Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The world is now at peace, the smoke of war has cleared, and all that remains is to rebuild from the ruins.

For the members of the Tree of Order, the Wizarding Continent, a land steeped in history, is the most resource-rich place they have ever seen in their lives.

The only difficulty is that there are too few people and too many resources.

To revitalize the entire continent would be like a drop in the ocean.

This is precisely why rapid development became inevitable. Everyone performed their duties, working day and night, cultivating wasteland, repairing fortresses, and sorting out energy channels. The whole world was like a precision machine that had been forcibly started, racing towards a golden age under the shade of trees.

Luo Kunlun integrated most of the world's resources, from the bloodline secrets of second-ring powerhouses to alchemical diagrams and witchcraft models.

He acquired all valuable extraordinary knowledge and material reserves.

He coordinated these resources to build a comprehensive treasure trove of knowledge, opening it to all beings willing to conform to the new order.

Whether they are apprentices eager to study witchcraft or mortals wanting to explore the mysteries of energy, they can freely access the supreme secrets that were once monopolized by powerful wizards.

At the same time, practices common in the old wizarding world, such as flesh modification and live experiments, are strictly prohibited, and anyone who dares to violate them will be punished with death.

For the vast majority of ordinary people in the world, Lokunlun launched a groundbreaking revolution.

We must show humanistic care for the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled. A civilization should not abandon the individual.

The law of the jungle is the truth of nature, but the truth of civilization is definitely not this.

The old wizarding world wasn't really a civilization; at best, it was just a primitive tribe that possessed great power.

In the old wizards' understanding, only those extraordinary beings who mastered the source matter were considered "human," while mortals were nothing more than talking livestock.

No, if we have to be precise, only formal wizards are qualified to be called human beings; those below them are nothing more than livestock and the hunting dogs that guard them.

For countless years, the entire wizarding world has been like this.

The core area of ​​the wizard camp is rich, but it has little to do with the outer areas.

The people in the inner core area lived in extreme luxury, while the residents in the outer area often went hungry and poorly clothed, no matter how hard they worked.

"Behind the red gates, meat and wine go to waste; on the road, frozen corpses lie"—this best summarizes the entire Wizarding Continent.

The extraordinary are everything, because they possess the greatest power.

The outcome of a war has almost nothing to do with the will and struggle of the lower classes, but only with the victory or defeat of the top classes.

A single powerful individual is equivalent to hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of ordinary people.

It can level mountains and turn forests into scorched earth; this is an astonishing power.

Whether in destruction or creation.

However, very few powerful individuals create or produce anything, especially since they do so only for themselves.

Those with talent are separated from ordinary people, becoming two completely different classes. Those who are born with talent and can open their spiritual sea through meditation are the superior people.

Everything is determined at birth.

Below them, they are worse than pigs and dogs, serving as slaves and servants.

Resist? Impossible.

How many people would it take for a highly skilled apprentice to slaughter an entire city with a population of over one million?

What extraordinary individuals can do, ordinary people cannot.

What mortals can do, extraordinary people can do even better and faster.

The deep-rooted divisions that have persisted for thousands of years have filled ordinary people with a sense of inferiority towards the extraordinary.

Numbness, emptiness, and lack of ambition.

They deeply believe that extraordinary beings are more valuable than themselves, while ordinary people are nothing more than domesticated livestock. Their greatest hope for survival is that the next generation will produce a gifted individual, allowing them to rise above the rest and join the elite.

And all of this is taken for granted, which is the most terrifying and desperate thing.

Therefore, Lokunlun nearly wiped out the old wizarding world.

He was not a legitimate wizard. As a self-taught wizard, he had not experienced the struggles and explorations of an apprenticeship, nor had he tasted the life-or-death struggles of becoming a full-fledged wizard.

This is why Luo Kunlun scoffs at the idea of ​​transcendence.

They were blinded by overwhelming power, long lifespans, and narrow-mindedness, ignoring the potential of civilization.

Although the world is flat and the sky is round, there are still physical rules such as electromagnetic force.

In the first generation, the time from the First Industrial Revolution to the Information Age was only about two hundred years.

Two hundred years is not a long time for the extraordinary; the wizarding world has a history of nearly 100,000 years.

One hundred thousand years, what a long time.

However, the unparalleled powerhouses of the Middle Ages would still be dominant figures in the present day.

This is equivalent to digging up a super weapon from an ancient tomb that could dominate the modern world.

That's ridiculous.

In terms of technology, we would have been standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun a hundred thousand years ago!

Luo Kunlun didn't want to compare the fantasy side or the technology side, nor could he make a comparison.

