Wizards pursue the truth

Chapter 99 [99] Three Months Later, the Night Moon Elf's Dual Experiment (6000)

Inside the laboratory.

Jones's body was placed on the autopsy table, still retaining some initial signs of bodily activity; his skin and flesh were very fresh.

Wang Ya was dressed in a white experimental wizard's robe, with the cuffs and trouser legs bound up. The protective mask on his face protected him, and the invigorating "Dark Night Rosemary" continuously secreted aura essence.

The dead host body has no value for variable experiments, but that doesn't mean it has no other uses. Observing the internal condition after dissection might reveal some special information.

Wang Ya recalled a quote from an ancient wizard in a biography in the library: "I don't understand what love is, but how can you say you love her if you haven't dissected her on the lab table, observed and understood every part of her?"

He shook his head, banishing the strange thought from his mind.

The human body holds no secrets for him; he even remembers the pathways of every nerve clearly.

Wang Ya first opened the chest cavity, then, holding the wizard's scalpel in his right hand, easily cut through the skin and severed the pleural lining inside.

The changes inside his chest cavity were beyond his expectations.

It was empty; some of the major organs had disappeared, and even the ribs were riddled with holes, filled with black cavities, with tiny, eerie buds of flesh constantly moving in and out of the openings.

Seemingly because they were exposed to the air and sensed Wang Ya's presence, these fleshy buds stood up straight, pointing at Wang Ya.

As Wang Ya's body shifted, the fleshy buds also shifted. When touched with a finger, these buds showed extremely high activity, attempting to climb and entwine.

He also used his palm to receive some of the granulation tissue, and could clearly feel that these granulation tissues, like tiny insects, began to bite at his protective glove with mouthparts so small they were invisible to the naked eye, trying to burrow into his flesh.

A very obvious carnivorous urge; perhaps Jones's body was hollowed out by these tiny fleshy buds.

It is a remnant left behind by the Dog of Gendas.

After completing the dissection, Wang Ya discovered dense granulation tissue inside the vertebral bones. Some of it was less active and dormant, while others were barely wriggling.

These granulation tissues were collected and placed in a culture container, labeled as "Experimental Individual No. 1".

The removed Halak flesh, in another culture container, was barely within the normal range compared to granulation tissue, without exaggerated proliferation. The cells spontaneously absorbed the nutrient solution and appeared grayish-black.

For now, we can start working on these buds, the "source of life" and the "core of death," and then utilize the living dogs of Gendass later.

Examine the granulation tissue of the original body after it has separated from the host, and see if it has the same activity and proliferative properties, and what it will eventually become.

It could grow into a new Gendass Hound, or be killed by Harak's superhuman flesh, or the two merge into a new being.

In terms of biological cultivation, as Wang Ya has come to understand, any extraordinary bloodline must undergo a rejection test before it can be implanted.

This is similar in principle.

This is equivalent to treating these granulation tissues as an alternative, extraordinary bloodline.

Whether this can be implemented and operated remains to be seen.

Nucleus 1 and 2 continuously absorbed the nutrient solution until they reached a suitable level of activity for the experiment, a process that took approximately eight hours.

Wang Ya changed out of his experimental wizard robes, and after cleaning and disinfecting them, put on a black wizard robe and walked out of the laboratory.

Inside the study.

[Note: Analysis of the first wizard rune in the "Vast Ocean Meditation Method - Advanced Edition" is currently underway. Estimated time: 15 days.]

Wang Ya rubbed his temples. Both analysis targets were already occupied. The former was the analysis of intermediate-level witchcraft in the inherited witch book, and the latter was the progress of meditation.

Fortunately, his time requirements were decreasing, and he had collected about half of the information from the books available for browsing on the second floor of the dark library.

Holding a quill pen, Wang Ya wrote down the insights and thoughts he had received from the ancient Sai shaman in a notebook.

There were also reflections on the future path of wizards after observing the battle of the wizard Yisi on the battlefield.

The key lies in the realization of illusion and reality, corresponding to the physical body and extraordinary mental power. Balance should not simply be the equivalence of physical and mental values.

Otherwise, the numerical differences between the two aspects of so many extreme wizard apprentices would not be so great.

However, it doesn't matter. The products of evil gods have these characteristics. He has more than a dozen heads, as well as a flesh and blood heart that is suspected to be the true form of the evil god. The gains from studying high-level beings are useful experiences that point the way forward.

Of course, if the heart of the evil god were replaced with that of a formal wizard, and the hound of Gendass replaced with a third-level wizard apprentice or a supreme wizard apprentice, the results after dissection would be even more outstanding, and he would hardly have to worry about being lost on his way forward.

