The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Chapter 214 The Temple of Life
Chapter 214

Amidst the shimmering golden light, Lynn quietly appeared within the dreamlike scales of space.

Beside him, the Spirit-Eyed Wizard stood like a puppet, his expression blank and his eyes vacant.

"This is the 'Deceiving Heaven and Splitting Soul Technique'..."

Lynn murmured as he searched through the Spirit-Eyed Wizard's memories.

What he was particularly interested in was that part of his memory about forbidden witchcraft.

The original intention of "The Art of Deceiving Heaven and Splitting Souls" stemmed from a grand ambition: to conquer the endless worlds in the vast starry sea.

A powerful wizard can tear off a part of his own soul and transform it into a "native" of the target world, subtly influencing and altering the rules of that world from within.

The idea is brilliant and the concept is bold.

However, reality is far crueler than ideals.

The caster must endure the extreme damage caused by the tearing of the soul.

For a Morning Star level wizard, this damage is irreversible.

Therefore, this technique was eventually classified as a forbidden art; it was less a means than a high-risk gamble.

The Spirit-Eyed Wizard used this technique not to conquer any world, but to escape the lock of the [Landscape].

He tore a part of his soul apart to create Astrid, attempting to replace himself with her and escape the gaze of fate.

However, he never expected that the landscape was not an inanimate object, but a living thing.

What truly broke the deadlock was not Astrid, but the "revelation" that descended from the depths of the landscape.

The Spirit-Eyed Wizard's ambitions were shattered, and he himself became one of the slaves of the scales, completely losing any chance of turning the tide.

Lynn slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was calm and steady.

"The complete version of 'The Art of Deceiving Heaven and Splitting Souls' is meaningless to me now."

"I have not yet stepped into the Morning Star realm, so I cannot travel through the myriad worlds. Deceiving the will of the world is of no use to me."

He has a clear understanding of his own level of understanding and needs.

What truly made this technique "forbidden" was the sophisticated design that deceived the will of the world.

Aside from this core difficulty, the "Deceiving Heaven and Splitting Soul Technique" is essentially just a more sophisticated soul-splitting technique.

"It is extremely difficult to deduce the effect from the cause; but if we reverse the process and deduce the result from the result, it is not impossible."

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly, and a panel in his mind flashed with light, revealing a brand new spell.

That was a prototype of the soul-splitting witchcraft that he derived from the "Art of Deceiving Heaven and Dividing Souls".

However, he did not start practicing immediately.

"This is just a prototype."

"Next, I will rely on my talent of 'Heaven rewards diligence' to optimize this technique to perfection."

Within the dreamlike space, golden light surged like a tide, while Lynn continuously optimized the system.

………………

Time has slowly passed, and three months have gone by since the Kingdom of Eluria's National Day holiday.

The political turmoil that was once turbulent and unpredictable has suddenly subsided, as if nothing had ever happened.

Throughout the kingdom, all the nobles, large and small, had already secretly chosen sides, ready to respond to the three grand dukes' call to overthrow the current emperor.

However, what was unexpected was...

When the holiday ended, the three grand dukes and many nobles returned to their respective fiefdoms, and the coup plan that was originally imminent was quietly shelved.

This silence left countless nobles full of doubts, yet no one dared to speak out.

The three dukes remained silent, unwilling to reveal the truth, and allowed a rumor to circulate privately.

It is said that the wizards behind the kingdom finally ruled that the current emperor should indeed be deposed.

However, the successor was not any other direct descendant of the royal family, but rather the princess Astrid, who had long since disappeared and was almost forgotten.

She will become a rare female empress in the history of the Kingdom of Eluria.

However, the empress who was about to be crowned queen was currently experiencing inhuman torment.

Bephne, an elven girl, was captured by humans as an infant, and her fate was sealed from the moment she was born.

She was raised and trained not for glory or freedom, but to become a "perfect maid".

During her long, nightmarish childhood, her life was more cruel than that of livestock kept in captivity.

Whipping, obedience, deprivation, reformation...

Through endless humiliation and training, she was completely molded into a maid whose instinct was obedience and whose pretense was elegance.

In stark contrast to her is Astrid.

That was a name that was adorned with glory from birth.

She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and lived a life of luxury from childhood; she was the most noble princess in the kingdom.

In the wizarding world, she is the biological daughter of the Morning Star wizard, and her talent and status are unmatched.

Her growth was a symbol of smooth sailing.

She has hardly encountered any real hardships in her life.

For her, the greatest setback might have been being defeated by Lynn in the "Landscape"; or perhaps being enslaved by the scales, and so on...

However, fate has now made her experience firsthand everything that Beverly had gone through.

Noble as she was, she was forced to kneel and look up at a "lowly" elven maid; elegant as she was, she was forced to learn what submission and service meant.

On the very first day, this once incomparably noble princess was already on the verge of collapse.

Unfortunately, Beverly only obeys Lynn. As long as Lynn doesn't order it to stop, her "training" will never cease, and Astrid's torment is destined to never end.