However, as things stand, the wizarding community in this world has fallen behind, and Dores believes that one day, even magic will disappear completely.

Living in such a world, Luo Kunlun felt like he couldn't even breathe properly.

Change is imminent.

We must abolish and eliminate the absurd beliefs of the past.

To spread knowledge and popularize education, enabling ordinary people, who make up the largest group in the world, to learn how to change the world.

As life expectancy continues to rise and birth rate increases significantly, countless talents will emerge on this land, whether they are pioneers in extraordinary fields or inventors in the field of science and technology.

This is one of the things Luo Kunlun is doing now: completely changing the world that used to make it hard for him to even breathe.

In his second life in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, he was just an ordinary person struggling to survive, powerless to change anything.

Now, he wields world-destroying power, and he can do whatever he wants.

Nothing beats doing whatever you want.

However, one thing remained constantly on Luo Kunlun's mind, refusing to leave.

That is the foundation of the wizard's power—source matter.

In the past, Luo Kunlun had deduced that the source substance was a combination of an individual's spiritual power and a certain special element.

He already had a very profound understanding of the operating logic of mental power, but the so-called "special element" was shrouded in a fog, and even with his current computing power, he could not see through it at all.

He wasn't the only one with this question.

Lokunlun conquered many forbidden areas, such as the Dark Tree Sea, and read through all the records left by ancient wizards and even the descendants.

They all attempted to study and unravel the mysteries of the Source, but ultimately only left behind vague conjectures. The most widely circulated statement is: "The Source is the outflow of divinity."

"Divinity... is too mysterious. Judging from this, it's impossible to mass-produce artificially gifted individuals."

"But it's alright." Luo Kunlun quickly relaxed, waving his hand. "The development of civilization is a process of continuous trial and error. The maturation of an extraordinary system always requires a long time to deduce and improve."

What he wanted to do was never to create a perfect system out of thin air, but to guide the world in the right direction and ensure that the wheels of civilization always rolled toward the light.

This path is destined to be difficult.

It's always harder to get better than to get worse. Moreover, Luo Kunlun's vision has never been limited to this small wizarding continent. His journey takes him across the vast heavens, and he's destined not to linger here.

After he's gone, where will this world go?

Perhaps thousands of years from now, we will regress due to the struggle for power, or perhaps we will fall into chaos again due to the struggle between people.

But it's better than doing nothing.

And just like that, eight years passed in the blink of an eye.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples it creates silently reshape the entire world.

The ruins of the past have long since vanished, replaced by well-planned towns, crisscrossing fields, and various alchemical machines that gleam in the sunlight, inscribed with basic runes and energy pathways.

A new product born from the combination of mechanics and metallurgy.

The former meat and blood factory of the camp is no longer filled with the remnants of bloodshed and despair; it has been renovated and transformed into schools of all sizes.

The knowledge base established by Lokunlun was not lofty and unattainable; it was spread throughout various settlements through a crystal network that combined alchemy with basic energy conduction techniques.

Anyone who can read can borrow the most basic knowledge after a simple registration.

Of course, openness does not mean excess.

Knowledge involving high-risk energy manipulation, large-scale destructive spells, and forbidden areas of the soul remains strictly controlled and subject to tiered authorization.

The red line is exceptionally clear: it is strictly forbidden to use people as experimental materials or consumables in any form.

Those who violate the rules, regardless of their status or strength, will be judged by the "Arbitration Tribunal" directly under the Tree of Order.

Over the past eight years, several former wizards and opportunists, clinging to wishful thinking, have cemented this ironclad rule deep into people's hearts through their annihilation.

The world of mortals has undergone even more dramatic changes.

Compulsory basic education and skills training cover all eligible individuals and adults who are willing to learn.

"Talent" is no longer the sole measure of value. A farmer who can improve crop seeds, a craftsman who can design more efficient waterwheels, and a doctor who can summarize new methods for diagnosing and treating diseases can gain no less than an apprentice.

Social structures are being slowly but steadily restructured.

The old model has been broken, replaced by guilds, academies, and research institutes bound by ability, contribution, and a spirit of contract. Money and contribution points go hand in hand, with the latter being able to be exchanged for advanced opportunities involving extraordinary knowledge.

Basic social security systems such as medical care, elderly care, and disability compensation have been established in major towns. Although rudimentary, they signify a new set of values ​​and the emergence of something that should have been there: empathy.

The most significant change is in people's eyes.

Numbness and emptiness melt away like ice and snow, replaced by busyness, contemplation, the occasional glimmer of a thirst for knowledge, and something called "hope" that is hidden deep in the eyes and gradually growing.

