Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 599 Magic Pressure 9999! And the Creation of a First-Ring Spell Model!
Inside the Fairy Bank, Locke quickly found the same fairy trader from before and borrowed another 500,000 magic stones from him.

Unlike last time, after signing the contract, the fairy trader readily handed fifty magic crystal cards to Locke, his eyes beaming with joy.

Locke paid off the loan, including interest, within three months and was already marked as a premium customer within their bank.

The fairy trader's face was beaming with a warm smile. "In this age of credit, those with high credit scores always receive more preferential treatment. Do you need any insurance? The sports festival is coming soon, and I have a whole bunch of insurance programs available."

"Look, this is the medical insurance coverage of 500,000..."

"No need." Locke waved his hand and quickly left the Fairy Bank, then went to buy some experimental materials.

The fairy trader looked on with some regret as the big spender left.

Next, Locke spent four days synthesizing four different subspecies using hummingbird pineapples.

He knew so much about pineapple-type magical plants that he obtained at least three very successful subspecies after only four synthesis attempts.

Then, he went to the Feathered Serpent Pavilion, spent a million magic stones, used the Queen's Chessboard, and created the No. 2 Overlord Cell Conjugate, specially made for the Great Hummingbird Pineapple Shoes.

Meanwhile, Locke used the device again on the Queen's Chessboard to enhance his historical records by about one-fifth, causing his Book of Sovereigns to increase dramatically once more.

A week later, in the magical field atop the canopy of the Great Red Mountain Banyan Tree.

In the magic field, there is an air plant that looks like a shoe, and its surface is covered with tyrannical patterns.

The Tyrant Mark amplifies the power of the giant hummingbird pineapple by at least three times, and forms a special Tyrant Domain that enhances surrounding wind magic and resists all other types of magic.

Locke looked at the fully formed hummingbird pineapple and breathed a sigh of relief. The transformation of this pineapple into a dominant plant went more smoothly than he had expected.

Whether the plant essence of a demonic plant is truly suitable for becoming a hegemon is unknown.

The original version of the Hummingbird Pineapple is indeed not suitable for the Overlord Transformation, as its plant essence will seriously conflict with the No. 2 Overlord Element.

But Locke anticipated this might happen before he entered the Queen's Chessboard.

That's why four subspecies were synthesized, and three potentially successful directions were found.

As it turned out, Locke's concerns were correct. If he hadn't done so, or if his understanding of pineapple-type magical plants had been insufficient, or if his synthesis direction had been wrong, he would have wasted a million magic stones.

But now, he has found the hummingbird pineapple subspecies that best combines with the No. 2 tyrannical element and has successfully made it tyrannical.

Because it chose the Hummingbird Pineapple version, which was most suitable for developing the potential of its plant essence through the No. 2 Overlord Element, the overlord transformation of this magical plant was very successful.

Locke then transformed this magical plant into the [King Hummingbird Pineapple].

Scarlett the witch standing next to Locke said with some surprise, "It's hard to believe that you cultivated such excellent magical plants using such a simple magical field, which is practically the cheapest magical field on Mount Golden Crown."

Locke said, "The dominance technology was already very advanced. I just used Dominance Element No. 2 to dominance an already excellent magical plant product."

Scarlett the Witch received enough large hummingbird pineapple seeds and No. 2 tyrannical extract from Locke, along with corresponding cell complexes extracted from the Sky White Birch.

Once the colonized world cultivates the giant hummingbird pineapple, and then injects it with cell conjugates and No. 2 tyrannical agent, the giant hummingbird pineapple can be made tyrannical.

Since the previous Hummingbird Pineapple Shoes already had design drawings and no longer had patent rights, Locke only needed to find a magic weaver and an enchanter to design according to those drawings.

The two had already been chosen by themselves and Scarlett the Witch had arranged it.

However, in the past few days, he had spent 1.24 million magic stones, leaving him with only 10,000 magic stones in savings.

In addition, there is a loan of 500,000 and an interest debt of 25,000 magic stones.

Locke looked at Scarlett the Witch and asked, "The competition starts in a week? Are you sure you can still give birth in time?"

Scarlett the Witch nodded and said, "Don't worry, it will definitely work."

"I can't guarantee anything else. But you can rest assured about this one thing!"

“Alsace has enough production bases for its colonies, and our production speed is very fast, which is one of our advantages.”

Locke nodded slightly. During this time, he had also signed contracts with two students of high-ring wizards recommended by the witch Catherine.

I granted them the authority to research Tyrant Essence No. 2 and related Tyrant Essence materials, and in return, they gave me 50,000 magic stones every month.

In this way, the two of them contributed a total of 100,000 yuan to their research funding each month.

