The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 647 Control Bureau
My name is Bal, and I'm a professor of archaeology at Miner University, specializing in ancient history before the Cataclysm.

It was rumored that scholars who studied the Cataclysm often encountered strange things, saw incredible scenes, and encountered incredible attacks. The news about the death or disappearance of my colleagues only fueled these rumors.

In the past, I have always laughed off this.

Cataclysm is an unpopular subject, and people always shroud unfamiliar things in mystery. Add to that the hype of unscrupulous tabloids, and a cursed subject that kills anyone who touches it has emerged.

But today, I have to put aside the confidence that my education has given me and face a reality.

Perhaps the rumors about the apocalypse are true.

"Hu-hu-hu-"

I gasped and hid in a depression at the bottom of the hillside, trying to keep my body as hidden as possible.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder flashed across the sky from time to time. Amid the rumbling thunder, a low-frequency strange scream seemed particularly terrifying.

"Damn it!"

When I heard the scream, I knew the monster was chasing me again, but I no longer had the strength to run.

I looked at my left leg. On the Achilles tendon of my calf, there were three neat cuts that looked like they were made by a knife, and light blue blood was constantly oozing out. On the thigh of my other leg, the same wound was also bleeding.

The source of these wounds came from the same creature.

I remember clearly that the monster rushed out of the ruins and pounced on us like a snow wolf in the snowy plains. Although the guards opened fire in time, their small-caliber bullets hit him like a joke, and all of them lost kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

The guard who opened fire was killed first, followed by my colleague. I was unable to witness the opening of the ruins due to diarrhea, so I escaped, only being scratched by the air currents from the creature's claws.

hum!
The sound appeared again, this time without the cover of thunder, the strange low-frequency cry was particularly obvious.

"God, please bless me to live. If I can return alive, I will definitely join the church and become your most pious lamb."

I prayed madly in my heart, calling almost all the gods I knew, but the voice was getting closer and closer to me.

hum!
I could feel that the owner of that voice was only fifty meters away from me, no thirty meters.

Did he find me?
But soon, the voice sounded again. This time, it was obviously farther away from me.

"Escaped?"

I could feel my heart pounding, and there was a big drum beating in my chest.

After a long time, the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, and I breathed a sigh of relief because I could no longer hear the monster's voice.

Instantly, fatigue and pain surged into my brain like a tide, making me almost groan. I touched my forehead, and the scorching temperature startled me.

With my experience, I immediately started to move because I knew that if I let the injury continue like this, I would crawl to seek help when the rain stopped.

But when I struggled to stand up from the depression in the hillside.

That haunting voice sounded again.

This time, his voice was right behind me...!
I turned around suddenly, and the next moment my body flew out. A huge force like a battering ram hit my chest heavily, and the sound of broken bones and the sound of wind rushed into my ears.

boom!
My body hit a bush and then slid back a few meters.

But to my surprise, I was still alive.

My chest was not torn open by the monster's claws, and my heart was not taken out by him.

I struggled to stand up and pulled out the knife I used to eat from my waist. Although I knew it was useless, it would at least allow me to die with dignity.

But when I stood up, I saw that the monster was still standing there, growling at me again and again.

He seemed to be afraid of something.

I looked at my chest, and a hint of red appeared from my torn clothes. It was a dark red leather scroll that I bought at a local antique shop after an archaeological work.

The boss told me that this is an amulet from before the Cataclysm, but I can be sure that it is not an amulet. The pattern on it and the blackened text are definitely not an amulet.

After that, I studied the scroll for a long time, but I didn't find its origin. Instead, I found that its material was amazing, even enough to withstand the impact of bullets. For this reason, I glued it into my clothes as a bulletproof lining.

But I never thought that this leather scroll could even block the monster's claws.

"Chance!"

Along with a flash of lightning, a thought flashed through my mind.

I watched the monster slowly retreat, and it had no intention of chasing me. But soon, the low temperature brought by the heavy rain and the sequelae of blood loss made my vision blurry.

Before I fell, I seemed to hear a voice.

"Target found, level 1.5 flesh-type alien target..."

"Received... activate the combustion team and send it out."

The moment my eyelids closed, I saw a warm flame. …

"Want a deal? You help me open the door, and I'll help you fulfill your wish."

In the dream, Bal felt that there was a voice in his ear constantly communicating with him. But the voice seemed to be very far away from him, and he could not hear it clearly, only a few intermittent words.