They started talking about the harvest, technological improvements, their children's talents, and even privately discussing the fairness of a certain arbitration case.

Despite the continued awe of supernatural powers, the deep-seated sense of inferiority, the feeling of seeing oneself as livestock, is being replaced by a simple pride that says, "I may not be able to become a wizard, but I can build my home."

The wheels of civilization began to roll faster on the tracks paved by Lokunlun with absolute force.

And Luo Kunlun's work has come to a temporary end.

Electromagnetic force, strong interaction force, and weak interaction force—these three fundamental physical laws have been integrated into a complete "three-force unity" model through his quantum computing power.

At the same time, relying on the continuous energy supply from the fusion within his body, Luo Kunlun's mental power is increasing at an alarming rate.

Four years ago, his mental strength had already broken through the shackles of the middle position of the second ring, far exceeding the second ring of that year.

Based on this growth rate, in another thirty years, he will be able to steadily reach the peak of the second ring and begin his attempt to break through to the legendary third ring realm.

In less than a century, he rose from the initial stage of the second ring to the peak. Such a speed of cultivation is unprecedented in the 100,000-year history of the wizarding world.

Meanwhile, the biological processing units that make up his body are also devouring matter and multiplying to strengthen themselves.

He also disassembled and recombined gene fragments obtained from Tide Dragonborn and various extraordinary creatures, integrating them deep into his cells.

Now, even the slightest relaxation of his control over his body is enough to trigger a disaster.

Bloodline, battle body, spiritual body... all these systems, in essence, are simply the transformation and sublimation of humanity itself, gradually transforming oneself into another, more powerful, and higher-level being.

Systems may differ greatly, but the essence of power is the same.

As he pondered, Luo Kunlun looked up at the sky. In the glowing red-gold light of the burning solar energy body, the phantom of the phoenix became increasingly clear.

"Eight years have passed," Luo Kunlun murmured, his fingertips tracing across the void, recalling all the data about the phoenix from the winged serpent's memories. "According to the records of the Tide Clan, the phoenix in the sun will hatch and leave this world in at most ninety years."

The winged serpent's memory holds many secrets about this ancient creature.

After the phoenix is ​​born, it will tear apart the world barrier, fly to the astral plane, and build its nest and reproduce among the real stars.

In the minds of second-ring powerhouses like Skylar and Yeken, the Astral Realm is a transcendent paradise.

According to the incomplete descriptions in the Wizarding History, the Astral Plane exists as the boundless universe. Each star is an independent world.

The void outside the world cannot exist for long unless it is a third ring, while outside the planetary atmosphere, even a slightly stronger first ring can survive.

The starry sky is filled with energy particles that are hundreds of times more concentrated than those in the wizarding world.

Magic, in the end, is nothing more than a special kind of radiation, and in the astral plane, such radiation is omnipresent and inexhaustible.

The path to the Astral Plane, however, became an insurmountable barrier standing before all wizards. Skell spent seven hundred years and exhausted all his knowledge researching the Warp, only to be met with repeated failures.

And that phoenix about to be born must surely possess the means to reach the astral plane.

Beings of bloodline are born carrying the imprint of knowledge inherited from their ancestors. For the phoenix, a naturally born third-ring creature, traversing the astral plane is merely instinct.

"The phoenix is ​​not ferocious, but it is extremely proud."

"To follow it to the Astral Plane, one must possess sufficient power, enough to earn its approval, or rather, enough to make it dare not refuse."

"Moreover, the Astral Plane is known as a paradise for the extraordinary, and countless powerful beings must reside there. A third-ring strength... might be the pinnacle in the Wizarding World, but in the Astral Plane, even self-preservation would be a problem."

"I must use every means possible to become stronger!"

With that thought in mind, Luo Kunlun no longer hesitated. His figure transformed into a black streak of light and soon appeared in the main hall of the Old Bloodline Council's headquarters.

Eight years ago, he slaughtered them all, and now the place is overgrown with weeds. Only the stone door hidden behind the stone wall deep in the main hall still emits a chaotic light.

Luo Kunlun walked up to the stone gate.

Behind the door lies the spatial passage that Ye Ken once controlled, leading to a strange world he had once set foot in.

Yeken, the overlord of the Bloodline Council, once led his most elite sorcerers to invade that world, only to be completely wiped out. He himself was severely injured, and even his personality split.

Bloodline sorcerers use their spirit as a guide and their extraordinary bloodline as nourishment. Their spirit and bloodline are inherently intertwined, and if they are not careful, they may develop a second personality based on their bloodline.

