Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 809 Three-Dimensional Coordinates + One-Dimensional Consciousness

Bonifacio University, Library.

Since the entire Bonifacius University is located next to Cloud Lake, the library is also located next to the lake. Unlike the castle-like library on Mount Golden Crown, the library of Bonifacius University is more like the high-rise building I remember from my previous life.

Locke followed Georgina the witch into the library, where flying ceramic spheres the size of badminton shuttlecocks had a pair of feathered wings on their backs.

At this moment, they circled around Locke and Georgina the Witch, checking their library badges.

Georgina the witch explained, "This is a witch from Boniface University."

"Bonifacius University is the birthplace of the pottery technique, and therefore possesses the most advanced pottery technology here."

"These are Wutao Feiqiu Xinzi."

"Tell Nobuko what you need, and they will fully meet all your needs regarding the library. These shamans have been equipped with spells by general scholars. Although they are not as powerful as professional general scholars, they are numerous."

Georgina the witch led Locke into the library of Boniface University, where they saw towering bookshelves that appeared at different angles. From every direction, on the ceiling and the surrounding walls, wizards and scholars were walking by with books.

The library on the first floor was mostly filled with wizarding apprentices. These apprentices looked at the two second-circle wizards who entered with awe and bowed to them.

“Mentor Georgina.”

“Mentor Augustine.”

Georgina the Witch looked at Locke and asked with a smile, "So, how's the central library at our Bonifacius University?"

Locke said, "The area is full of talented people, the facilities are complete, and the pottery making technique is even more unique."

"And he has a very broad mind."

Georgina the witch stood with her hands behind her back, dressed in a fringed wizarding robe that resembled a rainbow. Becoming a second-circle wizard had elevated her status at Bonifacius University, which seemed to have put her in a good mood.

"Good eye. The seven top wizarding universities in Yunze Wetlands either have a vision limited to their current status, like the Storm Tower, or they are like your Golden Crown Mountain and Rose Council, obsessed with the status of the Three Swamps."

"Our Boniface University focuses on the fifty-three wizarding lands in the Eastern District, the hundreds of wizarding lands in the eight major districts, the major colonial worlds, the new sea routes, the True Chaos Sea, and the Blue Universe."

Georgina the Witch said, "Boniface University not only needs to always be number one in Cloudswamp, but also number one in Three Swamps, an important part of the Eastern Boundary, and make itself a very important player in the entire wizarding world."

Georgina the witch said, “Unlike you, who prefer to recruit local wizards or wizards with special bloodlines, Bonifacius University is very open. Half of its students are not from the local wizarding lands, or even from the Eastern District.”

Locke offered no comment, simply listening and nodding.

Unlike Georgina the Witch, who was fanatical about Boniface University, Locke knew that a goal was merely an ideal, and the key was whether it could be achieved.

Bonifacius University is indeed currently the best in Cloudze Wetlands, but compared to the three super-sized wizard universities in the Raize Lowlands that are cultivated by the entire wizarding land, Cloudze Wetlands alone is not enough.

Therefore, while Bonifacius University is very powerful, it faces three problems that prevent it from competing with the Starfield Sea and the Razer Lowlands.

First, its relatively low profile makes it difficult to recruit top-tier wizard mentors.

Secondly, the number of students is still insufficient, and Yunze Wetland will no longer provide it with more policy support.

Thirdly, there is the fiscal aspect.

Georgina the witch and Locke went up to the sixth floor of the library, which was the second-circle wizarding area. At this time, the area was frequented by second-circle wizards from Boniface University.

Locke encountered many Star Ring Wizards and Moon Ring Wizards here, but rarely saw Sun Ring Wizards.

But he quickly figured out the reason.

Currently, because the Genesis Academic Conference is being held in the Southern Boundary, many Third Ring Wizards have gone there. Naturally, the responsibility for the overall situation of the major universities and main cities in Yunze Wetland now falls on the shoulders of the Sun Ring Wizards.