Time flies, and another three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

These three months of "training" were enough to destroy a person—Astrid has now been thoroughly honed by Beverly into a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD).

Even after escaping the forced control of the "scales," she remained numb and lifeless, like a puppet, completely at the mercy of others.

The pride and sharpness that once filled his eyes were long gone.

On that very day, Lynn finally left the Scales Space.

It wasn't because he had completely optimized the Soul Splitting Technique, but because he was preoccupied with other important matters.

He had already entrusted the operation of the Temple of Life to the three great wizards.

In addition to integrating the vast supernatural system of the Kingdom of Eluria, there is another crucial task: establishing the headquarters of the Temple of Life.

The Spirit Eye Wizard's former "Spirit Eye Forge" still floats in the outer area of ​​the Emerald Isle Forest, but that area is now firmly controlled by the forces under the Aquila constellation.

Lynn has no intention of taking back the territory; instead, he decides to start from scratch and build his own core territory.

The location he chose was the very place where the Spirit Eye Furnace was originally placed.

With the help of the magical teleportation array, the Spirit Eye Wizard had already moved the entire furnace, so the original location was now empty.

But this land is by no means an ordinary place.

At that time, the reason why the Spirit-Eyed Wizard chose this place as his base was naturally because of its absolute geographical advantages:
The surrounding area is filled with high-frequency energy factor fluctuations;
Nearby is a magic stone mine that has not yet been fully exploited;
Far from the secular city, surrounded by desolate wilderness, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

For this reason, after the Spirit Eye Forge was withdrawn, the area was quickly divided up by the three great wizards, serving as temporary bases for the Crimson Lotus Party, the Heart of the Sea Palace, and the Silver Moon Castle, respectively.

However, all three Level 3 Archmages have now submitted to the Temple of Life.

Naturally, this land rightfully came under Lynn's control.

Three months is enough time for them to integrate their existing resources and restructure their power.

On this rich and mysterious wilderness, the headquarters of the "Hall of Life" is taking shape.

………………

"Roar--!"

In mid-air, a black dragon flapped its wings and soared, its massive body resembling a streak of black light, gracefully circling high in the sky.

Those enormous black, fleshy wings whipped up layers of gale-force winds, tearing the sky apart.

On the dragon's back, three figures stood solemnly, with Lynn in the middle, his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent;
Behind him, Beverly and Astrid stood on either side, quiet and obedient.

Surprisingly, Astrid was not under mental control at this moment, and her soul remained intact.

But when she faced Lynn, she showed no resentment, no murderous intent, and not even the slightest sign of avoidance or resistance.

On the contrary, like Beverly, she bowed her head and greeted Lynn the moment she appeared, her posture respectful and her expression serene.

That once aloof and stunningly beautiful face is no longer cold and sharp, but only gentle and submissive. Deep within her purple eyes, there is a faint hint of confusion, as if she herself does not understand why she so naturally submits to Lynn's will.

It had only been three months since they last met, but when Astrid saw Lynn again, the undisguised joy in her eyes was something that could not be faked.

This change surprised Lynn quite a bit.

He couldn't help but secretly marvel at Beverly's ability to "tame" her:
In just a few months, the noble and aloof princess has been completely transformed into what she is now.

That is why he brought Beverly with him on this trip to inspect the headquarters of the Temple of Life.

Her loyalty was beyond question; even without the constraints of the "scales," she remained utterly devoted.
Now, with the addition of the power of the scales, he can be regarded as a true "representative," capable of carrying out various tasks for Lynn and representing his will.

Astrid's reason for accompanying them was due to another arrangement.

Lynn's gaze shifted slightly, landing on her, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"I've already started preparations. Soon, you will become the Queen of this kingdom. Before your ascension, we will hold a grand wedding that will be the talk of the nation... Are you ready?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Astrid's expression remained calm, her face showing no emotion whatsoever.

But a subtle tremor quietly appeared deep within her purple eyes.

Those were uncontrollable emotional ripples deep within her heart.

To become queen? To become his woman?
At that moment, Astrid felt incredibly conflicted, yet she was powerless to resist, unsure whether she was submitting, fearing, or... some deeper emotion.

Three months ago, even if it meant being shattered to pieces, Astrid would never have agreed to such an arrangement.

Her pride and will would never allow her to yield, even if it meant fighting to the death.

But she also knew that her life and death were never in her own hands, but rather in the hands of Lynn.

Even if she were forced, she could never truly submit in her heart.

However, three months later, she feels more lost than ever before.

My heart felt shrouded in a fog, and I couldn't tell if it was oppression, fear, or... a strange sense of security and dependence.

As if possessed, she opened her lips. From those slightly parted lips uttered a string of words, as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet exceptionally clear:
“…Okay, Master.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Astrid herself was stunned.

She could hardly believe that those words of submission had come from her own mouth.

She actually... agreed on her own initiative?

For a moment, she seemed frozen in place, her expression blank, her heart pounding like a drum.

