Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 827 The Three Cave Worlds and 'Gods'!!

Inside the dormitory, Locke's clone continued preparing for the exploration of the plane, while his main body was reading the magic book written by the wizard Russell.

Locke read Russell's magic book about golden foxtail grass and then understood that there were many subtypes of foxtail grass.

The number of subtypes is extremely large, at least hundreds, the most basic being the green foxtail grass, which is also known as a weed, though that's just a nickname.

It's a first-level magical plant, after all. In the fields of a first-level breeder, it's a weed, but if you take it elsewhere, it's the king of magical plants and can't be considered a weed.

There are also dozens of degenerate forms of the apprentice-level green foxtail grass.

In addition, there are dozens of semi-degenerate forms of first-ring foxtail grass, a few evolved forms of green foxtail grass, and the only golden foxtail grass that has re-evolved into a second-ring magical plant.

In his book, Bertrand Russell wrote: "It is precisely because of the sheer number of members in the foxtail grass family that it possesses such amazing charm. And among this vast family of members, the most attractive to me is the golden foxtail grass."

"As we all know, in this book, almost all the subtypes of green foxtail grass are undergoing some kind of degeneration, with many subspecies almost reaching the level of ordinary plants. Many other subspecies are on the verge of degeneration. Only golden foxtail grass has escaped this risk of degeneration and has re-evolved into a second-ring magical plant."

"Leaving aside the unique degradation mechanism of the green foxtail grass, that's another area that could fill ten magic books. This book focuses on a review of research on the golden foxtail grass..."

Locke spent a morning reading the magic book and found it very rewarding, especially the detailed explanation of the pathway mechanisms of the various natural magical structural components of the golden foxtail grass.

Unfortunately, this magic book is just an overview. It constantly emphasizes the important position, special value, and unique re-evolution of the golden foxtail grass, but does not explain in detail why only the golden foxtail grass can evolve again.

It simply stated: "The golden foxtail grass gained the impetus for further evolution by transforming from a diploid to a haploid form. Currently, it is known that multiple mechanisms exist within the foxtail grass magical plant that cause the green foxtail grass to continuously degenerate, and after years of experimentation, I have confirmed that this mechanism originates from the plant essence of the green foxtail grass."

Locke frowned. What is this thing?
Diploidy becomes haploid?

Does a plant only have one set of plant essence?
How is that possible?
This isn't a fern gametophyte!

Haploid magical plants generally only exist in artificially bred magical plants, and they are usually unable to reproduce and are difficult to develop fully, because most plants are at least diploid.

Haploid means that a magical plant has only one set of plant essences. This means that when reproducing, there is no homologous plant essence to unite, making it impossible to produce the next generation and difficult to overcome sexual reproduction.

The golden foxtail grass is likely a second-order magical plant that evolved naturally.

Locke frowned; this sentence in Russell's spellbook was difficult for him to understand.

Locke vaguely sensed that this secret might be closely related to the final step of his atavism.

Its own atavism has been proven effective, but the foxtail grass magic plant family is special, so it cannot be completed well.

However, by simply changing to a different magical plant, the reversion to ancestral evolution can be completed almost exactly.

Locke could sense that the secret of how the golden foxtail grass could evolve again was extremely important to him.

This might allow atavism to become more refined.

In addition, the product I negotiated with Xiaoxi Cup is also the ancestral golden wheat.

Locke picked up the magic quill and magic paper and began writing a letter to Wizard Russell, asking relevant questions, especially why the golden foxtail grass turned into a haploid magical plant, how the golden foxtail grass reproduced in the wild after turning into a haploid magical plant, and why it was closely related to its ability to evolve again.

At the same time, Locke also wrote a letter to Alaric, a nobleman of the Golden Dynasty, expressing how much he missed him since they parted ways at Yunze Cup, and asking him to help him inquire about his teacher Russell.

Locke hesitated for a moment, because his Golden Dragon bloodline was already in a fake state, turning into a world-destroying demon dragon.

I don't know if I still count as having the golden bloodline.

Locke pondered for a moment. Considering the decline of the Boundary Between Darkness and Light back then, there seemed to be another hidden story. He still didn't understand why the Pale Giants attacked the Boundary Between Darkness and Light, why the Pale Pilgrimage appeared ten thousand years ago, and why the Pale Pilgrimage actually had the ability to cause the decline of a leader wizard's land.

There must be a major hidden story behind this.

However, the bloodline of the World-Destroying Demon Dragon is too complicated. If I were to write it down, it might actually cause unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, Locke decided not to mess with the Golden Aristocracy.