So, the Sun Ring Wizards must be very busy right now.

Georgina the Witch didn't speak as loudly as she had on the first floor. She said in a low voice, "Right now, my position at Bonifacio University is relatively low. Bonifacio University is a behemoth, and I want to contribute to its development."

"I don't know if I can stay at the school with my efforts."

Locke looked at the witch Georgina and said, "Georgina, are you going to stay in the Cloud Marsh Wetlands? I thought you were going to the Starfield Sea."

Georgina the witch shook her head.

“Boniface is my home. And I have a stain on my body.”

Locke pondered, "The Starfield Sea has never had any values. They only review your resume; they shouldn't scrutinize your parents' generation too closely."

Locke realized something was wrong, coughed immediately, and explained, "I only heard about your situation from my friends over the occasion."

A silvery laugh rang out from beneath Georgina's witch mask.

“You don’t need to feel sorry. Locke, you’re so kind. No one has ever felt embarrassed or apologized to me for knowing about me.”

"It was the witch Diana who told you, wasn't it? It's alright, she's told me quite a bit about you too."

Georgina the witch said, “But I can’t forgive myself. I want to stay here, build this wizarding university, make amends for my mistakes, and wash away the shame on me.”

Locke hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Even if you already know that we are cooperating with dark wizards, and that the Five Great Wars are being fueled by the major wizarding universities?"

Georgina the Witch said, “The ability to utilize everything around us to achieve our own ends is one of the eight virtues of our world. I don’t see anything wrong with that. Besides, while we have cooperation with the Five Great Wars, the conflicts outweigh the cooperation. Would you stop hunting Void Pirates just because Mount Golden Crown is funding the pirate mothership?”

"Would you refuse to cooperate with your enemy if there were benefits to be gained because you have a grudge against him?"

A laugh came from beneath Georgina the Witch's mask.

"No, you won't. Giving up benefits is a betrayal of the values ​​of our society."

Locke glanced at Georgina the Witch and knew that she was a complete practitioner of the values ​​of the white wizarding society. To be honest, she really shouldn't have studied textiles. She should have gone straight to study holy magic. Wouldn't that have been much better than what she is now?

Georgina the witch led Locke to a bookshelf.

"These are the publicly available free resources. You can't redeem the paid documents here without our Boniface University's second-ring contribution points. But I think the free documents alone should be enough."

"Don't look at me. I don't have any contribution points at the second ring level right now. Our lab is short of contribution points. Even if we had any left over, my colleagues would have already used them to exchange for the articles they need."

Locke nodded slightly.

"It's definitely enough."

The free documents at Yunze Wetland are generally from fifty years ago, while research content from the last fifty years requires contribution points to redeem.

In other words, the content I currently use in the second free zone of Boniface University is more than enough for my needs.

Locke spoke some keywords to the shamanic flying balls, and the shamans immediately began to automatically search for the magic books they needed.

The magic books were picked up by the shamans and placed precisely in front of them.

"Just looking at the books, he is indeed comparable to a wizard with a broad knowledge of the subject."

Locke flipped through the magic book in his hand.

"The focus of breeding studies at Bonifacio University is indeed different from that at Golden Crown Mountain. Golden Crown Mountain's focus is on agronomy, while Bonifacio University's focus is on urban greening."

"The magical plants they study tend to be geared towards large-scale environmental modification. Even if it's just about placing some magical plants in certain areas in the hope of improving the microenvironment of that area."

Locke's eyes lit up slightly. "The research on root science here is very in-depth, and there's also a lot of research on imaginary roots. It's really a great opportunity. Reading magic books here truly gives me a sense of cross-disciplinary understanding, as if I've come to see breeding science from another perspective. This has been very enlightening for me."

Georgina the witch glanced at Locke, who was engrossed in his magic book and showed no sign of heading to the laboratory to begin his experiments.

