Super Magician: The Magic Network Collapsed Again at the Start

Chapter 122 Even the poorest person can only live like this.

Mindflayer larvae are born from egg sacs, each containing thousands of eggs, which are placed on the surface of the brain pool by adult Mindflayers.

After hatching, the larvae appear as purplish-red tadpole-like creatures, about 3 inches long. They breathe through gills, feed on brain matter, and possess primitive telepathic abilities, enabling them to engage in simple mental communication with the master brain and other members of their species.

Therefore, carrying such a thing around is very dangerous and can easily attract other mind-eating monsters or mind-stealers.

Anser thought of the underground prison in the Black Tower. If he found a few death row inmates, let the Mind Flayer tadpoles parasitize them, cultivate them into Mind Flayers, and then kill them, wouldn't leveling up be a piece of cake?

However, the newly born Mind Flayers are relatively weak and need to devour brains and have the help of the main brain to quickly enter the complete form. The experience they provide may be far less than expected.

As for the idea of ​​enslaving the mind-stealing demon, he rejected it as soon as it came to mind; that wouldn't be courting death, it would be seeking it.

The same principle applies to intentionally allowing mind flayer tadpoles to parasitize you. Although you can gain psionic abilities, the living being is no longer you!
'Let's seal them up in Black Tower Prison for now; hopefully they won't starve to death for the time being.'

The Black Tower is located in an alternate dimension, and even if the Mind Flayer larva shouts its lungs out, it will be impossible for it to contact its kind or the main brain.

He took out the Scepter of Protection and used the projection to check the situation inside. He found that the Treant Ancient Moss had awakened and was taking over from Blatt to direct the kobolds to repair the square and clean up the island.

Tree-men may live a long time, but they may not be very intelligent. However, they are proficient in many languages, including Dragon Language, Elvish Language, and the Common Tongue of Faerûn.

It also revitalized two trees to act as overseers. Although the trees had no brains, they could serve as extensions of its limbs to discipline and guide the kobolds.

After use, the revitalized trees can choose a suitable place to re-take root, and over time, the trees on the island will become more orderly.

“Not bad.” Anser nodded in satisfaction.

With the Tree Man in charge, no one dares to rebel, and Holrewen's safety is not a concern.

He used the Paradise Mark to notify Blatt, and after waiting for several tens of seconds, summoned him.

Blatt staggered, then, after regaining his balance, glanced around and, upon seeing the bustling street, his eyes widened in surprise:

"So this is Dulager! How about a big shopping spree?"

The current Hall pattern is too monotonous, lacking anything special.

“That’s what I was thinking too.” Anser took off the jeweled money pouch from his waist and tossed it to Blatt. “There are less than two thousand gold coins and some gems inside. If you don’t have enough money, you can borrow some on credit. I’ll go find someone to borrow some more.”

Besides food, tools, seeds, and household items, please try to buy some live animals, like fish, shrimp, and small animals, to help improve the ecosystem. I'll pick up the goods this evening.

The island is so large, with forests, rivers, lakes, and ocean; it would be a waste not to raise some creatures there. As long as a complete ecosystem is built, food will be readily available, without relying on external supplies.

“Don’t worry, I understand.” Blatt didn’t understand the word “ecology,” but he understood what Anser meant.

Blatt, along with Giant Tail and Finn, left excitedly, ready to make a big splash.

Anser rode his horse into a small alley, and seeing that no one was around, he quietly teleported into Holreven.

When the Tree Man Ancient Moss saw Anser, he ran over with heavy steps, breaking many more paving stones in the process.

"No—" Anser quickly stopped it, rode up to it, pointed to the woodland and said, "You're too heavy. From now on, you'll stay on the island and help command the kobolds during the day..."

“I know.” Gu Tai shrugged, looking completely matter-of-fact. “It’s all broken, it definitely needs to be repaired.”

Anser's expression froze. Gutai didn't think all mages were as rich as the Black Tower Master, did he?

"We can't rebuild it right now, we don't have the money. We can only do some minor repairs, so take it easy," he patiently advised.

“Oh…you could copy magic scrolls or brew some magic potions to sell, that would make you money,” the treant said naturally.

