Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

The solution, of course, is to use the body of this flying stick to exchange for three other flying sticks.

This is somewhat risky. After all, these three are more mobile and may not share the prey equally. Furthermore, the varying degrees of poisoning they experience later could make it difficult to treat them all at once.

And they might just run away.

If you decide to gamble, you'll most likely have to hand over the flying stick you already have.

"Ruby, let them eat freely. The toxins will spread among their population, and then..."

Lynn stood inside the door, less than a meter away from the creature that was in a daze from the poison.

Ruby realized that Lynn wanted to maximize the cannibalistic nature of the flying sticks.

Use this highly poisoned creature as efficient bait to catch other flying rods.

This is somewhat risky.

But Ruby didn't say a word.

A wizard who lacks the admirable quality of greed cannot go far.

Such a brilliant idea, and it yields high returns.

She went with him!

The struggle for survival is incredibly brutal. Those who cannot adapt should leave the game immediately.

……

Just as Lynn had expected, the three flying sticks stared at each other warily at the doorway, slowly approaching their own kind, which was already extremely weak.

The finest food in the Flying Stick's menu, the flesh and blood of its own kind, was laid bare before them.

How can they resist something that usually requires a struggle and great risk to obtain?

Three worms spat on the ground, as if marking this place where fast-eating worms would grow.

If there were an Eden for flying sticks, this would probably be it: the temperature is just right, and there's food readily available.

They smelled the grass by the rocks, a giant blue-light bath, which was a mix of meat and vegetables.

Fight for it!

We must fight for it.

It wasn't just for the guy hanging from the roof beam, but also for this precious land that stood firm against the cold wind.

The first flying stick lunged at its prey.

Its body flickered, and blue-white arcs of electricity, the same as those on its body, emerged from between its mouthparts.

The second and third ones didn't back down either. They slashed in from the side, their hairy chests and bellies pressing hard against the head-thorax junction of the first one.

The overturned stick tumbled in the mud. Flashes of electricity crackled as it kicked and thrashed about.

Ruby said:

"Twisting its abdomen and contracting its pectoral muscles to dodge—all adult electric worms have mastered this technique."

As they spoke, the flying sticks were already facing each other again.

The use of flying sticks has evolved into a method of subconsciously dodging attacks in high-speed combat.

Lynn suddenly understood why the flying stick was eaten shortly after it flew off the shore that day.

Their attack methods against each other are incredibly cunning.

Because of their extremely high speed, units that were originally high-attack and low-defense have all become high-attack and high-survivability units.

Unless there's a significant difference in their physical condition, neither side can really do anything to the other. Their mutual attacks will gradually escalate into a prolonged stalemate, which is far too inefficient.

But if you can just pick up what's readily available, all these problems disappear.

Lynn felt it was time to give them a little stimulation.

He said to Ruby, "Ruby, tighten it."

Then, he stretched out his vines and wrapped them around the middle of the unfortunate creature's body, like gripping a saw, and sawed the flying stick's body from side to side.

The vine fibers rubbed against the carapace, making a rough rustling sound. The worm offered no resistance, and after about five minutes, the lower third of the worm's body segments were severed.

The three worms stopped moving almost simultaneously. Their heads turned sharply toward the roof beam, toward the broken segment of their bodies.

A strong, pungent aroma, mixed with the mineral scent of high-energy soil, permeated the air.

Delicious, without a doubt.

Moreover, it seemed to have some flavors I'd never tasted before.

They seemed to have reached some kind of agreement, and together they rushed towards what the guy hanging from the roof beam had dropped.

The speed of these flying sticks became much slower in the cold.

"Hiss!"

The first one bit into that segment, its mouthparts embedding deeply into the gaps in its shell, and swallowed it without much chewing, tilting its head back.

The second and third, being slower, each swallowed the high-energy soil from the ground, their mouthparts scraping across the mud like shovels, sending the glittering particles along with the mud and water into their mouths.

After a small moment of satisfaction.

The three worms began their second round of competition.

Meanwhile, Ruby and Lynn, inside the gate, were already overjoyed.

All three were poisoned.

The rest is just a matter of time.

Lynn was still worried about how to deal with the flying sticks.

...

Twenty-five minutes later, the three worms became noticeably sluggish. Their body segments began to move haltingly. The electric light also dimmed considerably, continuing to glow listlessly.

But in their frenzy, they completely forgot that they were essentially creatures with little protection.

Because the lightning dimmed, and without armor, the rough attacks—the collisions and bites—that should have been easily dodged, actually began to work.

Ruby patted Lynn on the shoulder: "They're not used to dodging attacks from their own kind at low speeds. It seems that under normal circumstances, they would try to avoid conflict with their own kind when the temperature is low."

Lynn's gaze was fixed on the three worms.

Seemingly realizing that their condition was deteriorating rapidly, the three flying sticks suddenly stopped moving.

They stopped attacking each other, and then they turned around together, their mouthparts aimed at the remaining two-thirds of their kind.

Finish eating first, then continue the battle.

Three flying rods attacked simultaneously. They held nothing back, channeling all their remaining electricity into their bodies, the lightning coalescing, and their speed increased dramatically in the rain.

Ruby paused for a moment.

"Will this really work?"

The three worms were locked in a fierce battle, and neither could gain the upper hand.

But in terms of speed, one of them was significantly faster.

Lynn looked at the flying sticks, which, although explosive, were not particularly fast, and changed his mind once again.

Given the vitality of the flying stick, the one on the roof beam is probably still alive.

Since the others are already so weak, why sacrifice it?

Of the four flying sticks, must one be discarded?

Not

He doesn't accept

His choice was to have it all.

Lynn ripped open the latch, pulled the rope at the door, and the palm-sized throwing stick fell into Lynn's hand.

next second.

Lynn suddenly swung out the bait potato noodles, drawing all their attention to himself.

At the same time, silently recite

"Entwined by vines."

"Entwined by vines."

"Entwined by vines."

The third vine coiled up along their segments, tightening its grip and binding the three flying sticks tightly to the ground.

Two have already been subdued, but the other one seems unwilling to submit and is trying to break free.

Seeing this, Ruby quickly stepped forward, aimed at the one struggling the most, raised her palm, and whispered:

"cold."

The cold slowly caused all the worms to lose their resistance. The scene suddenly became cold.

Lynn grabbed the biggest one.

[Selected: Electric Worm (Magic-Rich Species)]

[Whether they coexist]

He silently recited in his heart

"yes!"