Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

Thorn Islands, Black Soil Island, October 11th.

It hurts, it hurts.

The excruciating pain spread from my limbs and bones, especially in my chest, where it felt like countless steel needles were repeatedly piercing me, and I felt like I was about to explode.

Charlie's consciousness was as if it were sunk to the bottom of an icy sea. His mind was buzzing, as if he were being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer. His throat was so dry that he could hardly swallow.

"Am I... about to die?"

The vague thought had barely formed when he felt the hard but relatively clean bed beneath him, and the salty, fishy smell in the air.

Struggling to his feet, Charlie looked around.

This is a simple wooden hut with walls made of logs and a roof covered with dry grass. Fishing nets and gear are piled up in the corner, clearly indicating it is a fisherman's dwelling.

"Rescued by the fishermen on the island?" A sense of relief flashed through Charlie's mind; he was still alive.

But the next second, when he realized the injuries inside his body, his expression suddenly changed.

The original internal injuries showed signs of healing, and the energy erosion caused by the witchcraft had also disappeared.

"Someone treated me?" Charlie wasn't happy about it; instead, his expression changed.

Ordinary fishermen may have some basic knowledge of herbal medicine, but they could never heal those wounds. Only a shaman could do that.

Why would a strange wizard save me?

Thinking of this, Charlie felt a chill run down his spine.

Five years have passed since I left my hometown and boarded the ship to the Wizarding Continent.

He used to think that wizards were otherworldly beings who could command the wind and rain.

But as time went by, when he became an apprentice himself, he realized that it wasn't like that at all.

Wizards are actually magic stones, resources, talents, and social classes.

Class, the class of power.

Above wizards, there is a clear hierarchy. Below wizards, all are ants.

No matter what your status is among mortals, it's all irrelevant in the wizarding world.

In the wizarding world, everyone wants something from each other and no one will lend a helping hand to a stranger.

Unknown acts of kindness must have a purpose.

Charlie endured the pain and began to examine his entire body.

Fortunately, apart from his left hand, which he lost in a conflict two years ago, all his organs are intact and show no signs of being removed.

Even so, his unease did not diminish in the slightest.

Just then, the door of the wooden house was gently pushed open, and a middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a coarse cloth shirt, walked in.

The owner of this wooden house is Ur, an islander.

Seeing that Charlie was awake, Ul smiled憨厚ly and immediately turned to call out to the door, "He's awake! Quickly go to the wizard's tower and inform the island lord!"

The wizarding language of Ur had a strong local accent, but Charlie could hear the word "wizard" perfectly clearly.

There really is a wizard on this island, and the one who saved me is most likely the island's owner.

After shouting, Ur turned around, looked at the pale-faced Charlie, and said in broken wizarding language, "Well, you understand, right? The wizard will be coming to question you later. Answer honestly, don't try anything funny, understand?"

"A wizard...a formal wizard?" Charlie stammered.

"Of course!" Ur said proudly, as if he were talking about something remarkable.

A fully-fledged wizard!

These four words struck Charlie like a bolt from the blue, leaving him feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He was just an apprentice who hadn't even reached the intermediate level; in front of a formal wizard, he was no different from an ant.

.......

"Awake? That's perfect."

Upon hearing the report from his islanders, Lokunlun emerged from the wizard's tower.

Back in the slave quarters of the White Tower merchant ship, he unexpectedly discovered this familiar figure while scanning with his mental power.

Despite knowing the cruelty of the wizarding world, I never expected that five years later, the other party would be reduced to a slave, and I just happened to run into him.

Luo Kunlun didn't think much of it, just that he was a "familiar face", so he quietly had the slave traders send him over as an extra.

However, he also had some doubts. Silver Blood Academy was located in the heart of the Wizarding Continent, so how did Charlie appear in the southern part of the Abyss Sea?

While he was pondering, Luo Kunlun had already appeared outside the wooden house. He gestured for Ur and the others to step back, then pushed open the door and went inside.

Upon hearing the sound, Charlie quickly took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He looked up at the figure in the black wizard's robes standing in the doorway.

The other person was tall and straight, his face shrouded in a wizard's robe, but he exuded a chilling aura. Just by standing there, he gave people a sense of oppression like a mountain.

"Your Excellency the Island Lord, I, Charlie, extend my highest respect to you! Thank you for saving my life!" Charlie dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately lowered his head, his tone extremely respectful, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

Although he didn't know the other party's intentions, the fact that the other party had saved him meant that things hadn't reached the worst point yet.

Then, the island owner in front of them said, "Att boy, it's been five years, what happened to you?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, I look quite different now than I did five years ago, but you should still be able to tell something."

Upon hearing this, Charlie was suddenly stunned.

At? His own surname, and this voice...

"You, you are... Mr. Luo?!" Charlie's voice was filled with shock, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

He never imagined that this mysterious island owner was actually Mr. Luo from five years ago!

What shocked him even more was that Mr. Luo, who had no talent, had insisted on boarding the ship to the Wizarding Continent five years ago, and had now become a formal wizard!

Thinking about this, he felt a mix of emotions.

Back on the ship, many talented individuals would often talk about him when they gathered in private.

Many of them were mocking him, mocking a mere mortal for overestimating his abilities.

Even if I have some martial arts skills, so what? Without the talent of a wizard, I am destined to be just a mortal.

Charlie also attended a few parties. Although he didn't verbally agree, he couldn't help but feel superior, after all, he had talent while the other party didn't.

In retrospect, it was these people who were foolish.

Of the gifted individuals on the ship back then, how many are still alive today?

Mr. Law, who was ridiculed back then, has now become a formal wizard.

As for himself, he wasn't even a mid-level apprentice, and he almost lost his life.

"Alright, kid, make a long story short, how did you get here?"

"This is the southern part of the Abyss Sea. It's far from the Silver Blood Academy, and even further from the Wizarding Continent."

"I... I had an accident at the academy's overseas resource point, and I woke up here."