After writing the letters, Locke went to the library and found the Magic Owl Service. He handed the two letters to the owl and mailed them using the address information left by Alaric on the Gray Mist Slab.

Locke looked at the two letters and thought, "I wonder if Wizard Russell will reply to me. If he doesn't, I'll have to think of something."

"Hopefully, Alaric can put in a good word for them."

Locke turned to leave the library when he saw a very ordinary-looking wizard, who looked like a middle-aged man, walk in.

He wore the badge of the ordinary Shinchi Institute on his chest.

Locke raised an eyebrow, sensing that the other person's soul aura seemed to indicate that they were in their early forties.

This means that the other party must be the True Knowledge Institute of Mount Golden Crown, which requires the baseline of entry for liquefied wizards before the age of forty.

Of course, that was just a requirement on paper. The actual requirement had changed to reaching the level of a Crystallized Wizard before the age of forty.

Locke thought for a moment and realized the other party's identity; it must be the witch Droma.

Droma is not a native wizard of the wizarding world. She comes from a very humble background. She is the child of a high-ranking centaur nobleman from that world and a wizarding apprentice who went to that world.

As a result, his reputation at Jinmian Mountain is not very good.

Although bloodline is no longer very important in the modern magical age, the Droma wizard, who comes from a colonized world, will definitely receive some different looks.

According to the information given to her by her senior, this witch doctor, Droma, was about forty years old when she barely made it into the Golden Crown Mountain.

Because the witch Catherine admired his talent and willpower, and did not care about his background, he was able to enter the ordinary True Knowledge Institute on Mount Golden Crown.

Thinking of this, Locke quickened his pace slightly, wanting to leave the library.

Regardless of what kind of person this sorceress Droma is, it has nothing to do with me. If possible, I should try to minimize contact with her.

It's not for any other reason, but because I'm very busy, especially now that I'm busy with the idea of ​​reverting to ancestral evolution. If I don't have anything to do, I'd better not get involved with controversial figures to avoid causing any trouble.

Locke wanted to avoid trouble, but the wizard still walked straight towards him.

The witch Droma had a rugged look on her face, which suggested she had centaur blood. So when she saw Locke, she paused for a moment, then walked over to him with great enthusiasm.

“Rock Augustine the Wizard? Ah, I recognize you.”

"I saw you at the Silent Grail tournament."

"Your immense magic at the time was an eye-opener for me. It felt very much like the special power of the priests in my home centaur plane. I am Droma."

Locke nodded slightly.

"Hello, Wizard Droma, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

The wizard Zhuoma patted Locke on the chest, then glared at the wizard Ackerman nearby, who rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Clearly, there seems to be some kind of grudge between the two.

The witch Droma snorted and said, "How boring. That Ackerman is so petty. All I did was forget to return a magic book on time once!"

The wizard Ackerman, speaking from a distance, whispered, "You've been treating that book as your own."

The sorceress Zhuoma's expression changed slightly. "Don't make false accusations."

He looked at Locke, seemingly feeling somewhat embarrassed, and changed the subject, saying, "Ackerman and I have some misunderstandings."

“Wizard Locke, I am very interested in the wizard shoes you made.”

"I have already pre-ordered two pairs of Bloodwave Pineapple Wizard Shoes."

Locke seemed thoughtful. Two pairs?

The sorceress in front of him was clearly a normal human, but he could probably use some kind of bloodline magic to activate the centaur bloodline within him, giving him the form of a centaur.

Otherwise, why would you buy two pairs of the same wizard shoes?

Of course, this is just my guess.

Or perhaps they just wanted to wear them interchangeably, or they bought them for someone else.

The wizard Zhuoma said to Locke, "Actually, I also wanted you to make me a pair of wizard shoes. By the way, would it be convenient for us to talk in the quiet room of the library?"

Locke hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay."

The two entered a quiet room in the library.

Droma, the sorceress, sat on the sofa with a smile and said to Locke, "A few days ago, I saw you having contact with the Brandy Wizard at the market?"

Locke frowned.

The sorceress, Droma, said, “Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t spying on you. I was just browsing the secondhand market that day, looking for something usable.”

"I just happened to see you with the Brandy Wizard. But I must remind you, it's best to stay away from the Brandy Wizard."

Locke remained expressionless.

"why?"

The witch Droma whispered, "You mean that witch who was forced to leave the station last year? I think that was actually the work of the Brandy Witch."

"At the time, Brandy, the wizard, and I were all in a laboratory. The results of our experiments would always be inexplicably destroyed."