Ideally, I'd like an elemental wizard, as it's a good match for my class!

The autumn wind outside the window rustled the pages of the book on the desk, and the dense handwriting gradually began to dry and set completely.

Wang Ya also put down his quill pen. Perhaps in the near future, this book of records will be named after him, Wang Yahalak, and become part of his wizarding legacy.

Two days later.

Wang Ya walked through the wilderness camp in the Free Zone. The wizard buildings of the Underdark headquarters were no longer there. In their place were huge tents that had sprung up from the ground. Most of the figures coming and going were wilderness wizards, all dressed in strange and unusual outfits.

Some had messy hair, wrinkled skin like a toad, and rolling eyes, and wore loose, oversized black robes.

Wang Ya didn't even need the Eye of Truth to observe; he could sense the disorder in the aura and the fluctuations in particle energy, which was the result of his own transformation.

It seems that the wizard's surgery went wrong when he was trying to implant the low-level supernatural bloodline "Gandhi Poison Frog". In order to avoid dying from the backlash of the bloodline, the wizard performed the surgery.

Others have small areas of skin on their necks and faces replaced by mechanical circuitry, making clicking sounds as they walk. These are not puppets, but semi-mechanized creations, mostly created by seeking out mechanical wizards and signing wizard contracts.

The former gained power and detached part of his flesh and blood, while the latter proved his path as a wizard and mastered wizarding modification abilities.

Two words: Win-win!

Flesh and blood are weak, while machinery ascends. After several technological revolutions in wizarding, some wizards at the lower levels have come to agree with this statement.

Mechanical modification is even more favored by wizards who have reached the end of their lives than modification of undead species, modification of vengeful spirits, or modification of puppets.

Its greatest advantage is that it can maintain its particle energy by changing the energy conduction wires.

The wizard camp covers a large area. If you follow this road, you can leave the headquarters of the Underdark and go directly to the nearby wizard city.

Wang Ya stopped in his tracks. A huge tent appeared before him, named [Kurosawa Trading Company].

That's right. In addition to trading in the free zone, the Kurosawa Trading Company also deals in the slave trade.

Wang Ya guessed that this should be a relatively large underground black market force with a corresponding industrial chain.

"Honorable guest, you've come to the right person. If we're talking about conducting wizarding experiments, the most suitable candidate would be a dark-skinned elf." Faced with Wang Ya's request, the Victorian dwarf, dressed in a high-necked shirt and a suit jacket, gave what he considered the best answer.

"They have the same physical appearance as humans, but their physique is comparable to that of lower-level supernatural beings. Whether it is testing the efficacy of supernatural potions or conducting wizard experiments to modify them, their adaptability is better than that of ordinary races."

The interior of the camp was very spacious, with rows of cages as far as the eye could see, holding different races: mermen, orcs, Judanli frogmen, and even dwarves.

Ordinary mortals are the fewest in number and the cheapest. Most of them are women with fair skin and beautiful appearances, but they sit in their cages as if they are mentally impaired, with numb expressions, like walking corpses.

According to the Victorian dwarf's explanation, these mortals are princesses and noblewomen from different human kingdoms.

"Ibuprofen Stephen Jopsky, right?"

Wang Ya awkwardly called out the dwarf's name; it was really hard to pronounce.

The 1.5-meter-tall dwarf, with a longing in his eyes for the magic stone, said loudly, "Yes, esteemed guest, please tell me your needs directly. I will listen carefully and fulfill all your requests. You are Mr. BYD's guest, and he recommended you to patronize my business, so you are my most honored guest."

Wang Ya didn't believe his nonsense. The second-floor library contained records of information about the Victorian dwarf race. Like the underground dwarves, they were profit-driven, but they were slightly better at being honest and less cunning.

"The wizard experiments I conduct are rather unique. In addition to meeting certain physical resistance and adaptability requirements, they also require unique willpower and mental strength."

Ibuprofen rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "I can meet your requirements. There are many choices: Obsidian Pegasus, Night Moon Elf, wizards who have signed wizard contracts, orcs, and bloodline sorcerers. However, I can't offer you too many discounts on the price."

"This makes Ibuprofen very sad, after all, we've only just met, and you were introduced by Mr. BYD." Ibuprofen sighed, her face etched with sadness, and continued, "I so want you to feel my sincerity, but these slaves are different..."

"Alright, I understand. No need to say anything more. Take me to see it first," Wang Ya interrupted directly.

Otherwise, this Victorian dwarf would probably have been rambling on for over ten minutes.

"Please follow me, guest." Ibuprofen smiled and walked inside with light steps.

At the same time, he shouted inside, "You good-for-nothings, get up and get to work! A customer wants to select the best goods."