She frowned slightly, her eyes showing confusion.

Because breeding science is an experimental discipline, and among experimental disciplines, it has the longest life cycle, almost the longest experimental cycle, only slightly better than astronomy.

Therefore, most second-ring breeders are usually covered in mud, with at least one clone busy in the magical fields of the laboratory all day long.

Those who don't know the situation, upon seeing it, might say, "Isn't he just a farmer?"

Why is Locke still spending all his time in the library?

Georgina the Witch didn't waste words. Her long-term experience of discrimination had instilled in her a cautious and discreet personality. It was only when she encountered her old adversary, Locke, that she spoke a few more words.

Perhaps, their clone is already busy in the magical fields of Golden Crown Mountain?
……

Golden Crown Mountain, Locke's ancient tree clone, has finally returned to this sacred mountain where a golden sun hangs.

However, his first step was to sit on Little Peach Mountain with the witch Stephania and watch the sunrise.

The female cult leader, Stephania, looked at Locke with a wary gaze.

"Lord Augustine, what brings me here?"

Locke stood with his hands behind his back on the highest point of the rock next to the peach orchard on Little Peach Mountain. He looked up at the sky, pointed at the sun, and said, "Sect Leader Stephania, how long has it been since you last saw the sun?"

Stephania the witch gave a wry smile.

"We necromancers must not expose ourselves to sunlight indiscriminately, otherwise the death energy we have accumulated will dissipate. This applies not only to us necromancers, but to virtually all necromancers."

"So, this is one of the few times I've seen the sunrise since I became a wizard."

Locke smiled and said, "Then before you die, I'll take you to see the sunrise. Wouldn't that make you die without regrets?"

Stephania fell silent for a moment at these fierce words.

"Great Wizard of the Eyes. The rising sun may be a beautiful sight for mortals or other wizards, but for me, it is nothing more than something I cannot touch and that I despise. What is there to make up for regrets?"

"Great Wizard of the Eyes, what you want me to say, I really can't say. If I tell you, I'll be useless to you. Besides, I still have something on the Pale Pilgrimage. If I betray them, my fate will be terrible."

"Therefore, unless you give me a chance to join a lower-level academy of Golden Crown Mountain, I cannot say. No matter how severely you torture me, it will not change that."

“Even if you invite me into your Golden Crown Mountain prison, I will still maintain the same attitude.”

Stephania the witch looked at Locke nervously. "Although you are a second-circle archmage, I have already placed a magical seal on my soul."

"If I forcefully break that seal, my soul will self-destruct."

The witch Stephania seemed to know that her only chance of survival lay in Locke's desire to obtain the core spells of the Ghostly Arts of the Ghostly Cult through her.

In the past few days, in order to survive, she has indeed vomited some food intermittently.

But it always feels like squeezing toothpaste.

It seems to be still a long way from the ritual magic model of the Ghost Cult that Locke truly desired.

Locke turned to look at the witch Stephania, put his index finger to his lips, and whispered, "Keep your voice down. The sunrise at Golden Crown Mountain is extremely beautiful. This is a 5A-level scenic spot certified by the White Wizard Association. I brought you here just to let you see the sunrise."

"Look, over there."

Stephania the witch looked at him with a puzzled expression; she didn't know why Locke had brought her here.

At that moment, she saw the sun of Mount Golden Crown hanging high in the sky, and saw formal wizards piloting small flying vehicles heading towards the sun.

In the eyes of the witch Stephania, there seemed to be a magic circle between Mount Golden Crown and the sun, which could collect the energy of the fire in the sky, turn it into a magical tide, and fall on Mount Golden Crown to nourish the magical plants.

This makes Mount Golden Crown almost one with the sun in the wizarding world.

Stephania was amazed. As expected of the top academy in the Grand Wizarding Grounds of Yunze Wetlands, she had never even seen such methods in the Southeast Corner Region.