The sorceress Zhuoma said, "That Brandy guy is willing to do anything to succeed. He's really insidious."

"You'd better stay away from him. That's my advice to you."

Locke nodded slightly.

"Ok."

Wizard Zhuoma said, "By the way, Wizard Locke, would you like to join our special grant application group?"

Locke looked at him in surprise and asked, "How did you know I was going to apply for a special grant next year?"

Wizard Zhuoma chuckled, "Just a guess. But it's not hard to guess. Every second-ring wizard would never give up that one application opportunity each year. After all, application opportunities are limited, and every extra application means a greater chance of being accepted. You've already become a second-ring wizard; if you missed this year's opportunity, how could you possibly miss it next year?" Locke nodded slightly.

"I understand. Thanks, but no need. I'm not interested in any small groups."

The sorceress, Droma, nodded.

“Alright. Wizard Locke, I would like to commission you to make me another pair of wizard shoes.”

The sorceress Zhuoma spun the ring on her right thumb.

The ring then projected a semi-transparent illusion into the void, within which appeared a terrifying ocean of sulfuric acid.

Locke frowned.

"This is the Abyss Plane, right? The third layer of the Abyss Plane, the Dead Sea of ​​Acidity?"

The sorceress Zhuoma said, "Yes, that's right. I am a researcher from Group 4. Our Group 4 rarely appears in Golden Crown Mountain because our research institute is not in Cloud Marsh Wetland, but in the Dead Sea of ​​Sulphuric Acid, located in the third layer of the abyss."

“We have a research institute over at the Dead Sea of ​​Sulfuric Acid. Many of us take turns standing guard there and venturing into the Abyss Plane to obtain special magical plants from the Dead Sea of ​​Sulfuric Acid. I recently acquired a magical plant that is very important to me, and it requires me to enter a particularly dangerous area within the Dead Sea of ​​Sulfuric Acid. It's this place, the location of the Great Whirlpool of Krobul. This whirlpool is about a third the size of the Cloud Marsh Wetland.”

Locke looked at the large, dark green vortex of sulfuric acid.

Clearly, this was an incredibly large vortex of strong sulfuric acid, terrifying even to a second-circle wizard.

The wizard Zhuoma said, "I am currently lacking a pair of wizard shoes that can be used to enter such a dangerous area."

Locke frowned and said, "The quality of the wizard shoes I make is currently not as good as Blue Belt's, let alone Solas Barefoot and Melochy's. You should go to them for this kind of thing."

The sorceress, Droma, smiled shyly.

"I know. It's just that I'm short of money."

"Moreover, there aren't that many wizards who want to enter the Great Vortex of Clobul. The two wizard shoe shops that are allied simply don't make wizard shoes that can withstand the Great Vortex of Clobul."

"But I want to obtain one of the magical plants called Kroble Grass. I believe that with your Moon Cultivation Method, it should be possible to give the Great Bloodwave Pineapple Wizard Shoes the ability to adapt to this strong sulfuric acid environment."

"Well, Locke, could you make me a pair of wizard shoes that can conquer the Great Vortex of Clobul?"

Locke frowned, stared at the sulfuric acid Dead Sea, thought for a moment, and then decisively shook his head.

"No, I refuse."

The sorceress, Droma, seemed somewhat astonished.

"what?"

Locke said, “You should understand that this is not just a simple sulfuric acid environment, but also the Abyss Plane, a sulfuric acid mixed with Abyss energy, and it is on an exaggerated scale, at least one-third the size of the Cloud Marsh Wetland. The danger of you entering it is comparable to directly entering the void with your physical body.”

"With my current abilities, I may not be able to make wizard shoes that will allow you to walk on flat ground over there."

"Moreover, even if it could be made, it would require a lot of effort and time."

Locke's sharp eyes turned to the witch Droma.

Neither the Brandy Wizard nor this Droma Wizard left a good impression on me.

Locke turned and left the quiet room. "I'm sorry, Wizard Droma, I can't help you with this."

The witch Droma stood up anxiously, "Wait, witch Locke. You..."

The sorceress Zhuoma frowned as she watched Locke leave.

"Ugh."

Locke quickly left the library, boarded the Rainbow Bird, and returned to his dormitory.

In his dormitory, Locke pondered for a moment.

“Making wizard shoes for Droma is impossible. Wizards who need to enter the Great Vortex of Krobul are a tiny minority, and the environment of the Great Vortex of Krobul is rare even in the void. This means that even if I made wizard shoes that could adapt to the environment of the Great Vortex of Krobul, it would be difficult to sell many.”