Anser was struck dumb, sighed helplessly, and waved his hand: "You go ahead and do your thing."

He dismounted, gesturing for Nornos to move freely, and silently walked toward the Black Tower.

'How about learning alchemy or something?'

To be honest, he prefers to solve problems with magic. Alchemy and scrolls require a lot of time to learn and practice; they can't be mastered in just a few days.

Let's talk about it once things settle down.

He entered the Black Tower and went down the stairs to the second basement level.

This is Black Tower Prison, with dozens of cells, each with a different layout, presumably for different purposes. The remains inside have been cleared away; it looks clean, and there's no unpleasant odor or eeriness.

Anser placed the brain fluid jar into a sealed black stone prison, then closed the door. The magic lock was integrated with the black tower and could only be opened by those with the corresponding permissions of the Paradise Mark.

He set the door lock access to the highest level, so that only he could open it, to prevent others from accidentally entering.

'Let's leave it at that for now.'

Having dealt with the dangerous item, he felt much more relaxed and went upstairs to inspect the situation at the Black Tower.

The animal carcasses that were transported over yesterday were cut up and stored in another ice cellar. There wasn't enough ice, so he fired a few freezing rays to cool the ice cellar down.

The Black Tower has been thoroughly cleaned, mainly by those few activated brooms.

If it were just Blatt and his few men, they would never finish the job, even if they worked themselves to death. Each floor of the Black Tower is 2,000 square meters, and the inner diameter is over 45 meters. It is not an ordinary building.

Anser arrived at the top floor. There weren't many rooms, but each one was very large. There was a circular corridor on the outside that offered a panoramic view of the entire island.

Judging from the layout, this should be the tower owner's private space, a place to rest, read, meditate, and enjoy the view...

In the center is a circular platform with a diameter of five meters, protruding half a meter from the ground. It is covered with various patterns, possibly some kind of magic circle, but there is no magical reaction.

According to Gu Tai, the upper half of the Black Tower was destroyed, so this was at most a base for an array.

'This is the tragedy of illiteracy. I'll borrow a few books from Elise to study later.' He sat on the edge of the stone platform, looking up at the spire of the black tower.

It is also covered with all sorts of strange patterns, which can make you feel dizzy if you look at it for too long.

In a daze, he heard a cat's meow. He suddenly stood up and turned around to find a purple magic book with gold patterns floating behind him. A black cat was squatting on it, its big, dark eyes full of curiosity.

"The Book of Castella!" Anser narrowed his eyes, his expression one of surprise. "You were actually able to come out?"

This indicates that the book possesses intelligence and has permissions no less than his own; otherwise, it would be impossible for it to freely enter the top floor of the Black Tower.

This time, the black cat didn't dodge. Instead, it nodded seriously and raised its little paw to pat the magic book at its feet.

"You want me to pick up this magic book?" Anser asked tentatively.

"Meow..." The black cat nodded again.

"What is this? Is it dangerous?" Anser dared not move rashly. The original tower master might be a legendary mage, and his things must be extraordinary.

The black cat hesitated for a moment, then surprisingly nodded.

Anser paused, quickly took a few steps back, pointed to his feet, and said solemnly, "Then please go back. I don't think I'm ready yet."

The black cat tilted its head and sized him up for a moment, then shrank into the magic book. The next second, the magic book vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

'Can you teleport? I always climb the stairs to get here. Who is the tower master here?' Anser was secretly alarmed.

That spellbook was probably the highest quality magical item he had ever seen, or at least legendary quality. He just didn't know if the danger came from the magical item itself or from some kind of curse attached to it.

He couldn't determine the cause of the problem by examining the dice, and there was nothing he could do.

However, the dice's power is closely related to his own strength. As long as he steadily levels up, he will eventually be able to see through everything.

With that thought in mind, he sat down on the stone platform and focused his mind.

Before I could even check the character card, I discovered that the sixth symbol on the silver twenty-sided die had already lit up.

'Wait, something's not right?'

He checks the dice and character cards every night. Last night, this symbol was still missing a small corner, and he felt that it would take at least a major battle to light it up.

Today's battle wasn't particularly intense; I only gained a few hundred combat experience points.

'Perhaps...it will have a significant impact!' he speculated.

(End of this chapter)