"Trade, what trade?" Bal said in a daze. And when he finished speaking, a shaking shook him out of his dream.

Bal opened his eyes and looked at the person standing next to him in a daze.

This person seemed to be a soldier, he was wearing an iron grey coat and a hat with a front brim on his head. The soldier had a handsome face, four eyes that looked bright and sharp, and under his hat was a head of thick black hair.

This appears to be a woman.

"Bar Steger, 37 years old, professor of archaeology at Minel University, researching the lost history of the Cataclysm. Half a month ago, you joined an expedition team to explore the remains of the Ukru Dynasty, assisting them in the exploration as an archaeological consultant."

As she spoke, the woman looked into Bal's eyes and asked.

"Am I wrong?"

"No problem, but who are you and where am I? That monster..."

"Professor, before I answer your question, you have to satisfy mine first." The woman interrupted coldly, "I noticed that you were talking about trading just now. Please describe to me in detail what you saw in your dream."

Bal was somewhat confused by the question, but after the woman asked the question, she seemed like a different person, causing him to tremble unconsciously all over.

"I didn't encounter anything. I just heard someone talking in my ear, but I couldn't hear it clearly. I could only hear the word 'transaction'."

"that's it?"

"I swear, that's all."

The woman nodded, stood up, took out a communicator, and said a few words.

Then, she looked at Barr and said with a serious expression: "Professor Barr, I regret to inform you that you cannot leave here until your review is completed. But because of this, I can answer a few simple questions for you.

The place you are in now is a logistics hospital under the Control Bureau. I am a specialist at the Control Bureau's K-3 base, and you can call me Specialist K.

The monster you encountered is called the Wind Beast, a creature from another world. But you don’t need to care about it now, because it is insignificant. ”

"Then what should I care about?" Bal asked subconsciously.

"Pay attention to the voice in your dream." Commissioner K said seriously, "If you can still hear that voice, be sure to report it to me. This is related to whether you can return to normal life in the future."

"Return to normal creatures? What do you mean by that?!"

Bal was a little excited, and an unknown fear gripped his heart, making him shout loudly involuntarily. But Commissioner K did not answer, but called two nurses to inject him with a unit of sedative.

……

【Project No.: 1275】

[Object Class: X]

[Containment Procedures: A lanthanum metal safe with a thickness of no less than ten millimeters. Outside of experiments, any administrative specialist below level four and any action specialist below level three are prohibited from accessing it.]

[Item Description: 1275 is a dark red leather scroll, 1275 cm long and 1 cm wide. There are four sentences of varying lengths written in an unknown language on the scroll - 1275-2, and the edges are decorated with patterns - -.

The specific meaning of 1275-1 is translated as follows: ████, ████. ████, █████████, █████████████.

Note: This text does not need to be translated. Any creature with an intelligence of more than 60 can understand the meaning of the sentence without any obstacles. 】

Addendum: 12/3/50██
After observation under a microscope, 1275-2 discovered that it was not a simple pattern, but a supplementary explanation and restriction for 1275-2.

Addendum: 21/4/50██
After testing, the material of Item 1275 is tougher than any other existing material. Item 111, Item 231, and Item 214 are unable to destroy it. With permission from a Level 001 specialist, Item 1275 observed the item and concluded that the material of Item is ███████.

Addendum: 21/4/50██
The date is unknown. The number of 1275s discovered has risen to 21. It is currently impossible to confirm whether this number is the final number of 1275.

Looking at the records in the file, Specialist K rubbed his brows with a headache.

On his desk were several photos of Baal when he was found, as well as the leather scroll that saved Baal from death. The paint used to blacken the text on the scroll had been cleaned up, and although the text on the scroll was unfamiliar, any person with normal intelligence could understand its meaning.

"Proactively convey the intention of the transaction... Is this a project mutation, or is it encountering special conditions?"

Commissioner K looked at the leather scroll on the table, his brows filled with gloom.

She has been dealing with Project 1275 for ten years. During these ten years, she has been collecting Project 1275 from all over the world. During this period, Project 1275 has never shown any abnormality. But she has always known that this stability is likely just an appearance.

Object Class X means that the degree of danger of this object is unknown. It is very likely to be harmless, but it may also cause a world-destroying disaster.

“…These are truly troubled times.”

Specialist K sighed, put the information of Project 1275 into the information bag, and prepared to put it back into the safe. But the moment he opened the safe... the ground suddenly shook.

(End of this chapter)