Wizard: Starts with Advanced Meditation

O primordial tree of life, supreme mother of all trees! Why do you always favor that elf named Grimm?

When Green let out his first cry, the brilliant light that burst forth from his forehead was a radiance that had not been seen in the clan for a thousand years, and it was destined that he would be a dazzling pureblood of the Onida clan.

As the light faded, the gold-plated mark quietly emerged.

—That is the blessing of the Mother of All Trees, and the foundation upon which the Elf race can rise above all other races.

As all elves know, gold carries the highest level of knowledge, and the power it contains is enough to shake the laws and reverse the entire plane's structure.

At ten, he listened to the language of nature; at one hundred, he expanded his magical galaxy; at two hundred, ancient runes lost their obscurity in his eyes; at three hundred, the gaps in time opened up for him, helping him explore the endless river of time…

Every legendary deed is something that wizards can never reach in their lifetime.

Even a thousand years later, he independently constructed one complete knowledge system after another, and the influence of each system continues to this day without diminishing.

No one knows what Green was awarded; it's as if it's always shrouded in mystery.

Neither his own people nor those who later followed in his footsteps could unveil the veil of mystery surrounding him.

But they knew that Green would become the Golden Apostle, and even be qualified to join the ranks of the "Guardians".

Until that day, countless elves bowed their heads and sighed, the Golden Apostle was filled with regret, and the guardians even personally closed the seats that had been prepared for Grin in advance.

The incident occurred just before dusk. Green, who was already a trainee Golden Apostle, actually used a dagger tempered with star dew to cut open the mark on his forehead.

The moment the mark shattered, pure light burst forth from his body, and the golden fragments dissipated in the wind.

The commotion even attracted the guardians, and even the loving Mother of Ten Thousand Trees was alarmed, causing her to tremble with rage.

However, just as the guardians were angrily denouncing Grimm for blaspheming the legacy, the next second, an even purer light burst forth from his body, and the vast elemental power surged around him like a raging tide.

—His realm of understanding reached a new level after stripping away the gifts of the Tree of Life.

Unfortunately, he ultimately desecrated the gift of the Mother of Trees. From then on, the Guardians had no choice but to close the seat that had been opened for him, and the Mother of Trees stopped paying attention to Grin.

And so he became a pureblood elf who had lost his blessing.

However, in the next ten years, Grimm once again became an eternal legend among the elves. He could communicate with nature and even bring the withered Tree of Life back to life.

But Green became increasingly silent. He often sat alone on the highest branch of the Eternal Forest, gazing blankly at the starry sky.

But one day, that branch withered.

No one knows why he died; all that is remembered is that on that night when the stars were obscured by dark clouds, the patrolling Goldleaf Guards discovered Green.

He lay down under the oak tree where he often sat, his eyes gently closed, a faint smile on his lips.

He left no clues, only clutching a half-piece of ancient wood engraved with ancient runes in his hand.

The scar on his forehead had long since faded, and only the moonlight falling on that smooth skin seemed like a silent sigh.

From then on, the Eternal Forest had a new taboo legend: once there was an elf who broke the taboo, but quietly faded away when he reached a new shore.

—The Sigh of the Mother Tree: Grin Onidas, the Uncrowned Apostle

"Did you break any taboos?"

Hughes muttered to himself.

As he read the last sentence, Hughes's fingertips still lingered on the edge of the book, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the yellowed pages, his breathing becoming slow and heavy without his conscious effort.

He had assumed that the legends of the Elven race all followed the steady ascent of the gifts of the Mother Tree, but he never expected that there would be such a maverick who forged a path of wizardry that stripped away the blessings.

He gently closed the old book, his gaze lingering on the portrait of "Grin Onida" on the cover.

The other person was dressed simply, but upon first meeting him, no one would notice his appearance. Instead, they would be captivated by his deep gaze, those calm eyes that seemed to have already seen through everything.

Hughes stared at the portrait of Green, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to go to the Eternal Forest to see the oak tree that Green had leaned against in the end.

Perhaps there, he could decipher the secret treasure hidden in the eyes of this uncrowned apostle as he gazed at the starry sky—a treasure far more expansive than the laws of planes.

"There will definitely be an opportunity, there will be..."

Hughes put the book into his personal storage bag. Perhaps one day, he would really take this book with him and step into the sacred land of the elves—the Eternal Forest.

As time goes by, the highly anticipated Five Crown Trial is only a few days away.

Everyone began to plan their rise to fame in earnest, preparing their final trump card. Even the extreme apprentices who had been training outside had all returned.

The Everfrost Spire was bustling with unprecedented activity.

Compared to the other apprentices, Hughes was relatively idle.

Through several adventures over the years, coupled with tireless research day and night, Hughes had already prepared all the necessary methods for the trial.

It's just a pity that he's still a little way from becoming a top-tier apprentice, and that distance is the most crucial step.

So now, Hughes' remaining time is simply to hone his existing skills to a higher level.

"Huff...huff...perhaps...I could have a staff custom-made?"

Inside the private practice room, Hughes once again made a mess of the entire space. He stared at the puppet remains scattered on the floor and at his fingertips, which still retained elemental fluctuations, and muttered something under his breath.

Although Frost Grip cannot be stacked with other magical artifacts, not all staves have amplification functions.

Staffs that can store magic might come in very handy at a crucial moment.

Although he possessed the "Hundred Structures - Extreme Freezing Annihilation" technique, the reason he was able to use it so recklessly last time was also closely related to the location.

He had Nora lure the enemy to the Ice Ridge Mountains because only in this icy land could his freezing power be unleashed to its fullest potential.

The Five-Crown Trial is unknown not only in terms of its objectives but also in its location, which will only be revealed an hour before the trial begins.

Hughes was unsure whether the location or the events of this year's Five-Crown Trial would truly be to his advantage.

As it happened, he had heard Nora mention that a blacksmith had returned to the academy a few days earlier, and that he was a craftsman who made custom-made witchcraft tools for his apprentices.

The other party opened their business just as the Five Crown Trials were about to begin, hoping to make a fortune.

I heard that countless apprentices have come to visit, but they have all been deterred by the exorbitant price.

But speaking of magic stones?

Hughes couldn't help but think of the several dusty boxes piled with magic stones under his bed.