Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

During Karazhan and Roy's studies, they witnessed a new experiment by Soraya.

Intelligence tests on Algeria.

Before that, Soraya picked up the "delivery".

The metal delivery box fell out of the torn hole, as if someone had made a hole in space, stuffed the box in, and then the box eventually arrived here along the route.

Roy didn't understand the "delivery" industry in the wizarding world, and Soraya had no intention of explaining it to them in detail; she simply stroked the metal box.

Actually, it wasn't a caress. After a moment, the metal box seemed to verify her identity, emitting a mechanical "Identity verification successful, now open" sound, and then the four sides opened outwards.

The only authentication method Roy could think of was fingerprints.

He then used his True Sight to examine the metal box; perhaps this was the metal that suited him.

"Star Marrow Steel?" The name of this metal appeared in his eyes. There were several question marks in the composition column, indicating that it was an alloy. As for its core function, he could actually see it clearly.

Buffer: When encountering the gravitational pull of a space tunnel, it will automatically deploy a 0.3-micron energy shield to offset the impact.

What is that?

An alloy that can actually deploy an energy shield? Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?

Are all extraordinary metals this unique?

Roy looked at a heavy book on the bookshelf.

The answers to all your questions can be found in this book, "Metal Illustrated Guide".

Unlike the common metals mentioned in "Fundamentals of Physical Science", "Illustrated Guide to Metals" is clearly a book dedicated to introducing metals, including extraordinary metals.

This is one of his future courses.

After examining the outer "delivery box," Roy turned his attention to the goods inside.

It was a small tower.

The entire structure is made of light-colored glass, giving it a deep and translucent appearance.

Inside the tower, countless delicate light paths extend and flicker like nerves, resembling a working brain.

His expression gradually became serious.

—This is a product of the alchemy faction.

As expected, Soraya explained.

The technology in the wizarding world far exceeded Roy's imagination.

The precision of this tower is comparable to the experimental equipment in advanced laboratories of my previous life.

—This is a five-story magic tower that I specially commissioned from an alchemy wizard.

Soraya said with a proud tone.

—I drew the design drawings myself.

Roy glanced at Soraya in surprise, not expecting her to have such a skill, and then turned his attention back to the magic tower.

There was once a game called "Magic Tower" on Earth; yes, that's the strategy RPG game.

"Magic Tower" emphasizes strategic planning and resource management, and its puzzle-solving elements are also an indispensable part, making it a high-quality puzzle game.

The magic tower that Soraya commissioned also seems to be quite ingenious.

It can be said that although it is small, it has all the vital organs.

Some of the mechanisms involved were beyond his current understanding, but that didn't stop him from watching the experiment.

Soraya picked up the fur on Algier's back, and the white rat obediently let her do as she pleased, as if it were used to it. Its limp, arched body in mid-air exuded a languid air.

Generally speaking, the smarter a person is, the more ways they will think of to be lazy. From this perspective, perhaps Algiers already have human intelligence?

However, it's just a white mouse. Even if it has the intelligence of a human, it's at most three or four years old, right?

Karazhan had this idea before watching this test and experiment.

Roy, on the other hand, having a broader perspective (meaning he had read more fantasy novels), was somewhat looking forward to Algier's performance.

The white mouse was placed at the bottom of the magic tower. It crawled in through a small hole, its nose twitching slightly, but it couldn't smell any food.

In that instant, a hint of human-like color appeared in its pupils, as if it were showing its dissatisfaction.

Despite this, it still moved its body and crawled forward.

Food was a reward for victory, but for the intelligent Algiers, it was not a necessity; having it was better, but not having it wouldn't be a big deal.

Of course, the most important thing is that the woman behind it is staring at it with eager eyes. If it doesn't satisfy this woman's desire, it might lose its life, let alone food!

It still hasn't forgotten that day when it was just too lazy to move, its mind suddenly buzzed, as if it had been electrocuted, and it jumped up instantly, its body involuntarily dancing.

That feeling, it really felt like I was not far from death.

Since then, it has cooperated 100% with whatever tests the woman asks it to do, while appropriately maintaining its lazy nature.

Yes, Algiers is indeed a very lazy white mouse.

The premise is that there isn't a great demon behind it wielding a butcher's knife, ready to take its life.

……

They call me a lab rat, as if I'm no different from their caged brethren who only eat, drink, and reproduce. Foolish. From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew I was different. I am Algier, a wise man trapped in a furry shell.

How could I possibly be a white mouse? There must be some mistake, right?

Perhaps it was this witch in front of me who turned me from a knowledgeable scholar in the library into a rat?

Oh, that wretched witch.

But in order to be able to turn back someday, I have no choice but to temporarily obey her orders and do those experiments that insult my intelligence.

