Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

After Alyvia finished speaking, a brief silence fell over the potions room.

She lowered her head, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the rim of the teacup, which had gone completely cold.

"A 30% casualty rate..."

She repeated it in a low voice, her voice carrying an undeniable weariness.

"This isn't the first time I've heard this number. But this time... I checked the records for three whole months."

Ian didn't urge her, he just watched her quietly.

Alyssa looked up, her golden eyelashes trembling slightly in the light.

"Every time the Endless Sea Ruins open, at least three or four hundred wizards go in, and at most two hundred come out alive."

The vast majority were remnant wizards, with the occasional crystallized wizard also falling among them, and among those who died…”

She paused for a moment, as if she needed to muster up the courage to finish speaking.

"According to records, many of them died at the hands of their 'comrades'."

Ian's pupils contracted slightly.

"The spatial rules inside the ruins are distorted."

Elivia's voice grew softer as she slowly recounted the details of the ruins.

"Teleportation, folding, random splitting... teams can easily be dismantled, but when resources, legacies, and treasures are laid out before them..."

She didn't continue.

But Ian already understood.

Trust among wizards is already scarce.

In such a secluded and bizarrely governed environment, human greed and fear are amplified to an extreme degree.

"I still have so much to do."

Alyvia finally revealed the real reason, giving a bitter smile with a hint of struggle in her eyes.

"The research in the potion department has just entered a critical stage, and the tower master has assigned me several projects... I cannot take risks."

She looked at Ian, her deep blue eyes filled with complex emotions.

Do you think I'm a coward?

Ian shook his head.

"Everyone has their own reason for living," he said calmly.

Choosing to stay requires courage, and choosing to move forward also requires courage.

It's just that the direction of courage is different.

Alyssa paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

She stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the night view of the towering buildings.

"Hermann is leading the team this time," she said with her back to Ian.

"He is the most talented crystallization wizard in the potion department, and his spatial magic is also quite remarkable. He gained a lot of benefits after returning alive from the last ruins. You have worked with him before, so you should know his personality."

Ian recalled the old wizard with gray hair and a stern personality.

He had exchanged several batches of potion materials and Starshine Potions with Herman. The two had cooperated many times. They weren't particularly close, but they were fairly familiar with each other.

In the wizarding world, this level of "familiarity" is already rare.

"Besides you and Herman, there are six Level 1 Liquefaction Wizards in the team."

Alyssa turned around, her expression returning to its usual calm.

"They are all top-tier wizards among the first-level wizards of the Tower, with extremely strong personal wills and their own plans."

Hermann was able to lead the team because he was the strongest and most experienced, but he ended up in the ruins…”

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice even further.

"They went to the ruins not to 'complete the Tower mission,' but to find an opportunity to break through to level two."

Once a real opportunity arises, the so-called "teammate" relationship becomes as fragile as a sheet of paper.

Ian nodded. This was the norm in the wizarding world.

One month later, in the eastern part of the Endless Sea, on the outskirts of the Broken Islands.

The Shadowmoon cut through the gray-blue waves and slowly sailed into a sea area.

This is a wizard airship that is 100 meters long, with a silver-gray body and an array of runes depicting crescent moons and stars engraved on its hull.

The bow is sharp and streamlined, with six pairs of huge metal wing panels that shimmer with pale blue energy.

Those were traces of a combination of wind and space magic, allowing the ship to sail smoothly in the harsh environment of the Endless Sea.

On the deck, Ian leaned against the railing, the salty sea breeze hitting his face.

Looking ahead, dozens of islands of varying sizes form a ring of sea.

They have been sailing for a month.

Starting from the eastern coast of the continent of Anoria, they traversed the dangerous sea area known as the "Storm Corridor".

The place is shrouded in violent thunderstorms year-round, and the spatial turbulence is like an invisible knife, capable of tearing apart any intruder.

Thanks to its powerful protective array and Hermann's precise navigation, the Shadowmoon passed through that deadly sea area without incident.

The price was... dozens of deep scratches on both sides of the hull.

The third wing on the left side was severely damaged, and cracks also appeared in the secondary power core at the stern.

But we've finally arrived.

That's Dragonbone Harbor.

Hermann's voice sounded from behind.

Ian looked in the direction he was pointing.

In the center of the ring-shaped sea, on the largest island, stands a giant port.

Despite being called a "port," it's more like a three-dimensional city built on the edge of an island.

The main structure of the port is made of some kind of dark blue coral-like material, with pale golden runic light flowing across its surface.

Countless piers extend from the port in all directions, connecting dozens of wizard airships and alchemy ships of all sizes.

There were even several enormous marine creatures, which were the sea beasts that the tides had tamed as mounts.

Three enormous crystal balls, each over 100 meters in diameter, float above the port.

At the very center is a silver-white crystal ball engraved with a silver-white ring, which is the emblem of the Silver Ring.

