Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Late at night, at the apartment of the Jiangzhou City Supernatural Abilities Management Bureau.

Wei Song stood in front of the French windows, clutching the bunch of brass keys in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and found his mother's call history.

He took a deep breath and pressed the dial button.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

After a long pause, just as he was about to hang up, the call was answered.

"Feed... Komatsu?"

His voice was hoarse, filled with exhaustion, and there was the clanging of pots and pans; he was probably still washing dishes.

Wei Song's throat bobbed. "Mom, it's me."

"Why aren't you asleep yet? Do you...do you have enough money?"

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Jingfeng's voice immediately became urgent, and she vaguely guessed her son's predicament.

"I'll transfer 2000 yuan to you later, keep it for emergencies."

"Don't rush into finding a job, take your time. If all else fails, go back to Xiongshi County for a while. Although my family is there..."

She paused for a moment, then lowered her voice.

"It's not as good as in the city, but at least we won't go hungry."

Wei Song's eyelids were slightly closed, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"No need, Mom."

The other end of the phone went quiet, with only the sound of running water remaining.

"I found a good job in Jiangzhou. The job is stable and the pay is good."

"My workplace allocated me an apartment, a two-bedroom, one-living-room unit, in the city center. You, Dad, and your brother, can move in tomorrow."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, with only Zheng Jingfeng's slightly rapid breathing being heard.

"Really...really?" Zheng Jingfeng's voice trembled.

"Xiaosong, tell Mom the truth, did you...did you find something...?"

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear: she was afraid her youngest son would go astray and do dangerous things for money.

This second son, though of average talent, was very down-to-earth and never lied or boasted.

"Mom, it's true."

Wei Song spoke calmly, trying his best to make every word seem believable.

"It's a legitimate company, we have a contract, and we offer the five social insurances and one housing fund."

"The apartment was allocated by my work unit, so there's no rent, and it's fully furnished."

The address is Room 302, Building 7, Anning Community, Dongcheng District.

He paused, then added, "Come over tomorrow, I'll pick you up at the station."

There was another silence on the other end of the phone, followed by suppressed sobs.

The sound was very soft, as if someone had covered their mouth tightly with their hand.

On the other end of the phone, Dad Weitang's voice rang out.

"Jingfeng? What happened? Did something happen to Xiaosong?"

Zheng Jingfeng didn't answer, he just cried.

The crying became increasingly uncontrollable, turning from suppressed sobs into wailing.

It's like releasing all the pent-up grievances, worries, and even despair that have been building up over the years at once.

Wei Song held his phone, listening to the crying, and touched the warm spot on his chest, which was slightly burning.

"Mom, this is good news, don't cry."

On the other end of the phone, Zheng Jingfeng sniffed hard, his voice broken and intermittent.

"Okay...okay...Mom, don't cry, Mom is just happy..."

"But... but if we all move there, won't it affect your work?"

"Won't your boss have any objections? Won't they think you have a family to support...?"

"No, it won't happen," Wei Song reassured softly.

"Our company has a preferential policy for family members; it's a regulation. When you and Dad come, you'll have priority access to medical care and treatment."

"My brother's leg... can also be fitted with the best prosthetics."

The crying stopped on the other end of the phone.

Instead, there was another hurried commotion as Dad Weitang snatched the phone.

"Komatsu..."

Wei Tang's voice was rough, hoarse from years of hard work.

"Tell Dad honestly, is this job... dangerous?"

Wei Song sensed the tension on the other end of the phone and recalled that face from his memory.

He was in his early fifties, and most of his hair was already gray.

"It's not dangerous at all, and there's no need to work overtime," Wei Song reassured his father.

"It's just sitting in the office, processing some documents, and occasionally going out on fieldwork to earn some extra money."

"We have weekends off and overtime pay is provided."

He didn't think the job was dangerous and didn't believe it was a lie.

On the other end of the phone, Director Wei breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That's good...that's good..."

He repeated it, his voice choked with emotion.

"Your mom just mentioned allocating apartments, and I thought... I thought you..."

"Dad, don't you know me?"

Wei Song repeated it again.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow. Just bring what you need, and don't worry about anything else."

"These houses have everything."

