Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

Lynn and Ruby were both stunned.

This is the result of the rescue we've been desperately waiting for; no one can accept it.

Moreover, the two of them weren't just waiting; they did a lot of things.

They established shelters, completed the initial exploration of the coast, and bred worms.

I've asked for help countless times. I've done almost everything I could.

That's probably why their disappointment was all the more painful.

After a brief silence, Lynn was the first to come to her senses.

They haven't completely failed yet.

The other person is still alive! There's still a chance to save them.

Lynn stood up, moved slightly away from Ruby, took a deep breath, and shouted into the communication device,

"Coastal areas! Alluvial plains, no thunderstorms, please be cautious."

"There is currently enough food."

"Find flat terrain and land immediately!"

"Keep your communication devices intact, and we will try to find you."

..

Repeat it once.

"Keep your communication devices intact, and we will try to find you."

The roles of rescuers and those being rescued can be reversed in an instant.

How ironic.

Lynn frowned slightly, because there was still no word from the other end of the communication device.

Seeing this, Ruby understood. While covering her left ear, she quickly added, "Beware of flying sticks. They frequently appear during thunderstorms...be careful..."

Repeat it once.

"Beware of flying sticks; they frequently appear during thunderstorms... Be careful..."

There was still no reply.

silence.

Still, silence.

The only noise in the room was a harsh, interfering static, a hissing sound.

Lynn wiped the sweat from his brow. Icarus was falling, just like they had fallen back then.

This is no coincidence.

Ruby's face darkened, as if she were recalling something.

Sensing the tense atmosphere inside, Flying Stick 0.67 didn't know whether to be happy or sad, so it shook itself and turned back into its cage.

His social nature told him that it was best not to make a fuss about this.

Ta-da.

Da da

Cold rain and small hailstones fell together.

The air temperature inside and outside dropped sharply.

Disturbed

Nothing outside could capture Ruby's attention.

Ruby exhaled a breath of hot air and slammed her hand on the table.

She had to take action.

"For our own sake, we have to go and rescue them."

The rescuers were also missing, which was bad news for both them and the academy.

The rescue was the right thing to do.

But Lynn glanced outside.

One white hailstone after another pelted down, so dense that the distant coastline was reduced to a blurry white blur.

Should we go for a rescue in this weather?

Go to the rescue?

Where to go?

The other side doesn't even know where they will land.

How did they know?

The hailstones weren't very big, but since they couldn't even fly, running on two legs through the hail for a long time was very dangerous.

We can only wait until the other party survives the plane crash before we can resume contact.

Just like Lynn a few days ago, although he wasn't completely saved either.

Lynn said

"No, there are too many restrictions. We have to wait until they land before we set off."

Ruby sighed, twisted the biscuit into her mouth and ate it, then gulped down some water.

"Eh..."

......

A few minutes later, after discussing it, the two decided to start working on other things first.

Lynn cleaned up the damaged furnace on the spaceship and carried it outside. Hail pelted the furnace walls, clanging and clattering against the metal hull.

It offers no benefit to their survival, so they don't need it for the time being.

Ruby didn't say another word. She turned around, squatted down next to the worm culture tank, and began to methodically induce mating.

Her hands were very steady, a stark contrast to how she had slammed her hand on the table earlier.

The original plan was to take only a portion of the best-developed worms with us on the return trip.

This plan is based on the premise that "we can leave soon".

The current premise does not exist. Their stay will be extended, so the food supply must keep up, and every link that can still produce food must not be wasted.

Lynn stood at the door, closed his eyes, and the hyphae of blue-light algae slowly grew from the top of his head.

He decided to plant potatoes in the cave immediately, even in the face of a small hailstorm.

Time waits for no one...

Crops need time to grow.

……

On the other side, amidst the crisis.

After losing communication, the Icarus airship showed signs of going out of control. It tumbled and plummeted through the dark clouds of a thunderstorm.

The external environment was harsh, and the airship was no better off. Without the protection of magic, every unsecured object inside the ship was flying around aimlessly.

The magical liquid seeped in from the crack and was flung everywhere by inertia.

"The hull is leaking! The hull is leaking! A large amount of magic is leaking out!"

"Activate the magic discharge valve immediately!"

Jeremy clung tightly to the edge of the control panel. He wiped the raindrops from his face with one hand.

This airship was custom-made to protect against lightning, so why, why is it completely ineffective against lightning!

He doesn't understand.

Joe wouldn't joke about his own life. And the ship was indeed protected against lightning strikes.

But why would the pinnacle of wizarding technology be shattered by a mere bolt of lightning?

The wizard's techniques are absolutely reliable, so where exactly did things go wrong?

Strutt pressed his hands to his temples and, from behind the airship, used a spell called "Suggestion" on Joe.

He closed his eyes, trying to wake Joe again.

Joe is right. He's the only alchemist apprentice on this ship.

Engine damage, magic leakage, and hull cracks can only be repaired by him.

Now, Joe is leaning back in his seat, head tilted to one side, motionless amidst the deafening alarms throughout the cabin.

His pupils were unfocused, and his hands were weak.

It showed no reaction to anything around it.

A few seconds later, Stone clutched his chest, his head throbbing with pain, and realized something was wrong.

Hints are useless!

Suggestion is the mildest form of control spell, subtly and unconsciously allowing the target to be controlled by the spellcaster.

Generally speaking, it has the highest success rate among all the spells of the Spiritual Wizard.

More effective control is based on "suggestion".

The implication that the spell did not work means that Joe cannot awaken the spirit with magic.

This is terrible!

Joe's condition is due to a variety of reasons.

He had no choice but to grab the handle in the airship and look at Joe.

Joe's tongue darted out a little from the corner of his mouth.

Because he had accidentally drunk rainwater, Qiao mumbled incoherently.

"Stone, Jeremy, it's a little numb."

"...What?" The geologist was stunned for a moment, his hands trembling as he pressed the control panel.

"It's spicy," Joe asked again. "Is it wasabi?"

"Damn it, it's rainwater... electrified rainwater, pull yourself together!"

Stone shook him three times.

"Joe, Joe, wake up."

He swayed, like a bag of loosely tied potatoes, and slumped to the other side, his head hitting the armrest of the seat, without even raising an eyebrow.

"...It's still vibrating? You guys did a great job, bring it up quickly."

The geologist finally lost his temper and grabbed Joe by the collar.

shock!

What kind of dream is this guy having!

He pulled Joe up from his seat. Joe's head tilted back limply, his eyes still unfocused.

Damn it! The medication was too strong.

"Joe! Joe! Wake up! We need you!"

Joe chuckled.

This is not meant as sarcasm. He was genuinely confused.

The manipulation techniques of the mineral and spiritual wizard had a slight reaction with the alchemical organs within his body.

He has entered a state of confusion.

He could hear sounds and vaguely feel the red lights of the cabin alarms flickering on his eyelids, but it felt like there was an empty space between his brain and body.

Suddenly, the airship began to shake more violently in the air, and the two of them crashed into the hard metal wall above the airship.

Joe shouted

"The food's served! Stone, Jeremy, perk up!"