Wizard: Surviving in the Steam Age with Points for Demon Hunter

Chapter 1: I'll never dare to pad the word count again!

At midnight, the city of Castel gradually quieted down.

No. 44 Golden Avenue is a two-story building located at a road intersection. It is entirely constructed of brick and stone, with a triangular roof.

The building's facade was painted bright yellow, setting it apart from other buildings; only the gray tiles on the roof matched the style of Golden Street.

"The weather on August 8, 1578 (Gregorian calendar)..."

Wayne Loft glanced out the window. A red moon hung high in the night sky, and shadows could be vaguely seen moving within it, like fleeting glimpses of light.

Under the glow of the red moon, the hazy, dim moonlight added a touch of mystery to the night.

Nearby is a kerosene street lamp, taller than a person, with a wooden lampshade on top of a black lamp post. It is wider at the top and narrower at the bottom. Through the window, you can see the dim yellow light inside the lampshade, chasing away the darkness.

He was already very familiar with these things.

Every night before nightfall, when the bells of the Krims Cathedral chime for the sixth time, he would see the lamplighters, dressed in black cloaks, lighting their kerosene lamps precisely on time.

Then the lamplighter would stand solemnly, hands clasped over his shoulders, and whisper, "Praise be to the Lord of Dawn!"

Whenever he saw this scene, a strange thought would arise in his mind: if the kerosene lamps were not lit, did it mean that they had been abandoned by the Lord of Dawn?

"……clear."

Wei En pressed two "buttons" to spell out the golden characters for "Qing" and projected them into the black light screen in front of him. As if swallowed by the void, several black ripples appeared.

Compared to the kerosene streetlights used by the lamplighters outside, the "typewriter" in his hand was clearly a hundred times more eerie.

An oak base is inlaid with a silver box, its decorations exquisite, resembling a beautiful jewelry box.

Press and hold the switch on the left side of the box, and a keyboard-like device will slowly pop out from the bottom – a typewriter.

There are six rows in total, with twelve "buttons" in each row, for a total of seventy-two "buttons" representing common language characters, all neatly arranged on it.

Although the "buttons" were made a little rough, the crisp and pleasant sound when they were pressed reminded Wayne of the days and nights he fought on the continent of Ionia in his previous life.

Unfortunately, we can never go back...

That's right, he's not from this world.

One week ago, he woke up early in the morning to find that everything around him had changed.

At first, he thought it was a prank by his friends who had taken him to the film studio.

But after receiving the remaining memories of his predecessor, he had to accept the fact that he had transmigrated.

After experiencing confusion, fear, and disappointment...

Wayne quickly composed himself and chose to face reality positively—especially after he saw a monster carrying a human arm pass by his window three nights ago.

He swore!

That was absolutely a terrifying monster, looking a lot like a wolf, but much larger.

The monster was covered in grayish-white scales, its limbs were engulfed in pale flames, and it had a pair of enormous wings on its back that flapped as they streaked across the night sky.

Under the red moonlight, it resembled a demon crawling out of the abyss, sending chills down one's spine.

Even from a great distance, Wayne could feel his own trembling and fear, which made him unable to muster the slightest intention to resist.

However, he also benefited from the misfortune—something similar to a game attribute panel appeared in his mind.

Name: Wayne Loft

Bloodline: Salut people

Occupation: None

Resilience level: 7 (7) (represents physical strength, including power, speed, physique, etc.)

Spiritual Level: 8 (15+1) (Represents spiritual power, including perception, will, and soul.)

Talent: None

Skills: None

Survival Point: 3

[A being from another world. Even though you have already encountered the mysteries hidden in the real world, you ignorantly believe that is reality. Rating: Weakling. Reward: Survival Points +3.]

[You spied on the Deepsea Hound, but the Abyss creature, already full, paid no heed to your gaze, and you escaped unscathed. Rating: Cheers to luck! Special Reward: Spirit Level +1.]

[Deephound: Pet of the Lord of the Deep Abyss, guardian of the Abyss world, a terrifying demon that traverses between the Abyss and the real world, its favorite snack is "human."]

[Note 1: Any mystical event that happens to you will grant you Survival Points (through participation or witnessing). Special events may grant additional special rewards.]

[Note 2: Survival points can only be used to unlock knowledge and improve skills and talents.]

Goldfinger?

Wayne thought he would have to develop naked in this strange world, but he didn't expect an unexpected surprise.

Although this panel is not yet functional, it is enough to fill him with anticipation for the future.

therefore--

From that day on, he decided to see for himself this mysterious, bizarre, and magical world.

but,

Before that, he first had to complete a job that his predecessor had worked hard to obtain.