Lynn, standing to the side, was unaware of the turmoil in her heart. He raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised by her compliance.

He didn't force anything, nor did he like harsh oppression; he preferred to let the other party make their own choice.

If he truly wanted to control Astrid, he wouldn't need to unravel her mind; the "Scales" would be enough to turn her into a soulless puppet.

But now, she has agreed herself.

That's good, it saves him the trouble of choosing a suitable marriage partner from among the nobles and then wasting his efforts to gain the support of the nobles across the country.

The black dragon roared, stirring up wind and clouds, and sped across the kingdom's skies, heading towards the desolate wilderness to the east.

Standing atop the dragon's back, Lynn looked down at the undulating land below, his eyes flickering as his thoughts drifted far away.

He remembered that deep in that wasteland was where the furnace had been.

He was sent there along with countless other young men with wizarding potential.

That was a brutal selection process, the beginning of a nightmare.

At that time, he was just one of the masses, living a precarious life, his fate hanging by a thread.

But now, he is the master of all of this.

With just a word, all newborns in the kingdom with wizarding potential will be sent here to become his chosen "seeds of fire".

But Lynn did not become complacent because of this.

He was neither arrogant nor intoxicated.

The five-hundred-year lifespan of a second-level wizard was like a Damocles' sword hanging over his head, constantly reminding him:
He doesn't have much time.

He must move forward, he must continue to evolve.

Break through to the third level of Grand Wizard and embark on the "Path of the Morning Star".

The road ahead is rugged, and the wind and snow are endless; it is far from the time to enjoy power and honor.

Lynn's gaze returned to calm, like a flame sleeping beneath a millennia-old glacier.

call……

The howling wind gradually subsided, and the black dragon circled once in the air before slowly landing.

The three people on the dragon's back moved nimbly and flipped off, landing on the flat square.

They were greeted by three Level 3 Archmages who had been waiting there: Helen, Bogu, and Mona.

The three stood side by side, their expressions respectful, with towering buildings rising from the ground behind them, creating a magnificent and awe-inspiring sight.

Towering towers and intersecting domes—it is a city of miracles, forged by magic and art.

Gothic spires blend seamlessly with elegant, flowing magical runes, while white stone gleams in the sunlight, radiating a mysterious and sacred glow.

Rather than calling it the headquarters of some faction, it's more accurate to describe it as a brand-new magical city.

As Lynn instructed, the architectural style of the entire Temple of Life did not lean towards the gloom of the dark wizards, but rather towards the brightness and tranquility of the white wizards.

Therefore, at first glance, it is quite pleasing to the eye and gives one a sense of peace.

However, in Lynn's eyes, all of this, though magnificent, still seemed somewhat empty.

After all, he had been to the mechanical capital.

There, the entire city is like a sleeping war behemoth, ready to awaken and go to war at any moment.

In contrast, while the Temple of Life is exquisitely beautiful, it seems to be just a static art exhibition, lacking a certain "sense of power".

"Lord Qinglin, we used the finest alchemy stones and rune iron to build your wizard tower in the core area of ​​the Temple of Life."

High Priestess Helen stepped forward, her tone tinged with caution and apology, and whispered:
"Please forgive me if there is anything that does not suit your taste..."

In his eyes, Lynn was a highly respected Morning Star Wizard, far superior to the three of them.

Allowing such important figures to reside in the wizard tower they themselves built would undoubtedly be a condescension.

But Lynn remained calm, simply waving his hand and saying:
"Let me tell you about the current overall situation of the Temple of Life."

"Yes." Archmage Helen bowed slightly, then began her report in a measured manner:

"Currently, the Temple of Life has three Level 3 wizards, fifty-one Level 2 wizards, and a total of one hundred and eighty-two Level 1 wizards; in addition, it has seventeen affiliated apprentice camps and twenty-four peripheral forces, spanning the north and south of the kingdom..."

As Lynn listened, he gazed at the cluster of towering buildings, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

A sense of belonging.

Yes, he hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Since transmigrating to this world, he has always been a lone wolf, a fighter, and a hunter who survives by licking blood from the edge of a knife.

But now, he finally has a nest that truly belongs to him, a temple of life.

Every brick and stone on this land, every magical barrier, and every loyal wizard is an extension of his will.

He will remain here for a long time.

This is not only a symbol of power, but also the foundation of his power.

And this, perhaps, is what "home" feels like.

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Summary:
Woody, carrying a life simulator, travels to a fantasy world where he can simulate life by spending a certain amount of money!

After the simulation ends, you can choose one of three things to retain: your realm, your insights, or your memories before death.

At sixteen, you escaped the thieves, but were stabbed to death in a territorial war.

You embarked on the path of a knight, transforming into a full-fledged knight in the war for territory, but perished at the hands of a great knight in the chaos.

………………

After countless simulations, Woody opened the simulator, only to find the following line of text.

【Revered Lord of the Planes, Prophet Above the Gods, Guide of the Wizarding World, Lord Woody, you have achieved true invincibility!】

(End of this chapter)