Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 4 [4] Danger from the Dark

Target: Black-feathered Raven

[Physical Fitness: 8.9]

【Spirit: 0.9】

[Status: Lower-level transcendent being.]

[Abilities: Iron Claws, Steel Skin]

[Evaluation: Harak was once an ordinary bird, but now it possesses the sharpness to shatter steel, the defensive power to withstand all ordinary sharp weapons, and its swift speed is also considered excellent among lower-level supernatural beings.]

The black feathers were incredibly hard, as if shaped from metal.

Wang Ya tapped it with his hand, and the deep "bang" sound proved the strength of the defense.

Ignoring wingspan, its size is not much different from that of a calf.

"Giggle giggle!"

Harak rubbed his head against Wang Ya's hand, his blood-red eyes filled with fear.

The daily nurturing of particle energy brought Harak incredibly close to Wang Ya.

When one enters the realm of the extraordinary, one's wisdom will be enhanced to a certain extent, but such a transformation is not simple, and there is a certain probability that the transformation will fail and lead to death.

"Little one, don't be afraid. No, you should be the big one now, relax a bit."

Wang Ya stroked Harak's head. Harak's physique was even stronger than that of a giant bear or a bull. He nuzzled against your chest with such force that an ordinary person would have been knocked to the ground long ago, and might even have broken a few ribs.

The particle energy of a wizard, from the moment it is born in the body, constantly influences the physical body, guided and manipulated by mental power, developing in an orderly and benign direction.

Capturing a tiger with bare hands and shattering the city gates of a mortal city with a single punch are simple matters for a wizard.

Physical strength has never been a wizard's weakness.

Wang Ya could easily withstand Harak's great strength.

If a pet's affectionate behavior and tenderness turn into aggressive biting, then the situation is fundamentally different.

Harak was so comfortable from the caresses that he almost snuggled into Wang Ya's arms and began to moan, but he didn't notice that the subtle gaze that had been on him suddenly froze.

Like a needle piercing, it takes root deep within the fragile consciousness of the mind, bearing fruit and blossoming.

"Giggle giggle!" Harak's pupils bulged violently. The struggle lasted only a second, leaving Wang Ya with deep, bone-revealing scratches on his chest.

A massive laceration stretched from the collarbone to the end of the ribs, accompanied by flowing blood.

Fortunately, his internal organs were not damaged; it was just a superficial injury that he could recover in ten days to half a month.

Slightly unlucky, Wang Ya raised an eyebrow. According to the calculations of the Eye of Truth, there were eight possible outcomes for 'Harak's' reaction. The most likely outcome was that he would not be injured, at most he would be in a sorry state.

Wang Ya's subcutaneous flesh and blood tissue quickly stopped bleeding and scabbed over, leaving a very obvious scar on his chest that made him look somewhat ferocious.

This is one of the benefits of particle energy influencing the physical body, as it controls the body's metabolism to a certain extent.

"The seed of consciousness has completely transformed into a conscious imprint, allowing me to control Harak's actions and life and death at will, and share a perspective."

A faint smile appeared on Wang Ya's lips.

The chances of a wizard's creation betraying them are very small in wizarding history, but they do exist.

Wang Ya will not allow any possible accidents to occur.

You must have complete control over what you own; caution means security.

The pursuit of truth is a long process, and many wizards who fall along the way regret their small mistakes.

The room was a mess; the desk and walls showed signs of violent destruction.

Harak huddled in the corner, his blood-red pupils reflecting Wang Ya's approaching figure with fear.

Wang Ya reached out and touched him, and Harak, who had been on guard, felt an irresistible desire welling up inside him.

As his master stroked him again, Harak gradually relaxed, his blood-red pupils filled with pleasure. His concept of 'master' was newly formed; the master before him was the best person in the world to him, and he had to obey his master's orders at all times.

"Go ahead and find your own food."

As the window was opened, a ray of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, bringing light to the dark world, and Harak's figure blended into it.

Extraordinary creatures reside at the top of the food chain, easily hunting ordinary sea beasts.

The salty sea breeze blew against Wang Ya's fair cheeks. "It's almost time, Green Forest. I will try all three methods that Wizard Tuta mentioned."

Holding the wooden box, his eyes were deep and thoughtful.

A girl with long green hair appeared blurry on the finger bones, her serene face barely discernible, her green eyes slightly vacant.

From the bow of the ship, in the shadows, the wizard Tuta silently watched the ebb and flow of the sea, then glanced at the extraordinary black-feathered raven soaring in the sky, and sighed: "So we really have been targeted."

They couldn't shake them off even after half a month. The other party's purpose was clear: they were after the wizard ship and were absolutely malicious.

"I wonder how many of these little guys will be able to stay."

He had already unleashed his aura, and the current outcome proved that the one eyeing the wizard ship was an existence of equal caliber.

Level 1 to Level 3 wizard apprentices, followed by Ultimate Wizard Apprentices, whose strength level belongs to the last category.

As for higher... that's another level, the top of the pyramid, where decision-makers stand high above.

The wizard Tuta slowly took out a bottle of purple liquid that shimmered with a watery sheen from the sleeve of his black robe, and a cold look appeared on his aged, wrinkled face.

He's not so old that he can't walk!

"New students, welcome to today's wizard exchange meeting. Rowena will be your speaker today, sharing her understanding and experience of wizard meditation."

The new wizards surrounded four of the most talented new students.

A freckled young man with brown hair stepped forward; this was Rottweiler.

"Let's give him a round of applause!" Arthur shouted, as if he were still the center of attention on this alternative stage, even though it was Rottweiler's experience sharing.

"I may not have explained it well, please forgive me," Rowena said shyly.

"We believe in you, Rowena. Your aptitude is top-notch, and your understanding of wizard meditation is definitely more thorough than ours."

"I'm really looking forward to hearing about your experience. Rottweiler, feel free to speak your mind."

The new wizards praised and cheered.

Olsen, with his purple hair and androgynous appearance, patted Rottweiler on the shoulder upon seeing this scene.

He said softly, "As one of the four of us, your qualifications are recognized by us. These ordinary freshmen are destined to look up to you, so go up and speak boldly."

Rottweiler was pushed to the front of the stage, but he had forgotten all the words he had prepared for several nights and began to speak haltingly.

The joy, anticipation, and goodwill on each new student's face gave Rottweiler more encouragement and confidence, and he spoke more fluently.

Wang Ya glanced at it briefly before focusing on finishing the food in front of him.

The analogy of a senior kindergarten teacher giving lessons to junior kindergarteners couldn't be more apt.

After breakfast, Wang Ya returned to her room with a glint of blue light in her eyes.

This time, the Eye of Truth is looking at information that belongs to him.

These past few days I've been observing mourning rites and attending funeral arrangements during the day, so updates have been late.

(End of this chapter)