This is also why I was able to afford to complete the whole Hummingbird Pineapple monopoly project.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of these 100,000 magic stones, Locke would have faced a cash flow crisis, and would have had to borrow money or take out loans from the five major banks or other banks.

Similarly, this is my second Dominant Magic Plant. The first Dominant Magic Plant was for my own use, and the second Dominant Magic Plant is the beginning of my commercialization.

Locke watched Scarlett the Witch depart on her rainbow pheasant, pondering, "I hope my No. 2 Overlord Essence will be a success on its first commercial launch."

'If I succeed, it will prove the value of my No. 2 Overlord Essence, and perhaps more wizards will come to me to discuss licensing and developing No. 2 Overlord Essence.'

'If this succeeds, I can develop even more commercially viable, overpowering magical plants in the future!'

Locke turned and returned to his dormitory, simultaneously using advanced meditation to enter a state of no thought, merging with the primal force waves in the void, while visualizing the feather of the void behemoth he had seen that day.

Locke spent some time contemplating the feather patterns and discovered that they were very similar to a spell model that wizards already had called "Tidal Growth," so he tried to recreate it.

Suddenly, a phantom full moon constructed using a magical model appeared in front of him.

The moon tumbled in Locke's hands.

As the moonlight shone on a magical ornamental peach plant in the dormitory, the plant, under the influence of the magical moon, frantically secreted natural magical components that promote growth, and grew rapidly in a very short time.

In a very short time, this apprentice-level magical plant reached a magical pressure level that it could not have reached before.

"Tidal Growth was originally a support-type spell. The Cloud Ze Cup champion badge magic artifact can use Tidal Growth once a day. Ordinary Tidal Growth can only slightly accelerate the growth of plants and is not very useful in battle."

"It is generally used only for special magical plant cultivation in normal times, or to accelerate the self-recovery of magical plants during battle."

"But I visualized the feathers of the Void Beast, and, referring to the original model of the Tidal Growth spell, created a new magic."

"But it can make a demonic plant mature in a very short time, growing to an impossible height, and then..."

The ornamental apprentice-level peach-type magical plant in front of Locke withered and died rapidly.

"As expected, this magic uses the moon's gravity to interfere with the growth of a magical plant. So while the effect is powerful, it also means that the magical plant can only release a moment of brilliance."

Locke said, "Let's call it Full Moon Growth."

"However, once this magic is used, it will cause a magical plant to grow to its peak state and then wither away. It cannot be used frequently."

Many of the magical plants he possessed were extremely rare.

As for those not-so-rare magical plants, even after using the Full Moon Growth technique, it seemed to offer no increase to my combat strength.

Therefore, Locke was unaware of the specific uses of this one-ring spell model, which he had created entirely himself.

Locke placed his palm on the red crystal matrix, and the number 9999 appeared on it.

Locke was not surprised by this result.

I had previously used some magic stones to purchase a batch of supplies to aid my cultivation.

At the same time, after acquiring advanced meditation techniques, his mental strength improved at an extremely rapid pace.

Moreover, he had drunk two bottles of Tyrant's Eye potion within half a month.

With the help of these two major forces, his magic pressure also increased by 199 within half a month, initially reaching the limit value of the first ring of magic pressure.

His own Abyss Energy also increased from 2500 to 2600.

The magic pressure ratio is 0.26.

It is within a safe range.

This is also why I was able to spend more than 1.2 million magic stones during this period.

"After all my hard work, my magic pressure has finally reached the limit of the first-ring crystallization stage," Locke thought to himself. "I finally obtained enough magic pressure before the spell fighting tournament."

"I don't have much time left, so I'll just read some books. I'm all set, so there's no need for last-minute cramming."

"Besides, I don't have any money on me..."

Both magic stones and contribution points were exhausted on Locke's path of frantically increasing magic pressure, and urgently needed to be replenished.

Sports Day is a great opportunity to make up for it.

Locke picked up a book at random, sat down on the sofa, and began to read, cultivating his mind and spirit.

Since I'm out of money to mess around with, and my magic pressure has already reached 9999, and I've even created my own spell, I might as well use the rest of my time to read books and wait for the day of the competition.

Meanwhile, many wizards were preparing for the competition a week later. In the Senate, Antoine Fisher was comparing a list of supplies. He was dressed in jewels, like a walking luxury goods display, and his entire body was covered in million-dollar magical artifacts.

As a favorite of the third-ring wizards, Antoine Fisher could easily access all the resources of the Fisher family.

Before him stood his grandfather, the third-circle wizard Fisher, looking at Antoine with doting eyes.

Wizard Fisher said kindly, “Antoine, you possess the best talent in the last three generations of our Fisher family, no, even the best talent in the last five generations.”

“You are my grandson, a reserve member of the Golden Crown Mountain Senate. You are of noble status, and you can get whatever you want with ease.”