"A two-headed giant." Wang Ya raised an eyebrow, looking at the figure that came out from inside with some surprise.

This is a humanoid race that is three meters tall, wearing huge black robes, with thick limbs covered in coarse black hair, and two heads of different sizes.

The smaller one is shorter, with short blond hair, and clearly dominates the scene.

"Wake up, wake up, Keyin, it's time to get to work." The blond head turned to the silver-haired head next to him and said.

With a face full of fat, stubble covering his chin, and rotten teeth that had never been washed, the silver-haired man opened his eyes sparsely with sleep. "I understand, Kokin."

Boom!

The massive iron gate was easily lifted up by the two-headed giant.

"Dear guest, precious goods cannot be displayed outside. If any are lost, even selling ibuprofen wouldn't be enough to compensate for it," the dwarf explained, pointing to the wide passage leading underground.

There were burning torches on both sides of the passage. The basement was not one-way, but had other exits, and the air circulated very smoothly.

Like a cunning rabbit with three burrows, these underground forces won't completely cut off their escape routes; they can evacuate in time should something irreversible happen.

Wang Ya had no interest in knowing who was behind the Kurosawa Trading Company or the Kurosawa Exchange; his purpose in coming here was simply to buy slaves for virtual experiments.

Harak is perfect in every way among lower-level supernatural beings, and its flesh and blood are very suitable for real-world experiments.

A large part of the experiment is to apply it to oneself to enhance strength and explore more possibilities for the bloodline.

Wang Ya has no plans to apply this to herself yet.

Perhaps when the technology matures and Wang Ya has control over all aspects, he will consider producing related products.

Finding comparable experimental subjects is difficult; balance is key.

The Hound of Gendas, within its host, can switch between illusion and reality; it is a spontaneous, instinctive adaptation, a dominant form of devouring.

Wang Ya's experiment aimed to use Harak as the dominant force to control the instincts of the Gendass dogs, which was very difficult.

There is an even higher stage of the evil god's heart.

It seems that only formal wizards have the necessary capabilities to conduct such research.

As they continued to descend deeper underground, Wang Ya frowned. His mental power was suppressed, preventing him from probing beyond a meter's radius—the effect of the wizard's array.

"Guests, we've arrived." Ibuprofen stopped in her tracks.

A completely blocked wall stood in front of them.

Ibuprofen took a small pen from his suit sleeve and gently tapped it on the wall.

The next moment, the wall turned into water ripples and collapsed, revealing the huge cavern space behind it.

The boxes, resembling incubators, were filled with green liquid. The naked slaves, with their eyes closed, seemed to be asleep, with only the bubbles from their breath gurgling in the green liquid.

These boxes were piled up densely in the cave space, forming small hills.

Wang Ya's pupils contracted. Just how many slaves were there? Piled up here like cargo.

He had prepared himself mentally, recalling numerous images of people locked in cages, surrounded by foul odors, with disheveled hair, and slaves huddled in corners, numbly and desperately watching the buyers choosing them.

But that's definitely not the case. They weren't even put in cages, let alone clothes. They were stuffed naked into containers and sold.

"Found them, esteemed guest." Ibuprofen had the two-headed giant carry over two coffin-like glass boxes.

Within the green liquid were the delicate bodies of two women, with fair skin, slender necks, and exquisite faces. Their long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if they were about to wake up at any moment.

Most importantly, the elongated shape of the ears proves that the individual is not human, but an extremely rare Night Moon Elf, and the crescent moon pattern between the eyebrows is its mark.

"With exceptional mental strength, even under double the dose of sleeping potion, it can vaguely awaken. Its physical body is also extremely powerful and adaptable, and it is a long-lived species. I think there is no creature more suitable for you than the Night Moon Elf."

Wang Yabibuprofen knew more about the Nightmoon Elves than anyone else. After the information was collected by the second-floor library, it was not wrong to call him a half-Ancient One.

Indeed, as the other party said, it is very suitable for wizard experiments.

Wang Ya didn't bother with being picky and went straight to the point, asking, "How much?"

Ibuprofen smiled brightly, though with a hint of obsequiousness. "You're quite the straightforward customer, but I love it. This is the best price I can offer; for a thousand magic stones, you can take these two Night Moon Elf sisters with you."

Wang Ya glanced at Ibuprofen expressionlessly, then turned and left.

Do you really think he's a fool?

"Hey, sir, don't go! There's still room for negotiation. At least try to negotiate the price. This isn't how you do business," Ibuprofen shouted from behind, looking miserable.

He had never encountered a buyer like this before. The price was fluctuating, and with back-and-forth conversations, the price would come down.