Wei Tang responded with "uh-huhs," his voice growing increasingly muffled.

Zheng Jingfeng answered the phone again.

"Xiaosong, so... so where are you staying now? Have you eaten? Do you have enough clothes to wear?"

"It's getting cold, I knitted you a sweater, I was thinking of sending it to you..."

She started rambling again, and Wei Song listened quietly without interrupting.

Outside the window, the night was deep.

The city lights reflected on the glass, like a silent river flowing quietly.

The next afternoon, at Jiangzhou High-Speed ​​Railway Station.

Wei Song stood at the exit, watching the flow of people pour out, and soon spotted them.

Mother Zheng Jingfeng walked at the front, carrying a faded woven bag in her hand.

The bag was heavy, and she carried it sideways, walking very slowly.

She was wearing a faded floral shirt with frayed cuffs.

Her hair was neatly styled and tied back.

She looked up, her eyes frantically searching through the crowd, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Wei Song.

"Osomatsu!"

She called out, her voice filled with surprise, but quickly swallowed it back.

I quickened my pace and walked over, the woven bags making a rustling sound as I dragged them on the ground.

Dad Weitang followed behind in a wheelchair. The wheelchair was old-fashioned, and the metal armrests were already rusty.

"Dad, Mom, and brother, are you all doing alright on the road?"

The older brother, Wei Bai, sat in a wheelchair, his face pale, his eyes sunken, and a newly changed blanket covered his legs.

He saw Wei Song, his lips moved, but he only managed to utter a few words.

"Okay...anything is fine!"

The stagnant melancholy in the depths of his eyes faded considerably overnight.

Wei Song went up to her and took the woven bag from his mother's hand.

It's very heavy, like it's filled with a bag of stones.

"Mom, didn't we say to travel light? What's all this stuff in here?"

Zheng Jingfeng wiped his sweat and smiled.

"These are all useful things, pots and pans, and some old household items... Things are expensive in the city, so every little bit saved counts."

Wei Song didn't say anything more, picked up the bag, and put his other hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"Dad, let me push it."

Wei Tang released his hand, stepped aside, and looked at Wei Song with a complicated expression.

There was relief, worry, and a hint of... indescribable unfamiliarity.

My son seems to have changed.

Although her appearance hasn't changed, her temperament is different.

He stood straighter, his gaze more steady, and he possessed an indescribable strength.

"Let's go, the car is outside."

Wei Song pushed the wheelchair toward the parking lot, with Zheng Jingfeng following beside him, constantly looking him up and down.

"You've lost weight again. Have you been eating poorly?"

"Your face is a bit pale, but the city sun doesn't beat that badly..."

Wei Tang walked silently at the back, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the station.

Those well-dressed city dwellers, those travelers carrying suitcases.

He subconsciously shrugged his shoulders and pulled his faded coat tighter around himself.

After exiting the station, we were next to the car sent by the Weisong Management Office.

The driver quickly got out and helped put the wheelchair and luggage into the trunk.

"Let's go." The car drove towards Anning Residential Area.

On the way, Zheng Jingfeng kept leaning against the car window, watching the streets rushing by outside.

High-rise buildings, shopping malls, green belts, and students in school uniforms.

Her eyes were wide open, like a country child visiting the city for the first time.

"This building is really tall...it must be at least thirty stories high, right?"

"The road is so clean, you can't even see a single fallen leaf..."

She muttered to herself, her voice full of curiosity.

Wei Tang sat in the back in silence, only occasionally glancing furtively at Wei Song in the passenger seat.

Looking at her son's calm profile, and at the dark gray coat he was wearing that looked expensive.

The car stopped at the entrance of Anning Community, and the luggage and wheelchair were unloaded.

The security guard, a middle-aged man in uniform, immediately saluted when he saw the silver badge on Wei Song's chest.

"Hello Mr. Wei, welcome to your family."

"Okay." Wei Song nodded and pushed the wheelchair inside.

Zheng Jingfeng and Wei Tang followed behind him, looking at the environment in the community.

A flat lawn, neatly trimmed shrubs, a clean stone path, and a beige seven-story building in the distance.

"This...this is really the house allocated to you?"

Zheng Jingfeng's voice trembled.