But as she continued reading, she felt increasingly uneasy.

The wizards on those small flying machines that were close to the sun, even with their shells of a permanent defensive force field, were repeatedly roasted like peeled shrimp because of the special magic array that connected heaven and earth and was too close to the sun.

Some first-ring wizards were so hot that they fell from the sky and crashed from their small flying machines.

Stephania the witch watched in horror.

Because the wizards who piloted small flying vehicles and traveled between the special magic arrays did not wear the uniforms of the faculty and staff of Golden Crown Mountain.

Stephania the witch stared wide-eyed at the wizards whose skin was peeling from the sun, and swallowed hard.

"Those people aren't the wizards of Golden Crown Mountain, are they?"

Locke nodded and said, "This job pays very well, 30,000 magic stones a month. But it is very harmful to the body and soul. Although it won't kill you in a short time, it will leave serious aftereffects. And let's not even talk about the aftereffects. Look, they are working in the scorching heat of the sky. They are just short of being on fire."

“Stephania, you guessed right. Those people are all wizard prisoners from Golden Crown Mountain.”

"They can't even be considered debt slaves."

Stephania the witch looked at Locke with a puzzled expression and a look of fear in her eyes.

Locke smiled and said, "Debt slaves are simply people who have lost their personal freedom because they owe debts. But in the end, they are just debt laborers for wizards, not real slaves or prisoners. Naturally, they wouldn't be here doing this."

"So, these people are all wizard prisoners from the surrounding area who were transferred from Golden Crown Mountain."

"They use working here to reduce their sentences. Stephania, if you were to enter the Golden Crown Prison, you'd probably end up here the very next day."

The next moment, a first-class wizard apprentice with a magic pressure of 800, who had been forced to work here, finally couldn't hold on any longer. His magic pressure was ignited by the sunlight and turned into a fireball, and he himself fell from the sky.

Stephania the witch shuddered.

"Don't you...don't your ethics and morality review committee do anything about this?"

Locke said coldly, "Legally, if someone were treated like this, it would have triggered an ethical and moral review long ago. But the problem is, dark wizards aren't considered human. So, look around, where is anyone here being treated unfairly?"

“Master, when you turn the wronged souls of your students into your magic, you should understand that if you don’t treat others as human beings, they can also treat you as such.”

Stephania the witch's face turned completely pale in an instant.

"Great Wizard of the Eyes, I deeply regret it."

Locke: "Hmm?"

Stephania the Witch sighed.

“I regret it every time I think about how I didn’t kill you by force back then, but instead used you to get a full-fledged witch from our Ghostly Holy Church.”

"I was wrong back then."

"This is a model of my ritual magic. Here you go, Archmage Beholder."

The witch Stephania drew a spell model from her own soul.

She said, "I only hope that you will have the Holy Tribunal sentence me to death, and that you will not send me to that kind of hellish place."

Locke examined the spell models she had given him and finally confirmed that this was exactly what he wanted.

Locke's eyes lit up.

"I see. The core of this ritual magic is to superimpose the consciousness waves of two individuals, and then use the special properties of the River Styx to make the part completed at the consciousness level be reflected in reality."

Locke was inspired by the idea behind this spell model.

At the same time, he learned from this spell model that the founder of the Ghost Cult seemed to be a being nicknamed the Ghost Lich from the other side of the Pale Pilgrimage.

The opponent's use of the River Styx's unique properties to create a superimposed consciousness wave magic was truly miraculous.

It is truly exceptional.

Therefore, this spell has been a closely guarded secret of the Ghostly Holy Cult for five hundred years, and only the cult leader can learn it.

"A ghostly lich?"

Locke read it softly.

Stephania the witch seemed somewhat frightened.

"Great Wizard of the Eyes, do not utter the name of your ancestor carelessly. It will bring misfortune."

Locke glanced at her, then lowered his head to think: 'This old man's way of thinking gives me the feeling that it's not particularly clever, but rather meticulously refined.'

