Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

Aigard seemed to be deep in thought before handing over the white mycelial heart.

【Fungal Lamb】

[Features: Can replace receptors for immune rejection buffering]

【Characteristics: Muscle compensation: After long-term cultivation, its tissue can directly replace the host's damaged muscle fibers】

[Symbiotic relationship? Yes/No]

As soon as Lynn took it, the white heart pounded in her hand.

Aigard then spoke,

"The quality and appearance of this batch are top-notch."

He clapped his hands, signaling Melsu to go about her business.

Superior quality naturally means that the effort and magic required are also considerable.

He's been feeling old lately.

Even though I had only worked continuously for 144 hours, I was already feeling a bit tired after handcrafting a tiny living creature.

When he was young, he was never tired.

"This thing was one of the skills I gained when I was promoted. It can protect you if you are injured or need an organ transplant."

Lynn cradled the heart-shaped white organ, the surface of the mycelium feeling slightly cool.

He didn't quite understand why Egard had summoned him.

"That's quite amazing. What do you mean?"

Aigard paused for a moment, then raised his eyelids slightly: Why won't Lynn accept it?

"Young man, don't be so wary. When we get to space, only wizards can truly rely on each other."

"This is a reward for helping me promote it."

Lynn: "Okay, thank you."

Aigard did not continue the topic.

He arrived near the fungal workshop.

Lynn stood calmly and respectfully at the door, waiting for Aigard to speak, shifting his gaze as Aigard paced.

Suddenly, Aigard said, as if it were a casual remark

"Lynn, you seem quite interested in miniature Ironmen."

In that instant, Lynn was almost certain that the old man in front of him was doing it on purpose.

What should have only taken a few minutes to complete, they insisted on waiting until he reached the door before starting the spell.

They could have prepared everything in advance, but they insisted on making him stand by and watch the whole process.

Fungal lambs don't have an expiration date, so why bother?

Lynn coughed.

However, the fungal workshop and those iron men did give him some kind of inspiration that was hard to ignore.

Editing fungi is no easy task.

Judging from Aigard's completely drained appearance just now, it's clear that that ability consumes an astonishing amount of energy from the user.

But if he himself could control it...

"I encountered some miniature Iron Man figures in my dorm. However, Melsu didn't describe their specific appearance."

"That's good, Lynn, come and take a look."

The old man walked to the other side of the room and lifted a gray cloth covering the magic mirror.

The mirror is about an arm's length and width, and the frame is made of some kind of dark alloy that feels cold to the touch.

Lynn leaned closer.

Under the magic mirror, in a pale yellow liquid medium, countless tiny metal figures are attacking each other.

Aigard scratched his head and fanned himself.

Forgetting to pay the little man, he added a tiny bit more nutrient solution to the fungal workshop under the mirror.

That stuff is similar to Joe's nutrient solution.

Then, Lynn saw the miniature iron men clearly through the magic mirror.

Their size varies, but it is kept within the limits that are barely discernible to the naked eye.

Its shape also changes freely over time. One second it is as small as a needle tip, and the next second it expands into a grain of rice.

The magic mirror amplified their sounds. They were very happy.

A tiny figure rolled to the center of the field of vision, with several even smaller companions clinging tightly to its back.

Another tiny creature thrashed about in the liquid, its limbs so thin they were almost invisible.

"Ugh, I'm so tired, I need to eat!"

"The wizard has given us food! Come quickly!"

"Yeast chicken! Come on! I'll catch it—"

"E. coli! Its flagella taste delicious, friends, please help me!"

Several tiny metal figures simultaneously lunged at a slender, constantly twisting structure and began to tear at it frantically.

"Wizard, help me!" The one being attacked rolled over in its struggle and waved its forelimbs toward the mirror. Those forelimbs were so slender that they were almost transparent.

"Oh! There are also paramecia! We can use them to make slippers!" someone chimed in from somewhere.

Lynn stared at the lively and innocent creatures reflected in the mirror.

This is truly a miracle of life.

Such tiny beings, such a chaotic, savage, and voracious way of life.

What drives them?

It's probably magic.

Lynn thought so.

"Isn't it amazing?" Aigard's voice came from the side, carrying a hint of almost imperceptible satisfaction.

"magic."

Lynn reached out and tentatively approached the surface of the magic mirror.

The miniature iron figures in the mirror seemed to be driven away by something extremely foul, retreating in unison. Their metallic bodies collided with each other in the liquid, producing a faint tinkling sound.

"Run! The giant and his behemoth are coming!"

Is this the end of the world?

Several tiny figures who didn't have time to retreat even curled up into a ball, their metallic sheen fading rapidly, and they remained motionless as if dead.

Lynn withdrew her finger.

The little people immediately regained their energy, as if nothing had happened.

Aigard glanced at him but said nothing.

The iron plague virus has been eradicated.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Since you're interested," Aigard suddenly became formal, "I'd like to ask you a favor. In exchange, you can try using the Fungal Workshop to command the Iron Man."

Lynn straightened up: "Professor, please speak."

"Go to the surface, to the Iron Men's former home, and bring back some soil. They miss their home. After all, they were creatures that worked for us; they deserve a reward."

"When?"

Aigard looked at Lynn, who looked puzzled, and added, "The academy requires you to report to another planet within three months. I don't have a strict deadline here; you can choose a time to go yourself."

Lynn nodded.

The old man seemed to recall some noteworthy information and added slowly, "Furthermore, I heard that your teammate Joe is also heading down there in a few days. The Iron Men of the Alchemy Academy need fertile ground too. Although those Iron Men don't get along well with us, you can contact Joe and see if he helps."

Lynn nodded again.

Having a companion is good too.

"I understand, Professor."

He put the lamb into his pocket.

【Fungal Lamb】

[Features: Can replace receptors for immune rejection buffering]

【Characteristics: Muscle compensation: After long-term cultivation, its tissue can directly replace the host's damaged muscle fibers】

[Do they coexist?]

"Yes."

……

Lynn naturally didn't go straight back to her dorm.

He first walked out of the school gate, through the gloomy, rain-threatening woodland, and arrived at the forest on the edge of the college.

There were quite a lot of people in the black market.

As soon as he entered the academy, he saw a senior student from the alchemy academy selling potions.

His subordinates were displaying a snot-shaped monster.

"Want a mimicry species—human bodily fluid form? Replace your blood with this creature, and I guarantee you'll be incredibly strong!"