The fact that Ye Ken met such an end is enough to prove how terrifying that world is.

According to Ye Ken's fragmented memories, the creature that sent him back was a bloodline with unfathomable strength.

It was a world entirely dominated by beings of bloodlines, where powerful beings were everywhere.

Luo Kunlun raised his hand, and with a deep rumble, the heavy stone door slowly opened, revealing a chaotic light rolling behind it.

A wild and untamed aura swept over us, carrying a primal and domineering pressure.

"Just to be on the safe side, let's send out a clone to scout ahead."

A portion of Luo Kunlun's body slowly separated, transforming into a fist-sized split that flew towards another world.

The clone, carrying a portion of Luo Kunlun's computing power and spiritual imprint, pierced into the chaotic light like a black streak of light.

Inside the chaotic light was a distorted spatial turbulence, with violent energy particles crashing against the surface of the clone like a tide, but all of them were blocked by a faint silver light screen.

This clone was condensed from Luo Kunlun's biological computing unit, and even if it is only a tiny part of it, it is enough to resist the erosion of spatial turbulence.

It weaved through the turbulent currents, and after an unknown amount of time, the chaos before its eyes suddenly dissipated, and a blinding white light pierced through the barrier of consciousness.

The next moment, the split body steadily stepped into that unfamiliar world.

A savage aura, a hundred times stronger than that of the Wizarding World, swept over us, as if a colossal beast, dormant for millennia, was coldly surveying the intruders.

This reveals the main theme of this world.

Following closely behind was the biting cold; large snowflakes, like goose feathers, danced in the air, turning the world into a vast expanse of white. The fierce wind scraped across the surface of the clone like a knife, but to no avail.

The clone hovered high in the sky, its computing power running at full speed, and invisible scanning waves spread out in all directions from it.

On the ground, the air was thick with the stench of blood and the roars of wild beasts. The earth was covered with thick snow, and occasionally, bare black rocks could be seen.

Below, in a coniferous forest, a hunting scene is being perceived by the split entity.

A creature resembling a Triceratops was crouching low, its three thick horns stained with dark red blood.

Its body gleamed with a cold, hard luster amidst the swirling snow, its barbed tail slapping the ground casually, snapping trees as thick as bowls in half.

At this moment, it is using its sharp teeth to tear and gnaw on the carcass of a wolf, which is about the size of a motorcycle.

The wolf's fur was dark purple, its limbs were thick, and its claws gleamed with a cold light. Even though it was dead, you could still see its ferocity in life.

But compared to the Triceratops, it was utterly insignificant.

Easily hunted down, its body was gnawed to pieces by the Triceratops, with white bone fragments exposed, and blood soaking the surrounding snow, creating a blinding red stain in the white world.

"The physical strength is far superior to that of a zero-ring advanced being, but it is still far from that of a first-ring being."

The clone did not act rashly, but hovered high in the sky, silently recording everything below.

Its scanning waves continued to spread, and soon captured more life signals.

What the split entity needs to do is to understand the situation of this world in order to facilitate the main entity.

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The howling wind whipped up heavy snow, almost freezing all life in the world.

Perhaps due to the severe cold, apart from the Triceratops that preyed on purple wolves, Luo Kunlun's clone did not detect many other active life signals in this vast coniferous forest.

Occasionally, one can only sense small rodents and insects huddled under the snow, their breaths faint. Although they are larger in size, they are not extraordinary.

And so, the clone lay dormant silently for three days.

On the morning of the third day, the wind and snow finally showed signs of abating. A faint ray of light broke through the sky, casting a pale white hue over the vast snowfield, while the clone passed through the last grove of trees covered with icicles.

"To the north, there are signs of life, and quite a few at that, 377 people."

"Let's go take a look."

......

A village surrounded by snow walls half a person high came into view.

Dozens of low-lying houses, built of rammed earth and topped with animal hides, nestled together in a haphazard arrangement. The snow on the roofs was several feet thick, and strings of frozen jerky hung from the eaves. Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys, quickly dissipating in the frigid air, and the faint sounds of whispers and the occasional cries of children could be heard from inside the houses.

These are traces of humankind.

No, it should be, a kind of humanoid creature in this world.

In the open space at the village entrance, several burly men wearing heavy animal skin coats were holding sharpened spears.

They were all around 1.9 meters tall, with the tallest being over 2 meters.

They have broad and thick bones, strong muscles, and all weigh over 200 pounds.

Although their language has not been fully deciphered, it is clear what they are talking about.

"We don't have many supplies left to get through the cold winter, so we have to go out of the village to collect more."

"The snow has stopped just in time."