"Yes, the house is building seven, unit 302. Remember that. We have all your favorite fantasy novel genres. Welcome to visit..."

Wei Song walked into the building, pressed the elevator button, and the elevator door slid open, revealing a bright mirrored interior.

The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor. Wei Song took out his key and opened the door to 302.

"Mom and Dad, come in." He turned to the side.

Zheng Jingfeng was the first to walk in. Standing in the entryway, she was stunned.

The living room is spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows leading to the balcony, where sunlight streams in and shines on the smooth floor tiles.

The sofa, coffee table, TV stand, dining table and chairs are all new, with a simple style but excellent quality.

Decorative paintings hang on the walls, and green plants are placed in the corner.

There was also a faint, fresh scent in the air.

Unlike their old houses in Xiongshi County, which are always filled with the smell of mildew and cooking fumes.

"This...this is really our home?"

She turned around, looked at Wei Song, and her eyes reddened again.

Wei Tang pushed Wei Bai in and stood there, opening his mouth as if to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked.

He simply raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

Wei Bai sat in his wheelchair, his gaze slowly sweeping across the living room.

It swept across the clean windows, across the soft sofa, and across the sycamore tree swaying in the wind outside the window.

He lowered his head and stroked the rusty wheelchair, feeling out of place in this new home.

Wei Song walked behind him and pushed the wheelchair inside.

"Brother, your room is this way."

He pushed open the door to the second bedroom. The room wasn't big, but it was well-lit.

A single bed, a wardrobe, a desk facing the window, with a view of the lawn below.

Wei Bai slid his wheelchair to the window.

The sunlight shone on his pale face, casting a faint golden hue.

He stared at it for a long time, then his lips twitched upwards, revealing a stiff, long-lost smile.

The gloom in my eyes seemed to have been somewhat dispelled by the wind outside the window.

A month later.

Jiangzhou City Supernatural Abilities Management Bureau, Mission Handover Center.

Lin Wei sat behind her desk, looking at the task report in her hand.

"Two bounty missions were launched to wipe out three cult hideouts."

"One Level 2 Aberrant, two Level 2 Deacons, and twenty-seven ordinary cultists were killed. Nine trapped individuals were rescued."

She looked up at Wei Song standing in front of the table, her eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

She pushed a transparent crystal box towards her.

Inside the box lay three golden crystals, each the size of a fingernail, their surfaces shimmering with a faint glow, just as before.

Wei Song took the box, which was warm to the touch.

"In addition, this is the mission allowance and bonus." Lin Wei handed over another bank card.

"A total of 127,000."

Wei Song took the card, his fingertips tracing its cold surface.

One hundred and twenty-seven thousand was a huge sum of money in the original owner's memory.

It's enough for a down payment on a small house in Xiongshi County, and enough for my brother to get the best prosthetic leg.

"By the way, have you checked your progress in your superpower?" Lin Wei asked.

"I've been quite busy lately, so not yet."

"Let's test it now." She stood up and walked to the energy peak meter in the corner.

Wei Song walked over and placed his palm on the crystal plate. Orange-red light exploded and spread along the rune patterns.

The instrument hummed, and the display screen flickered.

[Energy peak detection in progress...]

[Test Completed]

[Current Energy Level: Mid-Awakening]

Energy stability: Extremely high

[Awakening Progress Assessment: 36%]

The data is frozen in time.

Lin Wei stared at the screen, her pupils slightly contracting. "In one month, from 10% to 36%..."

She turned to look at Wei Song, "You absorbed other source crystals too?"

"No, maybe my body digests things more thoroughly."

Wei Song made up a plausible excuse to get away with it.

Few in this world can match his understanding of the origins of the world.

Lin Wei was silent for a few seconds, then nodded. "A-level potential, indeed different."

She walked back to her desk and sat down again.

"By the way, those questions you asked before, about cults..."

She opened a file and pushed it in front of Wei Song, saying, "Take a look for yourself."

Wei Song took the file; the paper was filled with dense records and a few blurry photos.

The photo shows cult members wearing different styles of black robes.

Some of them have twisted tree-shaped patterns embroidered on their chests; this is the Longevity Cult.