One of them is deep blue with swirling wave patterns on its surface; it is the symbol of the Tide Society.

The other one is bluish-green, with wind and thunder intertwined inside, and is the mark of the Storm Palace.

The three crystal balls emitted gentle energy fluctuations, working together to maintain the defensive barrier above the port.

"The Silver Ring, the Tide Society, and the Storm Hall—the three families work together to maintain order in Dragonbone Harbor."

Herman walked over to Ian, his grey eyes sweeping across the harbor.

"At least within the port, no one dares to act openly."

He paused, then added, "Once we leave port, it's hard to say."

The Shadowmoon slowly approached an empty pier.

Beside the pier, several Tideguards dressed in dark blue scale armor nodded to them.

They have cheek-like structures behind their ears, and their movements have a fluidity unique to aquatic creatures.

As soon as the ship came to a stop, Herman turned to the people on the deck.

The six Level 1 Liquefaction Wizards had already prepared their equipment and were standing in different positions on the deck, at least ten meters apart from each other.

A typical wizard-style distance.

Hermann's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Gather at the Shadowmoon Teleportation Array in the center of the port at dawn three days later."

He glanced around, his gray eyes devoid of any emotion.

"Remember, this is the Broken Isles, not Shadowmoon Tower. Don't cause trouble, but don't be afraid of trouble either."

After speaking, he took the lead and walked off the pier. His dark blue robe fluttered slightly in the sea breeze, and he quickly disappeared into the crowd at the port.

The seven liquefaction wizards looked at each other, exchanged no words, and each chose a direction to leave.

Ian was the last to disembark.

On his shoulder, Gaga hunched his neck, his small eyes scanning the surroundings warily.

"Ian, there are so many powerful people here."

"Um."

Ian could clearly sense at least five powerful auras within the port.

The aura belongs to a level two crystallization wizard.

The number of first-level liquefaction wizards... has probably exceeded fifty.

This is just Dragonbone Harbor.

Throughout the Broken Isles, there are several gathering points like Dragonbone Harbor, in addition to those forces that have established camps directly on the outer edges of the sea...

The number of wizards gathered when the ruins open this time will probably exceed five hundred.

"Let's find a place to stay first."

Ian walked along the pier into the harbor.

The port was more bustling than he had imagined, with buildings of various styles lining the streets.

There are aquarium-style shops built with coral and seashells, alchemy workshops made of metal and crystals, and potion shops with herbs and bottles hanging on the walls.

There were even a few bizarre buildings constructed from living flesh and blood, exuding an abyssal aura.

The pedestrians were a diverse bunch.

Besides the most common human wizards, Ian also saw many other races.

The sea creatures of the Tide Society have light blue or dark green skin, cheeks behind their ears, and webbed fingers and toes.

Several elves dressed in robes woven from grass and leaves, with long, pointed ears, exuded a rich natural aura.

A group of abyssal hybrids, covered in dark red scales and with short horns on their foreheads, escorted a bald, muscular man over two meters tall as he walked past.

Crimson Royal Court.

Ian paused slightly in his steps.

The bald, burly man had a scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, like a centipede crawling across his face.

He was talking to his companion when he suddenly sensed something, and his blood-red eyes swept over them sharply.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Bazar's eyes made no attempt to conceal his murderous intent, and his lips moved silently, forming the shape of three words.

"You're dead."

Ian remained expressionless, continuing to walk forward as if he hadn't seen anything.

The feathers rustled slightly as it transmitted its voice through a soul connection.

"Ian, that person..."

"Bloodblade Bazar, a second-level crystallization wizard of the Crimson Court."

Ian said calmly, "When I was in the slumbering dungeon, I killed quite a few of their little brats."

"Will he make a move now?"

"No," Ian shook his head.

"This is Dragonbone Harbor, where the three families work together to maintain order. For a second-level wizard to take action is tantamount to provoking all three families simultaneously, especially the Silver Ring."

But he knew that Bazar would not give up easily.

Once you leave the port and enter the ruins, you are responsible for your own life and death.

After walking a few hundred meters more, Ian saw another group of people at the street corner.

They were all dressed in uniform grey-black robes, their entire bodies shrouded in the wide robes, even their faces hidden in the shadow of their hoods.

The one in the lead had two eerie green flames burning quietly beneath his hood.

The Withered Council, Silas the Deathspeaker.

Inside the dungeon, Ian killed Theodore and the entire Cursed Dead squad.

Silas Ghostfire turned toward Ian, paused for about three seconds, and then slowly moved away.

But that chilling, soul-cold killing intent was already clearly conveyed.

"Two level-two crystallization wizards..." Gaga muttered to herself.

"Ian, it seems we've... messed up quite a bit this time."

"It's not just 'seems'," Ian corrected, "it's true that we've offended quite a few people."

But so what?

His temperament had long been tempered and hardened, and his mere killing intent was like a gentle breeze.

But so what?