"Go ahead without worry, your grandfather will support you."

Antoine bowed to Wizard Fisher. “Grandpa, I want to represent Golden Crown Mountain in the Plane Conquest Tournament. I just looked at the equipment list, and I feel it's still a bit lacking.”

Wizard Fisher smiled indulgently. "Is there a problem?"

Antoine pointed to the items on the list with the finger adorned with two magical artifact rings and said, "This entry-level million-dollar wand won't do. I want a five-million-dollar wand."

Although five million magic stones could be used as research funding for the entire project of a second-circle wizard, many low-level second-circle wizards on Golden Crown Mountain are applying for related funds every day, waiting impatiently, but have not yet received them.

Antoine, however, was merely a wizard with a magic pressure of 9999.

But Antoine spoke with such self-righteousness, as if he were entitled to such a good thing.

Wizard Fisher smiled kindly. “Very well. Five million magic stones is just a small amount of money for me. I will transfer funds from a horizontal sub-project to you.”

Anyway, even if the shop alliance finds out about this, they will pretend they didn't notice.

Antoine the wizard pointed to the list and said, “Grandfather, there’s also this magic robe. I think it’s too low-level. I want a Phoenix Feather Robe.”

Wizard Fisher's smile remained unchanged. "Alright. As long as you can gain the right to participate in the Plane Conquest Tournament, any sacrifice is worthwhile."

Is there anything else you want?

“Grandson, you are the most promising person of our Senate generation. Speak up. You will also be the most outstanding first-ring crystallization stage wizard of Golden Crown Mountain.”

Wizard Antoine said, “Grandfather, I think the week before the competition is the most important time. I absolutely cannot slack off and must seize the opportunity to improve myself. Could you please change my assigned second-ring teacher to a star-ring wizard teacher from the Senate?”

"I want to improve myself further."

Wizard Fisher glanced at him, hesitated, then nodded. "Of course."

Antoine the wizard bowed to Fisher the wizard, saying, "Grandfather, thank you."

"Then I'm off to train hard. I will definitely help our Senate win the right to participate in the Silent Grail War. I will tell everyone in Golden Crown Mountain and the surrounding region that I am the best first-ring wizard here!"

"If I can become the best wizard in the first ring, I can become the best wizard in the second ring. If I am the best wizard, then the Senate is more powerful than their Academic Committee and the Inspectorate!"

……

Meanwhile, in the office of the throne wizard Fyodor, within the deacon patrol team, Fyodor looked at his close disciple, the witch Julian, and asked, "Why did you go and counsel a seemingly insignificant wizard about his psychological problems before the competition?"

The witch Julian apologized to Fyodor, saying, "I'm sorry, teacher, it was indeed my fault. It's just that I saw Daniel... and I wanted to help him."

Fyodor raised an eyebrow and said, "Only he can help himself. Besides, in my opinion, he'll only last until next year at most before being eliminated. Alright, Julian, you'd better keep it up."

Fyodor laughed and said, "You are my last disciple, and under my arrangement, you entered the Golden Crown Mountain True Knowledge Academy five years ago as a senior researcher. My arrangement for you is to participate in the Spell Fighting Tournament and win the right to participate in the Silent Holy Grail for our patrol deacon group."

"You are the chosen one I have nurtured. In the week leading up to the competition, you should not be looking after other wizards; you must first safeguard your own interests."

The witch Julian frowned and bowed again. "I'm sorry, teacher, it was my fault."

"Having received so many years of your guidance, I am determined to make a name for myself today."

Fyodor chuckled smugly, “If you perform too well, you will catch the attention of the Senate and the thrones of the Academic Committee. They will then obtain your information, formulate tactics against you, and train students in advance to develop a combat system specifically designed for you.”

"But I made you lie low for five years, only to make you shine today. Julian Witch, I kept you mediocre for these five years, do you have any complaints about that?"

The witch Julian shook her head slightly and bowed to Fyodor again. "Teacher, you have compensated me with the corresponding resources. I have no complaints."

"Teacher, it's for my own good that you want me to make a name for myself."

“I will prove to the wizards of the Senate and the Academic Committee that our Deacon Inspection Team is the best group of wizards in the Golden Crown Mountain region.”

After taking her leave, the witch Julian left the wizard Fyodor's office.

As she passed the public weatherman's laboratory, she hesitated for a moment, then went inside and found Wizard Daniel. "Daniel? Don't give up."

Wizard Daniel looked at Witch Julian in surprise. “Senior, the magical combat tournament is in seven days. Why aren’t you training… Never mind me…”

The witch Julian said calmly, "You've misunderstood me. I've been lying low for five years, all for this one day in seven days. How could I not value it?"