"This doesn't make any money at all. It's like I'm doing nothing for nothing. That Zhuoma witch is not as careless as she seems. I wonder what she's up to by giving me this request at this time."

"And that brandy wizard doesn't seem like a good guy either. The fact that these two suddenly came to me at this time can't be a simple coincidence."

Locke pondered, "I'll just stay away from those two. Or rather, focusing on completing my own experimental research is the only way."

"Nothing else matters to me. I'll just stay home and not go out."

"I have so many things to do, I really don't want to get involved in anything weird or strange."

Locke took out the Linghong rubbing of the Two Cicadas and began to study it.

……

A week later.

Little Peach Mountain, the Gate of Hell, the Void Cube appeared from the Golden Path and fell into his hands.

At this moment, the Void Cube is still emerald green, but it has changed from the size of a basketball to a tiny cube the size of a fingernail.

However, there is a crack on this Rubik's Cube.

A powerful energy was wrapped around the crack, an energy that seemed to want to rule over everything, reject everything, and suppress everything.

This was a dazzling white light.

Locke stared at the white light.

"The Void Cube is a special second-ring magical artifact crafted by alchemists. It is a one-time use item, and each one costs five million magic stones. If you can break this second-ring magical artifact, you can break through the permanent defensive force field shell."

Locke pondered, "This is unbelievable. A medium-sized world actually possesses beings capable of threatening second-circle wizards."

The existence of beings in the Silent Plane that can threaten second-ring wizards is because that place has inherited the legacy of wizarding civilization; in essence, they cannot be considered natives.

Moreover, the Silent Plane is almost the largest medium-sized plane.

Locke drew upon the power of the planes within the Rubik's Cube, activating the power contained within it. Instantly, the Rubik's Cube began to rotate, interpreting the information of the planes' power for him.

'It is a plane of life, in which the main beings are...humans.'

'It's a four-element plane, and also contains the etheric element.'

'The principles of dimensionality don't conflict with those of the Wizarding World; I can enter directly. The atmospheric composition is similar to the Wizarding World, but gravity and other factors are only about one-seventh of those in the Wizarding World.'

'Hmm? Its size is actually slightly larger than the Silent Dimension.'

Locke was slightly taken aback.

I never expected the Silent Grail tournament committee office to be so helpful, actually giving me a plane that's almost a medium-sized one.

It's important to understand that medium-to-large-scale planes cannot be used to create massive magic.

This plane is a top-tier plane for creating immense magic; it can almost be considered the best.

Locke closed his eyes again, sensing the information from that world.

He seemed to see a ring-shaped mountain, beneath which was a lotus leaf floating on the river, the source of which was a hollow.

The river's destination is yet another empty space.

A crater surrounds a basin, and that basin is that world.

Above the crater, there is a third cavity from which the sun and moon emerge. During the day, the sun emerges from the cavity, and at night, the moon emerges from the cavity.

【Three-Dimensional Plane】.

What greatly interested Locke was that lotus leaf, which was clearly a magical plant, but he didn't know what grade it was.

Make a lot of money.

Upon seeing the magical plant that participated in the creation of the world, Locke knew that exploring this plane would definitely not be a loss.

Although many wizards explore different planes, they often end up bankrupt.

That was mainly because the journey through the void was too long, he didn't control the costs well, and the planes he explored weren't as valuable as he thought, which led to his bankruptcy.

But just for that magical plant that held up the world, Locke felt that this trip would definitely not be a loss.

As Locke observed further, he saw a vast expanse of land, countless towns, and forests within the crater.

Many ordinary people lived there, maintaining the civilization of the city-state era.

It's worth mentioning that the mortals in that world worshipped gods, and those gods were actually real.

Humans live on the earth, while the 'gods' of that world live on that crater.

In Locke's understanding, those 'gods' should not be gods, or even false gods, but rather some kind of special race of giants.

Locke frowned as he looked at the Rubik's Cube that had been partially broken.

"No. There is indeed a very strange energy here. This energy is different from magic; it has a strong repulsive force and is full of a personal, arbitrary will."

“Those giant races are strange.”

Locke also learned through the Void Cube that the giant race feared the mortals of the earth who threatened their rule, but needed their services, so they artificially controlled their numbers.

When the number of mortals decreased, the giants transformed into benevolent gods who were happy to help others.

When the number of mortals becomes too large, the giants will launch what is called the destruction of the world in order to reduce the number of mortals. However, the number of mortals in that world seems to have once again exceeded a certain limit set by the giants.

(End of this chapter)