Some of them had dark purple markings painted on their faces, a characteristic of the children of the abyss.

Others carried burning flags with a broken eye drawn on them... the World Destroyer Society.

"The End Cult is just one of them," Lin Wei said, her voice filled with hatred.

"Behind these cults, there is the shadow of the other side of the world."

"Core members of the cult will receive a unique 'gift'... the power of mutation."

"The body is mutated and the mind is twisted, but the combat power will increase dramatically."

Her eyes were serious.

"The difficulty of eradicating the cult is related to how far the city is from the rift. The closer the city is to the rift, the more rampant the cult activities are and the more mutants there are."

"Jiangzhou is relatively better off; Shenfeng City to the north is close to a level four fissure..."

Wei Song knew that it was the front line, where superhumans died every day.

Wei Song closed the file and returned it to her.

"Those grandmasters and legends, they also reached that level by using source crystals?"

Lin Wei shook her head. "Source Crystals are the foundation."

"The higher the realm, the more one needs not only source crystals, but also a profound understanding of one's own superpowers."

She pointed to her head.

"From Grandmaster to Legend, 99% of people are stuck because they can't understand it, they just can't understand it."

"No matter how many source crystals you have, it won't make a difference."

Wei Song seemed to be deep in thought, "The appearance is superpower... but it's actually the rules."

Lin Wei glanced at him. "You've improved very quickly; you've already reached the mid-stage of awakening."

"Let's lay a solid foundation first, and don't rush into improving our abilities."

Wei Song nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He put away the crystal box and bank cards, then turned and left.

The Wizarding World.

No. 7 Wisteria Lane, 200 meters underground.

Ian sat cross-legged before the Abyss Altar, his eyes slightly closed.

Deep within my consciousness, the panel floated silently.

Through the enhanced connection between the two realms, Wei Song's memory images surged forth like a tide.

The moment Wei Song touched the source crystal, the image suddenly became clear.

The golden crystal glowed faintly inside the transparent box, its internal energy surging like a tide, emanating an aura of origin.

Ian suddenly opened his eyes, and deep within his pupils, a silver nebula spun wildly, its speed increasing rapidly.

"The origin of the world..."

He muttered to himself, his face showing disbelief and shock.

"It's actually possible to produce a stable output in this way?"

He stood up and paced back and forth in the stone chamber, his mind racing.

The origin of a world is the foundation upon which everything is built, the sum of all rules, and the source of existence.

In the wizarding world, one seeks a wisp of the world's essence.

"Either conquer a world and forcibly extract its resources, or receive a voluntary gift from the world's will."

Either way, it's incredibly difficult.

Why is it so difficult to become a Level 4 Morning Star Wizard?

Isn't it because they can't find enough of the world's origin to condense the seed of rules?

"And now... in the Xuanhuang World, this supreme treasure is actually called 'Source Crystal'."

It's possible to reliably obtain resources by eradicating cults and purifying rifts!

Ian stopped and looked up at the dark vortex in the center of the altar.

The vortex spun slowly, emanating the twisted aura unique to the abyss.

But in his eyes, there was only the blazing light.

"The seeds of rules... need to be redesigned."

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his spiritual sea, where three celestial orbits slowly rotated.

Innermost circle, silver-gray, gravity, progress 32%.

The center circle is light gold, indicating purification progress at 18%.

The outermost ring is transparent, showing time and progress as 5%.

These were the three rules he originally intended to use to condense the Seed of Rules.

But now, there's one more thing.

Projection Wei Song's superpower: thermal energy control.

Its deeper level of rules is on par with "time".

Even...possibly even higher.

Because thermal energy is one of the fundamental driving forces that constitute the material world.

Stars burn, the Earth's core boils, life metabolizes... the source of all activity is the conversion of thermal energy.

Ian closed his eyes and began to deduce the possibilities in his mind.

Countless pieces of knowledge from the wizarding world, the science of my past life, and the rule information displayed on the panel...

Even some knowledge about the abyss world has surfaced.

"The rules I previously envisioned were still too narrow!"

Now, with the rich rules of Xuanhuang Star as a driving force, we await the completion of data collection on the panel.

I will forge a path of evolution completely different from that of other wizards.