Bargaining is an art.

His ability to maintain high prices is the pinnacle of art.

"Five hundred magic stones, sir. That's my bottom line."

"I don't have that much time to waste. The Victorian dwarves are more honest than the underground dwarves. Just name a reasonable price."

Wang Ya looked at the dwarf with indifferent eyes.

Ibuprofen sighed, "Since you're a guest introduced by Mr. BYD, I'll give you a friendly price: four hundred magic stones, plus a free gift of a mother and daughter from the mortal noble class."

"Consider this my wish for your wizarding experiment to be a great success, and it will help relieve the mental stress associated with the experiment. It's quite nice."

Wang Ya said, "Deal. No need for the free gift."

The long-term seclusion and solitary living of wizards can indeed lead to some mental and psychological problems, and this is the root cause of mental illness.

Relieving emotions and improving mental state is very necessary.

Some find relief in killing and tormenting living beings, in the cries of others.

Some people relax, rest, and walk in nature to relieve stress.

The release of carnal desire is also a form, the most common, and it may even combine with the first type. However, after intercourse, the fate of ordinary women is always tragic.

The two semi-asleep Night Moon Spirits, with their keen spiritual senses, perceived the content of Wang Ya's conversation with Ibuprofen. Their brows furrowed involuntarily, and tears welled up in their eyes, mingling with the green liquid and becoming indistinguishable from each other.

Wang Ya and Ibuprofen naturally couldn't care less about what the goods thought or felt.

Goods are goods.

To change this outcome, we must avoid becoming commodities in the first place.

The Wizard Card balance decreased by four hundred.

Two more storage boxes have appeared in Wang Ya's silver bracelet.

"Please take care, sir. If you need anything else, please remember to come back for ibuprofen."

The Victorian dwarf stood at the tent entrance, waving goodbye to Wang Ya's departing figure, his eyes filled with tears of reluctance.

A second later, he was all smiles again and started calculating his assets.

"I'll hand over 70%, and the remaining 30% is mine. In another 20 years, I'll be able to go to the inner region of the Wizarding Continent and witness the birthplace of wizarding technological innovation. I'm really looking forward to it."

"If we can expand our business there, Kurosawa Trading Company will undergo a complete transformation."

Inside the study.

Three minutes after taking the "Night Demon" potion, its effects began to take hold, and Wang Ya experienced the pain of the side effects.

A tearing pain appeared in every corner of his body, as if his spine was being ripped apart, wings were growing, limbs were being lengthened, and his bones were undergoing mutations. Wang Ya gritted his teeth and stopped abruptly, sweat dripping from his forehead and soaking his robes.

The chair armrests I was gripping were covered in dents and scratches—a truly shocking sight.

His pupils were bloodshot, and his lips were pale; Wang Ya looked completely exhausted.

Time slowly passed, but the tearing pain continued uninterrupted.

At the same time, like a clear spring flowing, his mental strength also began to improve silently.

And in a stable form.

The Night Demon potion has an outstanding enhancement effect, and the price of magic stones is relatively cheap, at least low-level wizards have a chance to buy it.

The terrifying side effects deterred many wizards, as those who couldn't withstand them experienced physical mutations, leading to more troublesome consequences, even lifelong ones.

From dawn to dusk, and then back to dawn.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window onto Wang Ya's pale face. His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, his gaze incredibly powerful, as if containing a radiant light.

[Note: The Night Demon Potion's transformation effect has ended. This time, your mental strength increased by 0.8. Current mental strength: 12.3]

He slowly extended his right hand, first opening it, then gradually gripping it tightly. A blank draft paper on the desk began to float up, then instantly became crumpled and tangled together.

It felt as if it had been squeezed into a ball by an invisible hand.

A slight smile gradually appeared on his lips.

The feeling of increasing one's strength is truly captivating.

Wang Ya had prepared everything he needed to buy and prepare, including advanced meditation techniques, advanced extraordinary subjects, and extraordinary potions.

There's no need to worry about anything else anymore; daily life is completely immersed in learning and mastering extraordinary knowledge.

The wizard experiment process is also gradually being improved. Experiments involving the first and second experimental individuals have been tried, resulting in a number of variables and data.

This delighted Wang Ya, because he seemed to have found a pattern that allowed the two to merge, with Halak's flesh and blood taking the lead.

It requires the assistance of some other extraordinary materials.

Therefore, Wang Ya began to experiment with both illusion and reality.

On the other hand, they have also made some progress in mastering advanced sorcery knowledge, and can try practicing the two sorcery spells, Fire Demon Fear and Fire Demon Roar.

And only three months have passed.

(End of this chapter)