"Hail, Lord of the Ghosts! The city of Caster remains as peaceful as ever. The sun rises as usual, the red moon still hangs high, everything is so beautiful... Recorded by Wayne Loft, intelligence officer of the city of Caster."

This is the job my predecessor found—an intelligence officer for the Ghost School in the city-state of Caster!

The job was simple: just send the events happening in the city-state over from time to time using that "typewriter".

After Wayne took over the body of his predecessor, he took over the job and carried it forward.

The original usually transmitted information once every three days, but Wei En was different. He updated daily... no, he insisted on transmitting new "intelligence" every day in exchange for a meager salary.

每份情报不过千字，保底薪水6便士——相当于前世的30块钱。（12便士=1先令，20先令=1金镑）

This doesn't even include the additional rewards given based on the value of the intelligence.

And most importantly!

Within the Ghost School, one can also purchase knowledge with money, such as the most basic meditation method—which costs only 2 gold pounds.

Look, they've even come up with a commission-based bonus system and a points redemption system.

What is this?

That's about having a broad perspective.

No wonder the Ghost School has grown so big and powerful!

So, after learning all this, Wayne started calculating his personal savings every day – 1 pound, 19 shillings, and 6 pence.

As long as the money arrives in his account today, he can redeem the meditation method.

The hope is that this will open the door to becoming a ghost wizard and step into the ranks of the extraordinary.

He had even set his sights on one goal—to crush the Deep Dog to the ground.

"Buzz...buzz..."

Wayne snapped out of his reverie and saw that the telephone next to the typewriter was vibrating wildly.

Lying trough,

Is the phone ringing?

Like the "typewriter", this "telephone" is an equally bizarre contraption - it is shaped like a trophy, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, pure gold, with a blue flame painting on the surface.

start up,

Wayne reached out and pressed the gem button on the "telephone".

A ghostly blue flame erupted from above, and a chilling aura spread out, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly slender figure appeared in the flames, and became illusory and distorted as the flames burned.

The figure was completely shrouded in a black hooded robe, revealing only a softly contoured, beautifully shaped chin and... a broad, fair chest.

"Wern Loft?" A crisp, cold voice rang out.

woman?

The intelligence liaison officer is a woman?

A strange feeling flashed through Wei En's mind, but his body instinctively made a gesture of respect, bowing slightly and saying, "Yes, Liaison Officer."

The predecessor's memories did contain information about the superior liaison officer, but it was only one of the "work regulations"—do not engage in any offensive behavior!

A few simple words, no reason, no consequences for violating them.

but,

In this bizarre situation, Wayne no longer wanted to investigate the truth of those words.

After a long silence of half a minute, the voice rang out again: "So it was you who kept passing over that garbage intelligence for the past few days?"

Junk intelligence?

Is this because they found out I was padding my intelligence report with too many words?

Wayne glanced up at the figure in the flames, a pair of long, deep eyes staring at him angrily through the hood.

A bad feeling welled up inside him...

Then he heard the figure's tone turn angry:

"By the School of Ghosts!"

"If I betray the faith, let the scum of the Church of Dawn punish me, instead of making me a liaison officer for the intelligence department of this damned Kingdom of Charland."

"If I hadn't come here, I wouldn't have seen you—Wayne Loft!"

"You shameless pay thief, you damn freeloader, you filthy parasite... For six whole days, the intelligence you submitted is worth a mere penny."

"One penny!! That's not even enough to buy a pound of dark bread!"

"And you, you actually had the audacity to take 3 shillings."

"Is your face made of porcupine skin? Huh?"

After a violent storm, only one thought remained in Wayne's mind.

shit!

It seems this liaison officer doesn't value his intelligence at all; if he doesn't do something soon, he might be kicked the bucket.

Wei En's mind raced, and taking advantage of the pause, he carefully organized his thoughts: "Respected liaison officer, is there a misunderstanding? I submit intelligence every day, which involves all aspects of the Caster city-state..."

"Oh!"

The liaison officer scoffed, "Including cleaning horse manure in the slums?"

"There are also major events..."

"For example, was the bell ringer of Krims Cathedral an ugly monster?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Wayne chuckled awkwardly, "My lord, do you think there's a possibility that nothing has happened in the city-state of Caster recently?"

"Shut up!"

The liaison officer took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and tried to regain the elegance expected of a lady:

"Five days ago, a captain of the Secret Investigation Division was assassinated; three days ago, more than 300 people mysteriously disappeared in the slums; two days ago, the Black Pearl, which roamed the waters of Cordoba, plundered a cargo ship in the port of the city-state of Caster..."

"Damn it! Do you want me to keep talking?"

Elegance is out of the question...

So, we should just kill him, shall we?

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