy!”

It was common knowledge among Wizards that undead creations, like other magical constructs, couldn’t move without an energy source. Alchemy Creations and Magic Creations relied primarily on Magic Stones for power, while undead creations thrived on soul energy.

Take the Undead Army Lynch had crafted as an example—they were essentially “skeleton-shaped robots with batteries installed.” Once the soul energy he had infused into them was depleted, they would cease to function.

In this isolated space, however, where soul energy remained trapped, even if Lynch destroyed a skeleton here, the dispersed soul energy wouldn’t vanish. Over time, it would coalesce again and attach itself to a different skeleton to bring it back to life.

“Tsk…”

“This place really is… in some sense, a Heavenly Treasure Land!”

Lynch couldn’t help marveling. Correct content is on w.e(b)nov el.c.om

To a Necromancer like him, this was undoubtedly a paradise—a perfect environment for undead that eliminated the constant concern of soul energy depletion.

Undead crafted with meticulous care here could truly attain immortality!

“If you’re the type of eccentric hermit who shuns the world, this would be the ideal place to claim dominion over—a personal kingdom of undead! Imagine marking each of these undead and becoming the rightful ruler of the Underground City, the Undead King!”

Lynch indulged in his wild daydream.

Then, he pressed forward to continue his exploration.

“Clack-clack-clack!”

Just then, another wave of bone-grinding sounds echoed, heralding the appearance of a cluster of skeletons ahead. This time, there were about seven or eight.

Confronted by the group, Lynch calmly pulled the bowstring and fired an arrow above their heads.

“Whoosh—BOOM!”

The arrow exploded mid-air above the skeleton pack, fragmenting into a dozen smaller Frost Arrows that rained down like icy droplets. The sound of bones shattering filled the space as the skeletons were annihilated entirely in the frosty onslaught.

It was the high-level apprentice spell, [Ice Split Arrow], solidified on the Ice Crystal Longbow.

“Rustle!”

In the wake of the icy rainfall, the skeletons were obliterated, their remains scattering into piles of bones covering the ground.

Lynch stepped forward to survey the aftermath.

The variety in bone shapes caught his attention—some were robust and large, unmistakably men’s; others were slender and delicate, likely women’s; and some were child-sized skeletons, only waist-high.

Lynch couldn’t help but sigh.

These weren’t just numbers in a game—every skeleton had once been a living, breathing person. They had been Acadians residing in this district.

Though the spatial magic had spared them from the ravages of Truth-level magic, survival wasn’t guaranteed.

The elemental energy shock from the spatial transfer had been fatal for ordinary individuals; most had perished instantaneously. Even those lucky enough to endure the magic’s impact had succumbed later to suffocation, starvation, thirst… trapped in the deep, endless darkness, waiting for death in despair.

Even after death, their souls couldn’t transcend. Trapped in this enclosed space, their essence was gradually stripped of its identity by the passage of Time Laws, leaving behind pure soul energy.

Transforming into undead who continued to aimlessly wander their shattered homeland.

“What a tragedy!”

Shaking his head, Lynch resumed his exploration.

But as he stepped over the scattered bones, a faint glimmer caught his eye from within the heap, triggering his attention immediately.

Lowering his gaze instinctively, he couldn’t help but brighten with excitement.

“This is…”