Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 704 - 10: Plea
Chapter 704: Chapter 10: Plea
Naples silently watched the scene within the rift, his face under the hood betraying no expression. Regarding this sudden visit from his old friend who also mastered Space Truth but chose a different path, he was silent for a moment before slowly speaking. His voice resonated directly in Gulwige’s heart, carrying a hint of detachment and faint sarcasm developed over the years:
“Star Speaker… I remember the last time we met, it was a thousand years ago, wasn’t it?” He paused slightly and his tone grew more intense, “According to the agreement I made with your Supreme Council back then, we should… never see each other again.”
Gulwige looked through the rift in the star river, a helpless smile appearing on his face as he spread his hands out, his Spirit sending forth an intent of trying to ease the atmosphere: “How many years has it been? Are you still holding a grudge over that minor disagreement? My old friend.”
“Minor disagreement?”
Naples’ intent suddenly turned cold and hard, weighed down by millennia of repressed frustration, “That was not a minor disagreement!”
“If it weren’t for your blind insistence back then, pushing ahead with the ’Leap Plan’, attempting to forcefully connect with an unknown dimension, how would it have triggered that disastrous Space collapse? How would we have ended up exiled, trapped in this Law-deficient, cage-like dreadful place?”
Gulwige’s intent sighed, filled with heaviness and helplessness: “That was an unforeseen accident… Naples. The path to exploring Truth is inherently fraught with risks. All of us have paid a painful price.”
“Accident?” Naples sneered coldly, his intent like an ice spike, “It was your minds clouded by the sight beyond the Gate of Truth, it was an accident bred by greed! Argit had warned you, but his solitary rationality couldn’t hold back all of your fanaticism!”
Gulwige remained silent for a moment, the emotions within his intent becoming complex, finally turning into a deeper sigh: “Arguing about this now is pointless. The past mistakes cannot be undone, but we cannot remain trapped here forever. Figuring out a way to leave this place, to return to the true Wizard World, is what’s most important right now.”
Naples’ intent wavered slightly with a barely noticeable hint of doubt: “Oh? From your words… does it mean that broken Space transmitter… you’ve repaired it?”
That was the core of their plan back then, and the source of disaster, long damaged in the Space collapse, lying dormant for countless epochs.
“No.” Gulwige answered bluntly.
The slight ripple that had just emerged within Naples instantly subsided, transforming into deeper sarcasm and disappointment: “Hmph, I knew it.”
“Apart from Argit that madman himself, no one can fully understand its core structure. Unfortunately, that genius and madman had long been sent away by the out-of-control ’experiment’ he himself created…”
“I advise you to stop daydreaming and wasting your energy. With this time, you might as well choose a nice spot with a good view for your grave. In the long run, you, me, and everyone trapped here will eventually be buried here.”
“That isn’t certain.” Gulwige’s intent suddenly became firm, even carrying a hint of mystery.
This unusual tone made Naples slightly startled: “Hmm?”
Gulwige’s intent clearly conveyed through the rift in the star river: “I found someone. Someone… who can understand the Magic materials left by Argit.”
“What?!”
The previously calm aura around Naples suddenly fluctuated, revealing his inner shock, “How is this possible? Those materials were encrypted with Argit’s insane rhetoric and logic structure, completely…”
“Look at this.” Gulwige interrupted his skepticism.
From within the rift in the star river, a few complex rune sequences composed of pure light floated out, their structure exquisite, containing profound Space Truth, and their core encoding method and energy signature were unquestionably the unique style of the mad genius Argit!
But Naples immediately noticed that these runes presented were not in their original perplexing encrypted state, but had been perfectly decoded, transformed into a standardized knowledge structure that modern Wizards could comprehend and utilize!
This was unmistakably solid evidence!
The gaze under Naples’ hood was fixed on those flowing runes, speechless for a long time, overwhelmed by the realization that someone had indeed cracked Argit’s legacy!
“Now you understand why, after a millennium, I’ve come to find you again.” Gulwige’s intent became serious and earnest, “I’ve sent this precious, perhaps singular ’Inheritor’ into your Lost Tower for the trial.”
“I hope, during this trial, you can provide some… minor ’assistances’ or ’guidance’ at the appropriate moments, to allow him to grow more smoothly, to acquire more knowledge legacy. The faster he grows, the greater our hope of leaving here.”
Immediately, a Spirit Imprint containing Lynch’s image, aura, and his current location within the tower, was clearly transmitted to Naples through the rift in the star river.
The plaza was silent, with only the faceless ones pacing in silence. Naples gazed at Gulwige deep within the rift, and then ’looked’ at that young figure in his mind, falling into prolonged silence.
For a long time, his cold and determined intent resounded again, like a rock: “Rules are rules. The inheritance of the Lost Tower has its own operating Laws. How much each Trialist can acquire, how far they can go, all rely on their own strength, wisdom, and luck. I am merely a Tower Guardian, having no right or intention to interfere with the pre-established Rules of the tower.”
Gulwige’s intent immediately carried a hint of uncontainable urgency, the light and shadow within the rift seeming to sway along: “Rules are dead, but people are alive! Naples!”
“This might be our only hope in millennia! Are you really going to give up the possibility of returning home for an ancient, grudging agreement? Are all the disagreements, all the errors between us more important than freedom?”
He paused, his intent carrying a brutally honest directness as he added: “Besides, you and I both know, of all the people left here, apart from Morris, that lunatic who might enjoy it, who else truly wants to be trapped forever in this Law-deficient place of exile?”
Once again, there was a long, suffocating silence. Naples’ figure was like a black mountain, unmoving, as if Gulwige’s words had not stirred even the slightest ripple.
Gulwige knew conventional reasoning couldn’t move this stubborn old friend, and so he shifted his intent, presenting a grave, soul-touching wager: “Naples… don’t you wish to see ’Natalia’ again?”
