Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 542 - 1: The Goddess’s Ambition
Chapter 542: Chapter 1: The Goddess’s Ambition
Lynch paused for a moment, his gaze complex as he scrutinized the creation before him with its vastly different aura.
The once familiar core of the artificial soul was now filled with a vast divinity, exuding an unfamiliar sense of distancing from him. He took a deep breath and, with a hint of probing, spoke, “Messiah?”
Messiah slowly turned her head, her eyes like molten gold fixed on Lynch.
Her gaze was calm and unwavering, as deep as if it could encompass the entire starry sea, devoid of the kindness she displayed as the old woman of Gray Stone Town or the naivety she possessed as a newborn soul. Only a penetrating divine presence remained, transcending all.
She did not directly respond to Lynch’s call, as if that name was insufficient to define her now.
She lifted a flawless arm composed of flowing halos, her movements graceful and carrying undeniable authority.
Palm upward, fingers slightly cupped. In an instant, a point of pure golden light gathered, spun, and grew in her palm out of thin air, like liquid sunlight compressed and condensed by invisible forces. The light was warm and holy, yet it emitted a majestic wave that resonated through Lynch’s soul—a substantial form of the believers’ intentions, the Power of Faith.
“When do you plan to start?” Messiah’s voice resounded, its tone still flat, yet it rang like a bell in the depths of Lynch’s mind, carrying a peculiar sense of resonance that directly questioned his will.
Lynch asked in confusion, “Start what?”
Messiah’s gaze did not leave Lynch, only the Power of Faith in her palm flickered slightly, the light seeming to shine even more brightly, reflecting her jade-sculpted profile. Her voice was clear and direct, carrying an air of inevitability, as if stating an impending fact:
“I need more strength.” She paused, her palm slightly pushed forward, and the golden light brightened for a moment, “Place all the other people on this land under the Light.”
Good heavens…
Lynch secretly clicked his tongue, such a change was indeed not just a small shift.
He did not answer Messiah’s question but asked instead, “What do you need strength for?”
Messiah did not reveal any emotion due to Lynch’s doubt. She slowly closed her palm, and the Power of Faith was absorbed into her body, leaving only a few wisps of scattered golden brilliance at her fingertips.
She did not answer immediately but slowly lifted her head, her gaze penetrating the lush canopy above the Guardian Tower, piercing through the layers of white clouds like cotton wool, seemingly casting its sight into the deep and boundless cosmic void far away.
Her expression remained indifferent, but deep within her profound gaze, millions of stars seemed to be born and die, reflecting some grand and cold vision:
“To understand certain things.”
Her voice seemed as if it was coming from the remote depths of the universe, carrying a timeless ethereal quality and indescribably heavy.
Lynch continued to ask, “What things?”
Messiah finally withdrew her gaze that penetrated time and space, re-focusing on Lynch. The gaze contained such a sense of profound wisdom and inquiry that Lynch felt like a speck of dust under a microscope. Her cherry lips parted slightly, her words calm yet as heavy as a thousand pounds, each word seemed to subtly distort the surrounding light:
“To understand,” she paused, her flowing golden gown moved gently without wind, emitting a more vast wave of sanctity, “the meaning of existence in this world.”
Lynch fell silent once again.
He found himself increasingly unable to understand the magical creature he had created before him.
Thinking for a moment, he said, “Now is not the time.”
Messiah asked in confusion, “Why?”
The entire Jade Land currently only possesses a Secret Skill Level, and she alone is unique at a Domain Level, having absolute dominance here.
Lynch explained, “Wizard World has its own rules, and Jade Land has its rules too. The competition in Jade Land can only occur among the Wizards of Jade Land.”
Indeed, Messiah’s identity is extremely special, entirely an artificial soul created by him. Once the research and knowledge involved in this are made public, Lynch cannot predict what consequences might arise.
By then, perhaps his freshly cleaned identity might again force him to live as a Black Wizard, hiding…
Therefore, Lynch planned to use Messiah as a trump card, only exposing her to the public in cases of utmost necessity.
Moreover, the current situation in Jade Land is not suitable for conquest by force since the various forces are already intricately entwined here, which is no longer just a matter of native Jade Land forces, with interests from Fran, the Land of Freedom, and others intertwined behind the scenes.
Lynch said, “Wait a bit longer, the fragmented state of Jade Land should come to an end.
From the perspective of ambition, he and Messiah share the same goal; the vast treasure trove of resources within Jade Land is beyond count—it’s impossible for him not to be tempted.
He’s just waiting for an opportunity, one where he could wholly claim Jade Land for himself and fully utilize this Witch Domain.
And this opportunity…
Might not be too far off.
“Caw caw!”
At that moment, two dry screeches from the sky rang out, quickly followed by a large Raven flying toward Lynch, clutching a letter in its talons.
The large Raven circled Lynch, landing beside him, the letter dropping gently into Lynch’s hand.
Lynch picked up the letter, immediately feeling its cool and slippery texture, like the skin of a cold-blooded animal. The corner of the envelope bore a complex, ever-changing miniaturized rune imprint—it was Seren’s private mark, the merchant from Fran.
“Alright,” Lynch tucked away the letter, and turned to the Messiah, who stood still like a statue and was bathed in divine golden light, “Get familiar with the power you hold now; as for other matters… we’ll discuss them later.”
Saying this, Lynch’s figure instantly vanished with a subtle ripple in space, leaving behind only a few strands of disturbed golden dust slowly scattering. In the next moment, he was seated in the top-floor study of the Guardian Tower behind a large obsidian-polished desk.
The study’s light was gentle, and outside the enormous curved floor-to-ceiling windows lay the verdant canopy ocean of the Misty Forest. Lynch casually tossed the cold letter onto the mirror-smooth obsidian table, creating a slight “tap” sound.
“Hiss…”
A gentle sound, not the sound of flames burning, but rather like the sound of ice vaporizing upon contact with red-hot iron. The dark wax seal instantly dissolved and evaporated under Lynch’s precise magic touch, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed. Upon the seal’s release, a faint yet clear spatial wave escaped from within the letter.
Lynch flicked his finger lightly.
“Boom!”
The letter caught fire spontaneously! But the flames were not ordinary orange-red but a cool blue, almost chilling. These flames had no temperature, instead causing the light in the study to seem to dim slightly, and the air filled with a faint, peculiar scent of sulfur mixed with parchment ash.
The cool blue flames twisted and surged, quickly distorting and forming shapes. At the core of the flames, a clear three-dimensional image was projected—it was Seren, the merchant wizard from Fran.
His trademark plump face was magnified several times, suspended above the obsidian table, every fold of fat visible, but now the usual shrewdness and cunning had vanished from this face, leaving only bewilderment and urgency.
Before the image stabilized, Seren’s bean-sized eyes “locked” onto Lynch behind the desk, not waiting for Lynch to start pleasantries, his urgent voice burst forth from the flames like a string of firecrackers, carrying evident distortion and sounding especially jarring in the quiet study:
“Lynch! Saphiro! What the hell are you up to?!” Seren’s round face quivered slightly in the projection due to agitation, spittle seemingly about to spray from the flames.
“Why did the core of your Witch Domain suddenly erupt with Domain Level fluctuations?! That pure light aura is almost breaking through the plane barrier! Did… did you quietly, really advance to Domain Level?! How is this possible?!”
