Wizard: I Have a Nightmare World

Lynn's gaze was fixed on the burrowing lizard rat, his mind racing as he considered what to do next.

Although the burrowing lizard rat is only a low-level creature, it is extremely fast, and its teeth and claws are slightly venomous. Wounds from bites or scratches are difficult to heal.

Most importantly, this creature is timid by nature, and its first reaction when disturbed is to dig a hole and escape.

Sure enough, as soon as Lynn stepped into the breeding room, the burrowing lizard rat suddenly raised its head.

A pair of small, scarlet eyes stared intently at Lynn, a piece of silver leaf flower root dangling from its mouth, juice dripping from the corner of its mouth onto the ground.

The next second, it turned around without hesitation, and its four short, thick claws frantically dug holes in the ground.

The hard earth was sliced ​​open like tofu by its sharp claws. As the soil flew, in less than three breaths, a hole about twenty centimeters in diameter appeared in the corner of the pharmacy.

When Lynn rushed over, he only saw the short, thick tail disappear into the depths of the cave.

Then, a rustling sound came from the cave, growing fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

They ran away.

Lynn stood in front of the cave entrance, looking down into the dark cave.

The edges of the opening were smooth, as if they had been cut by something sharp. Looking down from the opening, all you could see was darkness, and you couldn't tell how deep the hole was at all.

"They...they ran away already?"

The apprentice stood behind Lynn, his face still showing a hint of shock.

"Senior, will it ever come back?"

Lynn did not answer the question. Instead, he squatted down, picked up a clump of soil from the edge of the hole with his fingers, and rubbed it between his fingertips.

The soil was damp and had a faint fishy smell, like the kind of scent unique to the depths of the earth.

He stood up and patted the dirt off his hands.

"Go and notify the academy's administration to send a professional wizard apprentice or a full-fledged wizard who is skilled in earth element to deal with this cave."

"Until the underground conditions are confirmed, seal the opening with thick wooden planks and weigh it down with heavy objects."

"Okay, okay, senior!"

The apprentice nodded quickly, turned around, and ran out of the cultivation room.

Lynn glanced at the cave again, then turned and walked out of the second incubation room.

After returning to her incubation room, Lynn locked the door and sat back down at her worktable.

But strangely, when he tried to concentrate on building the witchcraft model again, he always felt somewhat uneasy.

The origin of that burrowing lizard rat intrigued him.

The foundation reinforcement runes of the White Raven Tower have been blessed by generations of wizards. Theoretically, even mid-level cave creatures would have difficulty breaking through them. How did a low-level cave lizard rat manage to squeeze in?

unless……

The cave creature didn't burrow in from the outside.

Rather, it was originally underground, and only recently climbed to the surface through some passage.

Just as Lynn was pondering, a rustling sound came from outside the window.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze falling on the tightly closed window.

Outside the window is the back wall of the cultivation room, next to a vacant lot overgrown with weeds, where nothing seems out of the ordinary.

The sound disappeared, as if what he had just heard was merely his imagination.

Lynn frowned, looked away, and refocused his attention on the book in front of him.

He attempted to construct the sixth and seventh witchcraft models.

On his seventh attempt, he finally managed to sketch out the entire basic outline!

The six-pointed star is in the center, surrounded by seven concentric arcs, with the angle and length of each line precisely matching the requirements of the original image.

Lynn was overjoyed and was about to proceed to the second step, filling the energy circuit, when that rustling sound appeared again.

This time it's much clearer.

It was as if something was crawling underground in his breeding room, its body rubbing against the soil and rocks, making a soft, continuous sound.

The mental fluctuations in Lynn's mind were instantly interrupted, and the energy circuit that had just been half-drawn collapsed directly, along with the entire basic outline.

Another failure.

He took a deep breath, stood up, walked to the center of the cultivation room, squatted down, and put his ear close to the ground.

The underground sounds continued, rustling and whispering, like something moving underground, crawling over the soil and gravel, sometimes near, sometimes far.

Hearing the commotion, Lynn stood up, rubbed his chin, and glanced at his breeding room. A bad thought flashed through his mind.

That burrowing lizard rat probably didn't go far.

It is very likely that it built a nest underground in this area, and its breeding room, like the second breeding room, is a "feeding point" for that nest.

……

The thoughts that had been swirling in Lynn's mind all day long, until midnight.

He lay in bed, closed his eyes, and let the familiar pulling sensation carry him into a nightmare world.

Lynn wasted no time and immediately began constructing a witchcraft model in his consciousness space.

There are too many interfering factors in reality.

The sounds from underground, the occasional footsteps outside the door, and Amber's occasional glancing over would all cause fluctuations in his mental energy.