'A ghostly lich, it's probably a wizard who has lived for a very long time.'

'This guy is able to create such exquisite spell models through accumulated experience.'

'and……'

Locke had never really understood the difference between a Permanent Defensive Field Shell and a Permanent Defensive Field. He had only recently become a second-circle wizard, and although he had obtained a Permanent Defensive Field Shell in battle, he didn't fully understand it.

He had previously read Jinmianshan's books, but he still found them very confusing.

But now he finally understood what this thing was.

A normal, permanent defensive force field is merely a three-dimensional structure within the soul.

This is the permanent defensive force field of a first-ring wizard.

A second-circle wizard's soul and ultimate magic each possess an identical permanent defensive field, so their permanent defensive fields overlap after they become second-circle wizards.

According to Jinmian Mountain, one of the two permanent defensive force fields transformed into its original three-dimensional structure, while the other transformed into a one-dimensional consciousness.

That is, three-dimensional spatial coordinates plus one-dimensional consciousness.

Locke had only vaguely understood it before, not understanding where this dimension of consciousness came from. After all, spirituality was not unfamiliar to wizards. Everyone could see it with spiritual vision at the first-level wizard apprentice stage, and to see spirituality at the Force level, one could also see it at the second-level stage.

Therefore, the combination of three-dimensional coordinates and one-dimensional spirituality is not difficult for me to understand.

The permanent defensive force field shell of itself was designed by the high-ring wizards, and at this stage, it will form a change without any hindrance.

Therefore, Locke had never really understood it before.

At that moment, while watching the consciousness wave superposition magic set up by the ghost lich, Locke suddenly realized something.

If a regular permanent defensive field is like a wizard being protected by a car, then the shell of the permanent defensive field is like the ground on which that car is located.

This spell model revealed something to me: in the study of ghosts, or rather, in the theoretical doctrines of this ghostly lich, the world is as follows—

Consciousness is not produced by the soul, but rather the soul resides within consciousness.

Consciousness is one dimension!
Locke also realized this from the spell models left by the Ghost Wizard in the Ghost Cult. The Ghost Lich seemed to believe that the soul is the inner observer of consciousness, and that the soul is wrapped within consciousness, which is why a person can still think of 'I' as 'I'.

Because 'I' am this stable soul entity, while consciousness is a special spatial structure similar to the ocean.

It's like a glass of water; the soul is the water in the glass, and consciousness is the glass itself.

'The consciousness sea and enduring defensive field of the wizarding civilization likely both drew inspiration from this achievement in soul science.'

Locke pondered, “The reason why the library of Mount Golden Crown is so vague is because even the author didn’t understand it. Moreover, this is different from the three-dimensional plus one-dimensional spiritual realm and the imaginary sea, which are things we can directly observe. The consciousness dimension indicated by the spell model of the ghost lich and the permanent defensive force field shell is still a result of soul science deduction.”

"Whether it truly exists is difficult to confirm."

"Whether the permanent defensive force field shell is a three-dimensional coordinate system plus a one-dimensional consciousness is something that relevant researchers probably cannot prove with hard evidence. Perhaps it is just a wrong view."

In other words, this was the first time Locke had encountered a situation in the wizarding world where he completely didn't understand a certain structure of his own body, and the wizarding world itself was vague about it.

Of course, it's also possible that I have too little access to high-quality spiritual materials.

Misawa Land is not skilled in magic in this area.

Locke pondered, "But this thing, which can be considered a conjecture, doesn't need proof in the Styx world... it already exists. Because the Styx is a plane of consciousness! It has its own special dimensional rules."

"Of course, based on the information I've currently accessed regarding soul science, I cannot be certain whether this conjecture exists in the wizarding world or other life planes. Or is it merely a special phenomenon, a unique soul structure that requires magical power to create independently?"

(End of this chapter)