Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

"Wizard's Navigation Guide reminds you that you have deviated from your course."

"Current coordinates: Dune Planet 08-23, 23°N, E——"

Joe took a few seconds to confirm that the communicator was still intact before he felt slightly relieved.

He then immediately checked how many of his body parts were still functional.

My hands, forearms, and shoulders are mobile; my upper body is fine.

My heart is still beating steadily, and there's nothing wrong with it.

Apart from a little internal bleeding, his internal organs were almost unaffected and he was perfectly stable.

So he decided to stand up and walk around.

It was a good idea, but as he propped himself up, leaning against the wreckage of the airship, and bent over to stand up...

He fell to the ground, unable to even move, as the icy river water poured directly into his mouth.

He immediately understood: he was paralyzed; although his thigh was still there, it was no longer part of his life.

The magical organs on the inside of his thighs were still providing a steady stream of magic, but his thigh nervous system was no longer connected to his brain.

The lingering connection made his mind exceptionally clear.

This damned clarity left him no room for self-deception.

Grass.

Why not just let him die? Or at least live a complete life.

Why did you have to leave him half-dead?

When the goddess of fate plays a small joke, it can become an unbearable burden on a person's head.

This wasn't the first time Joe had opened his eyes since the plane crash, but it was definitely the most painful one for him.

When I first woke up, things weren't so bad. The two wizard apprentices were still there. They were sorting through the potions and tools that had fallen from the wreckage. Because they had prepared in advance, their movements weren't slowed down by the lack of oxygen, and although they were seriously injured, they had a chance to recover within two weeks with the help of the potions.

In his dazed state, he heard them saying "abandon the mission" and "return to base immediately".

The two even planned to take him with them, fearing punishment from the wizarding world. This is the bond of the wizarding world.

Before his consciousness slipped back into darkness, he still felt he could return to his home planet.

Then, Meimei takes on an even bigger debt and lives a stable but dignified life.

But when I woke up the second time, everything had changed, completely changed.

The two wizard apprentices were attacked and were in much worse condition. Since they were evenly matched, neither of them could control the other, and they started fighting amongst themselves.

Then Joe passed out again.

He woke up again now. He was all alone.

The only good news is that because lightning occurs more frequently on this plateau, the oxygen content in the river depression where he stayed is relatively sufficient.

Perhaps that's how he was able to wake up.

Joe lay on his back in the wet mud of the depression, staring at the gray sky above, feeling that his life was at an extremely absurd juncture.

What should we do?

The magical organs on her thighs continued to supply magical energy, and it wouldn't be long before her thighs were burst from the uncontrollable magical energy.

The problem is even more pressing than the flying stick issue.

He had to make a choice.

Just like his predecessors who explored the world.

Joe took a deep breath and raised his right hand.

He pressed his fingertips to his thigh, gritted his teeth, and concentrated a spell to decompose microscopic objects.

That was an introductory spell from the Alchemy Academy, which he usually used to cheat and steal materials from the academy.

Now..

Surprisingly, it became a life-saving tool.

How ironic.

He frowned, and then the colorless light source slowly shrank to the size of a sesame seed.

He draped it over his cold thigh, trembling.

"Since you're affecting my survival, then I'll cut you off!"

..

With a loud bang.

He removed both of their thighs.

Qiao was sweating profusely and took a breath.

He removed two pulsating alchemical muscles from the inside of his thigh, separated them from his thigh, tucked them under his armpits, and used the wizard's hand to throw himself onto the high ground.

Before him lay layers upon layers of mountains, and in the distance, gleaming flying rods. He calmly wandered about without using the Wizard's Hand.

The wizard civilization is a civilization of explorers.

Explorers never die from passively waiting.

He must either live or die in the last moment of his struggle.

Therefore, he knew he had to go downstream!

So, what method should we use?

……

countercurrent.

The word sounds heroic.

But romanticism can't put food on the table, and Lynn's decision was made out of necessity.

With the river drying up on all sides and only one relatively calm river remaining, they had no other choice.

The problem is that, although the river appears calm, its current makes it more difficult than he anticipated.

The further upstream you go, the more pronounced the rise in the riverbed becomes. As the worms swim in the river, they are constantly bumped by small stones, causing them to stumble backward one after another.

If a chain reaction occurs and the noise is too great, the entire vehicle will suddenly lurch downwards.

"Hold on, guys!"

Ruby had already removed the wheels, and the empty axles were placed directly on two simple metal plates.

She rubbed her hands together and muttered something.

"Fortunately, those selected are all elites."

To be wary of possible flying sticks, she had already grabbed her oxygen tank, stopped warming herself, and was ready to fight at any moment.

Lynn, on the other hand, kept his entire body covered in large algae and sulfur algae. In such a dangerous situation, he had to keep his flying stick at its peak as well.

Lynn replied

"Including us."

Ruby Road

"That's right."

The two continued upwards.

..

The higher the rain goes, the colder it gets.

With each small increase in altitude, the river water gets colder.

Fortunately, the worms were almost all covered with thick cilia, and their massive muscle groups could still maintain their rhythm at low temperatures. The cycle of contraction and relaxation did not slow down significantly, and the temperature was still within their tolerance range.

Ruby figured out the reason.

They've been trained in the "freezing chamber," just like muscular giants trained in the "gravity chamber."

It's in excellent condition despite this level of low temperature.

However, the flying stick is different.

They're naturally afraid of the cold. Especially Ruby's, who doesn't dare get too close to Lynn's.

Although it floats in the air and is not directly immersed in the cold river water, it still loses 20% to 30% of its speed.

This slowdown is significant, but it's good news for Lynn.

On the one hand, for wild flying rods that need to dive at high speed to catch prey, this loss means a narrower attack window and a lower hit rate.

The probability of being attacked by a companion is also increasing.

His elite flying sticks can out-damage opponents with sheer numbers.

On the other hand, in theory, wild flying rods should not appear on a large scale in areas where predation efficiency is greatly reduced and the level of threat is greatly increased.

He shouldn't be in much danger.

However, as he drove carefully, he saw several slender, gray-blue figures gleaming on the water not far upstream.

He knew he was wrong.

Throwing sticks. At least three.

They did fly slower than usual, but their numbers were by no means small.

However, this is not much of a threat.

Just then, Ruby poked her head out and called out to Lynn.

"Lynn, watch out!"