But in the nightmare world, none of these disturbances exist.

There is only silence here, and an eternal gray fog.

Lynn calmed his mind, retrieved the model structure diagram of the Wind Blade Technique from his mind, and then began to use his mental power to outline the basic outline in his consciousness space.

Having learned from his previous seven failures, he knew every detail of the model by heart.

The six points of the six-pointed star are precisely angled, and the seven concentric arcs advance layer by layer, with the length and curvature of each line perfectly matching the dimensions of the original image.

This time, his movements were fluid and effortless.

When the end of the seven arcs completely coincides with the initial point, the entire basic outline instantly emits a faint cyan light.

The basic outline is complete!

Lynn remained unmoved, knowing that the real test was yet to come.

The second step is to fill the energy loop.

He took a deep breath, and his mental energy, like a delicate thread, began to travel within the outline, constructing energy circuits one by one.

Constructing energy circuits is much more difficult than outlining their contours, because each circuit has fixed requirements for the flow rate and frequency of spiritual energy.

Too fast or too slow is not good; it must be kept precisely within a specific frequency range.

Lynn's mental threads weaved through the outline, like an embroidery needle weaving through fabric, stitch by stitch, creating an intricate network.

He didn't know how much time he had spent. In the nightmare world, the sense of time was very vague; it might have been several hours, or it might have been only a dozen minutes.

When the last energy loop was completed, the entire structure of the model was fully presented in his consciousness space.

The six-pointed star slowly rotates in the center, with seven arcs flowing around it alternately. Dozens of energy loops intertwine and shuttle within it, like a sophisticated mechanical device, with each component waiting for the final step—activation!

Lynn adjusted his breathing, then mobilized all his mental energy, condensing it into a powerful pulse, and slammed it towards the newly built sorcery model.

Bang!

Buzz!

It started with a sound like an explosion, followed by a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the space of consciousness.

The model trembled violently under the impact of the pulse, the light of the six-pointed star flickered, and the seven arcs began to twist and tremble, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Lynn gritted his teeth and poured his mental energy into the model to maintain its stability.

The trembling lasted for about three breaths.

Then, everything returned to calm.

The six-pointed star began to rotate steadily, its arcs and energy loops operating at a fixed frequency, and the entire model emitted a soft and stable cyan light.

It worked!

The sorcery model of Wind Blade Technique was successfully constructed in his consciousness space.

Lynn opened his eyes, which shimmered with a faint blue light in the gray mist.

He raised his right hand, and with a thought, the model in his consciousness space was instantly activated. A compressed wind blade condensed in his palm, formless and intangible, yet one could feel its sharp cutting power.

With a simple wave of his hand, this wind blade could slice through any wooden or leather object within a two-meter radius.

But this is not enough.

He also wants to create a second magic trick, the lightness technique.

Lynn didn't rest. Taking advantage of his good condition, he closed his eyes and began to construct a magical model of the Lightness Technique in his consciousness space.

The Lightness Technique is much simpler than the Wind Blade Technique, with only three spiral paths and a core node, making it a level less difficult to construct.

With his experience with Wind Blade Technique, Lynn's process of developing Lightness Technique went remarkably smoothly.

Outlining, filling loops, and activating the model—all done in one smooth motion.

When he opened his eyes, the model of the Lightness Technique was already operating stably in his consciousness space, arranged side by side with the model of the Wind Blade Technique, without interfering with each other.

Two zero-ring tricks were completed overnight.

Lynn clenched his fist, sensing the two sorcery models in his consciousness space, and a smile appeared on his lips.

As the morning bells rang, Lynn emerged from the nightmare world and opened his eyes to see the faint light and shadows on the ceiling.

It was already daylight.

But Lynn soon sensed something was wrong.

There was no amber on his pillow.

Normally, Amber would wake up before him every morning, then squat by his pillow, poke his face with her little finger, and urge him to get up and do chores.

But today, my pillow is empty.

"amber?"

Lynn sat up and looked around.

Then he felt a slight itch on his scalp, as if something had moved in his hair.

He reached out and touched something soft and small.

Lynn pulled the little thing out of her hair and found Amber curled up, hugging her knees, the whole fairy trembling.

Her face was pale, and her large, dark green eyes were filled with obvious terror.

"Amber? What's wrong?"

Seeing Amber's appearance, Lynn carefully placed her in his palm.

Amber looked up and saw Lynn. Her eyes immediately reddened, and her voice trembled with tears.

"Amber...Amber heard a noise last night..."

"Right beneath your breeding room..."

"There were many faint sounds, like something was digging a hole, and..."

Amber's voice grew softer and softer, filled with an overwhelming sense of fear.

"And Amber has a feeling... that thing is somewhere under your bed."