Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

The next day at noon, sunny.

The azure sky was clearly visible.

In front of the neat shack, Ruby used the stones she had polished over the past few days to build several walls to enclose the house, creating a spacious back garden between the red rock and the shack.

She enclosed the sand inside, then covered it with a layer of fertilizer and silt, planted a large blue algae to stabilize the soil, and that was it.

She rubbed her arm, muttered "Continue," and then mustered all her strength to build a drainage ditch for the stone house.

The construction of canals and gardens was certainly not a matter of leisurely pursuits. It was driven by considerations of maximizing the probability of survival.

In Lynn's words, the spaceship was in a state of flux, both arriving and not arriving.

Whether they come or not, we can only wait and see.

Ruby took a sip of water and rested for about ten minutes.

She began to manipulate the worms in the sink, which she had categorized according to their growth stages.

The increasingly dense cilia made her sigh.

Based on basic worm behavior, worms are extremely adaptable. The growth of thicker and denser cilia is most likely an adaptation to some possible extreme environment.

Tsk tsk, this is not a good thing.

She pursed her lips.

So, what will happen?

Ruby possesses a comprehensive knowledge base, but as a second-level wizarding apprentice, her breadth and depth of knowledge are insufficient, making her somewhat lacking in predictive abilities.

She pinched the back of her head, which was throbbing intensely from the spell, and lowered her head to relieve the pressure.

In the tank, worms gurgled and gurgled, and the gas was sorted and collected into a special storage device.

The pattern of the sound gave Ruby some clues.

Suddenly, the sound of a whip cracking came from outside the door.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Lynn whipped the worms' backs with vines, and the worms pulled a small cart of ripe potatoes to the door.

*Sizzle. Sizzle.*

The worms chirped merrily as they burrowed into the soil.

"Guys, we're here. Stop now."

Ruby came over to help, grabbing the worms by the neck and feeding them one by one into the incubator.

"It seems we've had a good harvest."

"Yes."

Lynn retracted the vines and noticed that Ruby's movements toward the worms were more casual than before.

Perhaps he was happy? Lynn didn't know, so he pushed the potato inside the door.

Ruby leaned against the door, swung her arms, and smiled as she said to Lynn, "We can change things up a bit."

Lynn nodded.

The Wizard's Hand is more flexible to use, but it is more burdensome than the vines.

Ruby's exhaustion at this moment is likely largely due to magic. She put a lot of effort into building the new testing station.

So Lynn didn't think much of it and followed Ruby inside.

..

The midday sun reflected off the reddish-brown soil.

Inside the bright room, the two finished tidying up their belongings and sat down.

Just like the past ten nights.

Ruby gathered magic in her palm and let out a soft breath.

"flame."

A flame lazily leaped out, and the air became a little warmer.

As was customary, Lynn brought over the hydrogen lamp.

Ruby was clearly taken aback.

She probably forgot that she had already lit the hydrogen lamp and subconsciously used a fire spell.

She sighed and composed herself.

He urged, "Lynn, I've made a new discovery."

"A new discovery?"

"Yes, and this discovery requires us to go out, so we need to eat quickly."

"I'm afraid there won't be enough time."

Lynn Way

"No problem."

The two of them silently started roasting potatoes.

The potato slices sizzled in the hot oil.

Because of fatigue, conversations at noon are usually very short.

If we're going out together this afternoon, it's better to rest a bit more.

Therefore, the two remained silent for a long time, maintaining a tacit understanding.

Lynn placed the fried potato slices on a metal plate that had been taken from the airship and pushed it between the two of them.

The special potatoes cultivated in this wizarding world not only grow quickly, but also have a first-class taste and texture.

Every bite of the roasted potato is filled with a subtle creamy flavor.

Lynn had a whole truckload of these potatoes.

Ruby hummed a little tune as she stuffed a potato into her mouth.

Her swaying legs revealed her joy.

Lynn continued frying and roasting potatoes; if spices were available on this planet, he would have preferred boiled potatoes.

Just the creamy flavor alone makes it easy to imagine how delicious it would be to slice it and add it to soup.

Ruby didn't say anything, but sometimes not commenting is also a form of comment.

..

After eating until she was almost full, Ruby wiped her mouth.

She dropped her relaxed expression, furrowed her brows slightly, and coughed, covering her mouth.

She said, "The worms' cilia are starting to lengthen. Based on my knowledge, I guess they need to protect themselves from the cold. So, it's possible that a cold snap is coming."

"I want to go outside and collect some data about the cave entrance. Come with me."

Because of the angle, Lynn was facing the insulated box inside the room when Ruby said this.

The temperature inside the refrigerator was lower than outside. The worm larvae and those that were not fully developed huddled in the low temperature, and their bodies were indeed covered with a layer of fine blue fuzz.

However, compared to the cold wave that did not arrive.

Isn't the refrigerator right in front of us a more direct reason?

Lynn couldn't help but kick her legs, finally finding a comfortable position to stretch out.

I ran into Ruby again, her eyes filled with seriousness.

Ignoring the impact of the refrigerator, the cause is directly attributed to the cold wave.

It can only be said that Ruby's scientific literacy needs improvement.

Worms, being primitive organisms, likely grow thick cilia in the refrigerator to help them sleep better.

It seems there's nothing to take seriously?

Lynn put down her plate, and the blue algae reached out to wipe the corner of her mouth, taking away the oil stains, and made a sound.

This wilderness survival isn't about fighting and killing. To maintain team harmony, Ruby is more professional, Lynn replied after thoughtful consideration.

"From an efficiency standpoint, it is indeed worth noting."

"So, should we give them a haircut and shave them, or collect their fur?"

Ruby shook her head. She patted her bottom, stood up, and poked the pool directly with her right hand.

A string of bubbles rose to the surface of the water, and the worm struggled briefly at the bottom.

She pulled an adult worm out of the water, water droplets dripping from its hydrophobic hairs.

She held the worm up to Lynn.

"Lynn, look at this one. Doesn't it look familiar? You raised it; it was a worm that was left outside."

Lynn still didn't react.

He was skeptical of Ruby's words; only a few days had passed since Ruby's plane crash, and she couldn't even learn advanced mathematics in that time.

Does that make me a master in the field of electric worms?

Wormology is amazing.

Lynn wouldn't remember how many slices of bread she ate.

With a scrutinizing attitude, he pinched the worm's damp back and immediately noticed the marks on its body segments where he had previously whipped it with vines.

"Forehead."

It's me, that's right.

Ruby explained

"When worms grow to a certain stage, their social nature and obedience will make them completely compliant. If they are not stimulated, they will safely discharge electricity. Therefore, there is no need to keep them in a heated enclosure; they can be raised outdoors."

"This is the one you raised and kept in the house."

"Haven't you noticed that this guy, who's always lived outside the freezer and never left our house, has also grown fur?"

Lynn suddenly realized. "Could it be...?"

"Yes. Actually, I've been wondering for a while why worm eggs hatch so quickly at low temperatures."