What? You're saying my intelligence is improving?

That might be the mouse's brain getting used to my vast knowledge base as a wise man.

I have a premonition that when I fully adapt, I will once again become that all-knowing sage. At that time, I will surely find a way to escape the witch's clutches.

Hmm... I think the previous tests were all too easy.

So when those hands put me into this so-called "magic tower," I didn't tremble like the other mice.

I looked around and smiled knowingly.

I just felt that this game was finally worthy of me.

First, I was greeted by two suspension bridges hanging over the abyss. One looked dilapidated, while the other was sturdy and spacious. However, in the middle of the sturdy suspension bridge, there lay a terrifying mechanical spider with compound eyes that glowed red.

If it were any other white rat, it would definitely be terrified of that thing and would be willing to gamble that the broken bridge wouldn't break.

But after a brief test, I realized that the dilapidated suspension bridge could not possibly support my weight.

Looking down into the abyss, one sees a steel jungle forged from metal, gleaming with an extremely cold light.

Hmm... This is the first time I've encountered a test that could be life-threatening.

To be honest, I was a little scared when I first saw it. But I immediately realized it was just a psychological trick.

I chose to take the spider's path. It must be either just a toy that flashes its eyes, or a peaceful species that doesn't attack unless provoked. Otherwise, why didn't it rush at me the moment it saw me?

I slowly moved closer to the spider, and as expected, it ignored me completely, though its eyes still shone with that meager light.

How pitiful.

In my wise eyes, this spider is surprisingly poorly made.

I forcefully pushed the spider down into the abyss, but instead of the sound of metal clashing, I heard the sound of something drying out.

I looked down and saw that the steel jungle was bent under the weight of the spiders.

What a joke, is even the threat fake?

This challenge tests my mental fortitude. As a wise man, I have seen it all. What could possibly move me?

No!

Just then, the door to the second floor opened.

The second level was a bit more interesting. A piece of decent quality cheese was being slowly conveyed towards the dark cave entrance ahead via a conveyor belt.

My first instinct was to chase. But my brain immediately gave the answer: the speed difference was negative. Too late.

Hmm... where did this cheese come from? I didn't smell anything just now...

Never mind, this cheese is too delicious, I just can't resist it.

Yes, even a wise man cannot resist a piece of fine cheese.

Even wise people need to eat to keep their minds active, and cheese is a good source of sugar.

The puzzle that follows clearly requires this piece of cheese to be solved.

My gaze fell on the red lever. A control lever.

I pulled the lever to the middle, and the conveyor belt stopped. Great, the cheese almost fell into that black hole.

An ordinary, clever mouse would rush to reach for the cheese at this point. But I am not one of them; I am the most intelligent of the wise.

If you try to get the cheese now, you might end up losing your life and falling into some unknown black hole.

After thinking for a moment, I came to the conclusion: since there is a "stop" function, why can't there be a "reverse" function? So I pressed down the lever again.

This time, the lever was pulled in a different direction than before, and with a low hum, the conveyor belt really started moving back.

When the cheese arrived in front of me, I immediately straightened the lever to stop the conveyor belt. The cheese came to a steady stop, emitting an enticing aroma.

Let me state upfront that I am a wise man, and therefore a tempting one.

I not only got the food, but I also cracked the operating logic of the device, so I should have passed the level perfectly.

After eating the cheese, come to the third layer.

Before me lay a short, dead-end alley, at the end of which stood a solid wall with a huge, ornate mirror embedded in it, its frame carved with incomprehensible patterns.

On the left side of the mirror, a bright red button stands out.

Pshaw, a classic double deception. First, they use a mirror to create the illusion that "this way is blocked," then they use a grand-sounding button to act as a guiding light. Clumsy, but enough to trap those mindless fools.

The great sage Algiers is not among them.

After thinking about it, I realized that pressing the button was the only option at that moment.

This should be part of the clearance process.

The mirror indeed rippled like water, reflecting a brightly lit and magnificent road, and a melodious and ethereal tune rang in my ears.

It seems to be saying, you did the right thing, the path is right behind this mirror.

But I simply don't believe it. If the answer were really that simple, then it wouldn't even qualify as a test.

I walked closer to the mirror, and my reflection followed suit, perfectly mirroring the image.

It seems this really is a mirror. So what about the road ahead?

Does this mean I should smash the mirror and take the other path?

I knew immediately that this was absolutely impossible.

It's certainly not the most correct solution.

The purpose of the experiment was to test my intelligence. Smashing the mirror was obviously irrelevant to the subject and could even harm me, the precious experimental subject.

Yes, though I hate to admit it, in the witch's eyes, I am indeed an experimental subject.

I suddenly understood.

This is an illusion, it's all an illusion.

There was nothing behind the mirror.