"I've been lying low for too long, so this week of training won't have much of an impact. The teacher wants me to strive for excellence, but unfortunately, my personality might not be up to it. I really don't have the motivation to push myself in the last week."

Wizard Daniel nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you, and thank you to the breeder named Locke Augustine."

"With your encouragement, I was able to pull myself together and find... a way to break the deadlock."

……

Meanwhile, Emerson Nelson, a wizard of the Power School at True Knowledge Institute, is currently at Joseph's Golem Shop, hiring the highest-ranking golems... and fighting them in person.

He stepped down from the adamantine golem, its body riddled with fist-shaped craters, and said, "One more week... I need to hone my skills! I haven't finished constructing the spell model for that power school yet."

"If I want to compete with the three people with connections from Golden Crown Mountain, I must learn the spell model obtained by visualizing the Void Beast!"

"Talent and hard work are the only two things that allow me to compete with those who get in through connections. I'll keep working hard!"

Wizard Nelson raised his scarred fist with great interest. He wrapped it with white bandages, and with each pain, he gained even more power!
Meanwhile, another strong contender from the Institute of True Knowledge, the witch Sera, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a blonde ponytail, is hunting down a group of dark wizards alone along the shores of Cloud Lake.

At this point, seeing that escape was impossible, one of the dark wizards could only kneel on the ground, begging for Sera's forgiveness. "Sera, please spare me. I want to live."

"I swear, I will never become a dark wizard again."

"You've wiped out our entire band of thieves. Now all that's left is me, the most useless wizard. Please spare me..."

The next moment, flames of the Fiery Sparrow ignited on the witch Sera's wizard sword.

The flames resembled the rays of the sun's core. With a single strike, the black wizard's head was severed from his body, just moments before he had been begging for mercy.

But before his blood could even splatter, his body turned to ashes.

Sera the Witch coldly stared at the thief dark wizard near Cloud Lake. As a witcher who made a living by killing dark wizards, she would never show any mercy to any dark wizard.

Thus, she earned the title of "female death god" among the black wizards of Yunze Wetland.

"The Spellfighting Tournament is in a week. I've heard that the right to participate in the Silent Grail competition is always contested by three generations of members from the three major factions of Mount Golden Crown." Sera's eyes blazed with fury. "But that spot will be mine. I'm itching for a fight right now, I'll go hunt down a few dark wizards first."

"Let's kill a few heads for fun."

"Oh no." Sera the Witch looked at the pile of ashes on the ground and shook her head helplessly. "I went too far; his body vaporized in an instant."

"There's no way to use his corpse to exchange for a reward at the White Wizard Association's Witcher Management Department. It's such a waste. I'm not as rich as those third-generation wizards at Golden Crown Mountain. If I don't hunt more dark wizards, how will I have the money to continue my research and compete?"

Sera the Witch shook her head slightly. "Besides, the dark wizard's corpse can fetch a good price. It's just that he just begged me for mercy, which makes me even more want to kill him with my sword. Alas, in the end, he was courting death."

While the most outstanding first-ring wizards of the younger generation in Golden Crown Mountain were making preparations, wizards in other wizarding organizations in the Golden Crown Mountain region were also making the most of the last week before the competition.

I'm making the most of my time to improve myself.

Located within the Golden Crown Mountain area, within the Kungudin College, this is a very young school primarily for architects.

The college's architecture consists of a series of overlapping and connected rectangular shapes, resembling a series of ever-changing Rubik's Cubes.

At that moment, inside Kungudin Academy, a Sun Ring wizard patted the shoulder of a First Ring wizard in front of him. "Mike! Tell me, what is the motto of our Kungudin Building Materials Academy?"

Mike was shirtless, his body covered in muscular muscles that seemed harder than steel.

Mike said, "The earth will live forever! But my building will last longer than the earth!"

The Sun Ring Wizard nodded with satisfaction. "Our Kungudin Architect Academy has always been suppressed by Golden Crown Mountain and oppressed by the Nexus City."

"The Golden Crown Mountain Sports Festival a week from now, during those seven days of sporting events, will be the perfect opportunity for you to represent Kunguding and avenge your defeat!"

"The prodigies of Golden Crown Mountain must think they're from a prestigious, thousand-year-old school and look down on us architects. Mike, you're the most talented architect I've ever met. I want you to win the Spellfighting Tournament at the Sports Festival and earn the White Wizarding Association's commendation!"

"The sports festival is the day when colleges allocate resources. Instead of fighting for resources, colleges determine how much special resources each college should be allocated based on the number of gold, silver and bronze medals it wins."

"Mike, you must use the indomitable will of us architects to win the game!"

Mike nodded firmly. "Teacher, I will let every first-ring wizard in the Golden Crown Mountain region know that they are worthless mortals, only fit to be crushed by the bricks of us architects!"

(End of this chapter)