Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 695 - 1: The Lost Tower Opens
Chapter 695: Chapter 1: The Lost Tower Opens
Just as the suffocating pressure of Truth permeated the area, with all the Wizards holding their breath in concentration, Kong slightly tilted his head and quickly whispered to Lynch in a low voice: “This is the master of the Lost Tower, Lord Naples.”
Lynch’s heart trembled as he silently memorized the name. To manage such a magical and dangerous place, his status and power among the Truth Wizards must be extraordinary.
At that moment, the Truth Wizard known as Naples slowly scanned the entire scene with eyes as piercing as invisible probes. His gaze seemed to sweep evenly across everyone, yet when it passed Lynch’s position, it paused for an imperceptible moment.
Lynch clearly felt that the gaze hidden under the shadow of the hood lingered on him for a fraction of a second longer, and the area under the shadow, which covered the other’s brow, seemed to twitch slightly.
It was a subtle reaction, as if perceiving something unexpected or anomalous. Though it was fleeting without any subsequent indication, it made Lynch’s heart involuntarily skip a beat.
’He noticed me? Why?’
Naples’ gaze did not linger on any individual excessively. He seemed just to take a casual glance before turning to all the Wizards and speaking in a calm yet audible voice. Although his voice wasn’t loud, it curiously drowned out the Space’s humming:
“Travelers seeking knowledge, welcome to the Lost Tower.”
His words were straightforward, without any superfluous pleasantries or elaborations.
“You are all somewhat familiar with the rules here, I presume. For those not very well aware, there is no need to worry. Upon entering the Tower, just follow one principle—strive to climb upwards, absorb, and acquire knowledge to the best of your ability. Each floor has its opportunities and trials, so how far you get and how much you gain all depend on your skills.”
He paused, his tone carrying a hint of gentle encouragement: “Then, I wish all of you gains and good fortune.”
The moment his words fell, he elegantly raised his hand and snapped his fingers softly.
“Snap!”
The crisp sound seemed like a signal. Instantly, countless feathers as black as night appeared out of thin air in the sky!
These feathers seemingly came to life, quickly gathering and transforming into sharp-eyed, entirely black Crows, cawing loudly as they surged like a tide towards the slowly rotating black vortex in the center of the square!
When the first Crow touched the vortex—
“Buzz!!!”
The entire vortex shook violently, its volume expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye! Its color changed from profound black to a mysterious, deep purple, seemingly containing endless wisdom!
The expanding purple vortex stabilized, and inside was no longer an all-consuming darkness but a slowly rotating passage like a nebula, emitting strong Space fluctuations and a tempting pull.
“Please.” Naples bowed slightly, gesturing elegantly.
The Wizards, who had long been waiting impatiently, transformed into streams of varying colors and rushed toward the deep purple vortex, disappearing swiftly.
“See you inside the Tower, be wary of those from the Land of Freedom.” Kong quickly told Lynch, nodded to Vanilla, Philis, and others, and then flew towards the vortex.
Lynch took a deep breath, suppressing the slight unease caused by Naples’ subtle reaction, took one last look at the sunken ancient square, and without further hesitation, moved with the crowd toward the purple entrance.
At the moment his silhouette was about to vanish into the vortex, he again distinctly felt a strange and focused gaze locked tightly on his back!
He turned his head abruptly to look—
In his field of vision, only the distant Black Robe master of the Tower stood quietly, with the shadow under the hood seemingly never shifting. The rushing crowd into the vortex obscured much of the view, making it seem like an illusion.
Lynch frowned, pressed down his doubts, and turned around, fully immersing himself in the purple brilliance, disappearing entirely.
Once Lynch’s figure completely vanished into the vortex and the crowd on the square thinned out, a Crow entirely black with red pupils fluttered silently, landing on Naples’ slightly raised arm, eventually perching on his shoulder.
The Crow’s red eyes rotated agilely, staring fixedly in the direction of Lynch’s disappearance into the vortex, and astonishingly, it spoke in a hoarse, ancient voice:
“This smell… there’s no mistake… it’s the rancid stench left by ’Time’ that old fellow…”
The master of the Lost Tower, Naples, standing motionless, showed a blatant trace of annoyance on his face at the words and spat lowly:
“Hmph… truly a haunting and detestable Time Law.”
…
The pressure on his body suddenly tightened as if passing through a thick curtain of liquid, then it abruptly lightened again, and all the sense of constraint disappeared instantly.
Lynch’s vision quickly cleared, and he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.
This was the interior of a very ancient high Tower, and he stood at the lowest level. Under his feet were cold, slightly damp massive bluestone slabs meticulously covering the entire floor. The slabs were etched with ancient and worn-out patterns, difficult to discern, with fissures accumulated with dust over the years.
The air was filled with a mix of the smell of old parchment, stone humidness, and a trace of faint Magic Energy dissipating in the air.
Looking around was a row of towering bookshelves made of some dark wood or stone materials, densely packed with various books and scrolls. Many of the book covers were badly damaged, with the text on the spines faded over time.
Between the bookshelves, some fire basins embedded in bronze bases were affixed to the walls, burning some sort of eerie blue Magic flames, they danced silently, emitting a stable yet cold light, barely dispelling the tower’s deep, gloomy ambiance.
Not far away, a broad, spiral stone staircase clung to the tower wall, ascending into the darkness of higher floors, seemingly leading to unknown depths of knowledge.
The entire space was eerily quiet, only the faint crackling of the mysterious blue flames and his own slight breathing could be heard.
However, this dead silence did not last long.
Just as Lynch had initially surveyed the surroundings and was about to step and explore—
Swoosh!
A thick tome, its cover crafted from some dark brown thick leather, suddenly shot off the left-side bookshelf without any warning! This book’s cover bore no title or author’s information, instead, it displayed a gigantic mouth pattern sketched in twisted dark red lines occupying most of the cover!
At the moment, the mouth seemed to come alive, opening wide, revealing an “oral cavity” and “throat” composed of chaotic Magic Energy, resembling dark black tar!
Without any preamble, an intensely condensed black Fireball, emitting ominous and destructive energy, shot out violently from the gaping mouth, with scorching heat and a piercing whistling, straight at Lynch’s face!