I carefully examined the wall. As my beard brushed against the wall to the right of the mirror, my ears caught something unusual. A very faint, mechanical sound came from behind the wall.

The sound was so faint, but I made full use of the rats' advantage: their ears! Their hearing was so sharp that I instantly realized something was wrong.

Without the slightest hesitation, I used all my strength to smash my head against the wall!

Click.

With a soft click, a door swung open, revealing the real passage behind it.

I haven't even hit it yet.

This convinced me that there was indeed a perfect way to pass through this tower, a method that would only test my intelligence and would prevent me from getting hurt.

Alright, the all-knowing sage chose to complete the game perfectly.

To demonstrate my wisdom.

Fourth floor.

A stone platform.

There was a bowl on the table, but it didn't contain cheese; instead, it contained bread.

To be honest, I'm quite interested in bread too.

Most importantly, based on previous tests, it seems that as long as you eat the food, you can open the door to the next floor.

Unfortunately, it couldn't reach the height of the stone platform.

Hmm, if I were in the body of a wise man right now...

Even this tower is packed!

The edge of the stone platform was connected to the ground by a cracked wooden board with a spider web-like pattern and splinters sticking out from the edge.

In addition, a small bowl of water was placed next to it.

Ha, an ordinary white mouse might think: just walk across the log bridge, climb the planks onto the stone platform, and eat the bread.

I wouldn't think that way.

This plank probably can't support my weight.

It's the same old routine as last time. Can't you come up with something new?

I tapped the wooden board with my paw and could still feel the wood's looseness.

really.

This is where my extraordinary wisdom comes into play again.

I picked up the water bowl, circled halfway around the wooden board, and slowly poured water along the cracks, letting the water seep in little by little.

Soon, the wood creaked softly and visibly swelled up.

I waited for a while, and when I felt it was about time, I stepped onto the wet wooden planks and walked over.

The bread was delicious, and after I ate it, the small door next to me opened.

I walked through the small door, rubbing my stomach, feeling resentful.

If food appears in the next level, I'm afraid I really won't be able to eat it.

Of course, it's fine to eat a little too much, but excessive food can impair a wise person's thinking.

I would never allow that to happen.

As I stepped onto the fifth floor, the sound of a mechanism being activated suddenly rang out.

I had learned numbers from Soraya, so when that huge piece of ground rose up, I was able to count the number of tiles on it.

9x9!

There are 81 floor tiles in total!

Some of the floor tiles have numbers marked on them, while others do not.

I'm glad it wasn't written language, because the wise soul is temporarily confined to this little white mouse's body, and I can't recognize many words yet.

But numbers are different.

At the same moment, a group of restless white rats suddenly appeared nearby and rushed towards the paving stones with great momentum.

similar?

No, they're just lab rats. Real lab rats.

Steel spikes rose from some of the floor tiles, piercing the bodies of the white rats, their white fur stained with bright blood, like a beautiful spider lily blooming.

Ultimately, not a single white mouse managed to cross the paving stones; they were all pierced by thorns along the way.

I looked at their corpses without feeling any pity, after all, they were just white mice of little value.

They are worlds apart from me.

The pungent smell of blood made my nose twitch.

I stared intently at the floor tiles.

This level is interesting.

……

Outside the tower, Roy and Karazhan were stunned as they watched Argia pass through layer after layer.

The first three levels can be explained by luck or animal instinct, but the fourth level is impossible if Algier did not have that knowledge, he would not have consciously done the act of sprinkling water on the wooden planks.

And it was even sprinkled all around the perimeter!

"This guy, is he really just a fusion of bloodlines, or was he originally a human?" Roy paused, then asked with difficulty.

—Algiers had seen information about this, though it was in the form of pictures.

Soraya explained.

—This magic tower is my design, and it will not exceed the limits of its own capabilities.

Have you seen it?

Can a white mouse really understand the meaning of a picture, memorize it, and use it skillfully?

Roy couldn't help but turn around and glance at Karazhan.

"Why are you looking at me? I'm definitely smarter than Algier!" the latter retorted weakly.

"I see." Roy chuckled. "So, did you understand the final challenge?"

Upon hearing this, Karazhan immediately looked distressed.

He had just carefully examined the floor tiles where the white mice had died; some had numbers on them, some didn't, and his mind was a jumbled mess.

There's absolutely no pattern to it!

He couldn't find it; how could he possibly find a white mouse!

This is Karazhan's insignificant confidence.

As he expected, Algier had been pacing in front of the paving stones for a long time, sometimes moving around, sometimes remaining motionless, as if lost in thought.

Who knows if it has any ideas?

Anyway, Roy has already found a solution.

Coincidentally, this final level was Sudoku, a famous game that Roy had played many times before!