His temperament had long been tempered and hardened, and his mere killing intent was like a gentle breeze.

He continued walking forward, his eyes scanning the shops on both sides of the street, and selected a hotel that looked relatively clean.

The inn was built of some kind of pale yellow wood, was three stories high, and had a sign hanging at the entrance that read "House of Tranquility".

The shop owner was an old wizard with gray hair, dressed in a simple robe, sitting behind the counter looking through a thick ledger.

"A hotel?" The old wizard looked up and pushed up his monocle.

"Three days." Ian handed over several high-grade magic stones; the cost of going to the outer sea was extremely high.

The old wizard took the magic stone and retrieved a brass key from under the counter.

"The innermost room on the third floor is quiet and has a good view."

Ian took the key and headed for the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, he suddenly stopped.

A door at the end of the corridor opened, and a young witch wearing a long robe with silver and gold trim stepped out.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with skin so fair it was almost translucent. Her long golden hair was tied back with a silver ribbon, and she radiated a soft, pure aura of light.

Members of the Silver Ring.

The witch also saw Ian. She paused for a moment, then nodded politely and turned to go downstairs.

Ian watched her departing figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The Silver Ring... The strongest wizarding organization on the continent of Anoria.

Why would their members stay in such an ordinary hotel?

"Who cares?" Gaga patted his face with its wing.

"Let's rest first, I'm hungry."

Ian shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and went up to the third floor.

The room was indeed as quiet as the old wizard had said, with windows facing the sea outside the harbor, offering a wide view.

Ian put down his simple luggage and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the gray-blue sea stretched all the way to the horizon.

According to records, before the ruins were opened, a pale mist could be seen, which was called the "Pale Mist".

Only when the fog appears will the gates to the ruins truly open.

"Three more days..." Ian muttered to himself.

He turned and walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and began to meditate.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, those pale golden crystalline points of light slowly rotated, emitting a soft glow.

Although progress is slow, strength is accumulated little by little.

"We need to find opportunities within the ruins..."

After finishing his meditation, Ian opened his eyes and took out twelve improved Black Hole Potions from his dimensional ring.

A crystal ball the size of a walnut rolls in the palm of your hand, its three-layered energy vortex slowly rotating inside, a beauty that is deadly.

He checked all the different types of potions again, including recovery potions, enhancement potions, and scouting potions... a total of more than two hundred.

"That should be enough."

Ian put away the potion and looked out the window at the sea.

The Crimson Court, the Withered Council, the Silver Ring, and those forces lurking in the shadows...

"This site will be more dangerous than the slumbering underground palace."

The cuckoo perched on his shoulder, its little eyes gazing at the sea outside the window: "Ian, we'll come back alive, right?"

"Of course." Ian rubbed its little head.

"We've been preparing for so long, not just to come back alive."

He looked out the window, his gaze calm, yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

Three days later, at the Shadowmoon Garrison Teleportation Hall.

The silver-gray magic circle slowly rotated on the ground, emitting a humming sound that distorted space.

Seven first-level liquefaction wizards stood at the edge of the magic circle, all wearing dark blue robes with crescent moon and star emblems embroidered on their chests.

Their postures varied; some stood with their arms crossed against the wall, their sharp eyes scanning their surroundings.

Some people sat cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed, resting; others were talking quietly with their companions, their voices very low.

Herman stood in the center of the magic circle, looking at everyone.

"Everyone's here."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

His gaze swept over the other six team members, finally landing on Ian, where it lingered for about two seconds.

A flicker of surprise crossed Hermann's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"When entering the ruins, I will try my best to maintain the team's unity, but if we encounter situations such as spatial splitting or teleportation separation..."

He paused, his gray eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"Each person saves their own life, relies on their own abilities, finds opportunities, and gets what they need."

The only bottom line is: don't sabotage each other in the ruins. How you fight for it after you get out is your business.

No one spoke; some even had a slight smile on their lips. He showed an expression that said, "That's how it should be."

Hermann seemed quite pleased with the silence.

He raised his right hand, and a complex three-dimensional rune appeared in his palm.

"This is a 'space anchor point'," he explained.

"After entering the ruins, I will leave a temporary mark on everyone."

As long as we're on the same floor, the markings will faintly point in my direction. If we get separated and want to reunite, we can follow the senses to find each other.

He added, "Of course, it's up to you whether you use it or not."

Herman said no more and turned to the center of the magic circle.

"The flow of time within the ruins is one-tenth that of the outside world, but our perception of time is normal, and hunger and fatigue do not subside."

Everyone checked their dimensional bags or spatial rings again.

Ian also checked it again; it was enough for him and Gaga to eat for half a month with specially made high-energy food.

Herman raised his hands, and the light of the magic circle suddenly surged.

A silver-gray beam of light shot into the sky, completely engulfing the eight people and the bird.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over me, as if I had been thrown into a spinning wheel, and the light and shadows before my eyes spun, stretched, and shattered wildly...

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