Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

The symbiotic lamb was rising and falling gently. Its warm body wrapped around Lynn's arm.

If not deliberately manipulated, it will obediently lie dormant in the biceps brachii.

According to Aigard's instructions, once Lynn is injured, it will simultaneously repair the damaged part by working along the veins and the surface of the body.

However, it is only so big, and it is completely helpless against even slightly larger injuries.

Expecting it to be useful in battle is probably the same as expecting a band-aid to stop a fatal wound.

Hearing a question from the crowd, Lynn simply concealed it, lowered her head, and looked in the direction of the voice at the senior sitting on the stone steps.

However, the other person didn't seem to be talking to him.

The senior student on the stone steps in front of the stall was shaking uncontrollably, looking around anxiously.

He wanted to find some more powerful sellers, but he couldn't find any. He had no choice but to continue dealing with the pale-faced boy in front of him.

"Young man, want a bit?" The senior tapped the edge of the stool, his smile warm. "I can tell you're about to reach 0.01% magic power and become a full-fledged wizard apprentice. Want some?"

"Hmm, me?...I don't know."

As we all know, the human body contains many non-biological parts, such as dead keratinocytes and body fluids.

Body fluids are the foundation for maintaining human life activities and cell metabolism.

If bodily fluids could be replaced with a more potent substrate, it would be equivalent to an aircraft carrier switching from electromagnetic to nuclear power.

It's only natural that magic power would increase.

But when Lynn heard that it could only help trainees advance to the apprentice level, he was slightly disappointed. He let out a soft sigh and lost interest in listening further. What good was 0.01 at most? There should be similar things around.

Lynn looked around.

This place, though called a black market, is incredibly bustling.

There was absolutely no hint of a clandestine transaction.

Neatly arranged shops lined the street, with people coming and going. Every now and then, aircraft would land on the edge of the black market, and students dressed in various costumes would file out of the spaceships.

Even a fool would think that this black market was a product of the academy's deliberate planning.

Lynn stood in front of the alchemy academy senior's stall, took a deep breath of the air mixed with the smells of the crowd, and a hint of anticipation unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

The black market was far more bustling than the academy itself. People came here not only to buy and sell goods, but also to find a place to socialize.

What can be said openly and honestly, is said here. What cannot be said, is also said here.

No wonder, even though the academy provides its apprentices with a formal shopping system, the students still prefer to shop offline.

Lynn pondered this, then began to observe the people nearby again, such as the boy in front of the stall.

What caught his attention was that the pale-faced boy's ten fingers were carefully wrapped up.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that some kind of monster had been transplanted onto his fingernails—a colorful, transparent carapace monster that had eaten the very top part of his nails that should have been trimmed off anyway.

It goes without saying that minimally invasive surgery with this level of damage can only bring about a very low level of magical enhancement.

Although it is not harmful to the human body, the boy was most likely deceived.

To be able to sense magic during such a minor surgery is quite an extraordinary talent. This junior seems completely unaware of his own talent.

The boy hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke: "Excuse me... how many magic stones will this cost?"

"Twenty-one, dear junior." The senior's smile remained unchanged. "If you don't have enough magic stones, give me your student ID. Let me introduce you to the loan institution within our Alchemy Academy."

"If you need it right now—" he lowered his voice slightly, "I can get a professional to give you a blood transfusion right now."

Lynn stood in the sunlight, gazing at the alchemy academy senior who was talking non-stop.

"Don't listen to him, junior!" a voice suddenly interrupted. "This color can only replace exposed cerebrospinal fluid!"

"Huh? Senior, what is exposed cerebrospinal fluid?"

"It's just snot. It's just snot—this worm is completely useless now. You should go find a worm that can replace blood and lymph fluid."

Humoral parasites are indeed a good thing.

Lynn thought to herself.

But if the effect is really that significant, why doesn't this stall owner use it himself?

So that's where the trap was.

"Are you trying to cause trouble? Do you think my method is ineffective? Open your eyes and look closely, its activity level is as high as a little pig. It's just useless because it's disgusting!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening, but the fight between the two apprentices had not yet stopped.

"Heh! So what if it works? I don't even use it myself! Yet I dare to sell it to my apprentices."

The two argued more and more fiercely, and the scene suddenly became quite lively.

The young trainees were reminded that the apprentices' methods were very powerful, and the alchemy senior was no pushover either.

He immediately pulled a large needle from the small freezer behind him.

The onlookers had already retreated.

Lynn took a step back and then noticed that the label on the syringe, which originally read "estradiol solvent," had been torn off.

He silently took another step back, moving away from the stall.

This alchemy academy is really something else.

If this injection gets into your body, it could have a significant impact.

He didn't want to be injected with some unknown hormones for no reason.

"Did you see this medal of mine?" The senior student raised his chin. "It's been maintaining a world in synchronous orbit for three whole years, and it's just returned. I'm furious right now."

"In that case, let's duel."

"Come on! Let's duel! Let's duel!"

……

Under the sunlight, Lynn avoided conflict and walked through the streets of the black market.

He considers himself a normal person. At most, he's a bit efficient. At most, he's occasionally a little arrogant.

At least that's what he thinks. As for what others think, that's none of his business.

Honestly, the air outside is so fresh. If he hadn't fallen asleep in the fertilizer-laden harbor, he probably would have come out to bask in the sun long ago.

He shook his head slightly, enjoying the sunlight and the evenly balanced air. He thought silently...

"It would be great if we could gain something more."

He followed the crowd deeper into the black market.

The further you go in, the higher the quality of the goods you find. There's no reason to linger at the entrance for too long.

His goal was also very clear.

For example, the fluid parasites in blood or lymph that the apprentice just mentioned.

He admired the scenery as he searched ahead.

The roadside signs were covered with all sorts of things—

"How can you cherish your time with Ironman? Buy our materials!"

"A Few Things About the Iron Dentist and the Lizardman Wizard"

...

Many trainees recognized him along the way.

Some of them possessed an aura far surpassing that of the alchemy student from before.

However, the apprentices were much calmer than the regular trainees.

Even if they recognized him, they would only pat him on the shoulder discreetly.

"How civilized," Lynn thought to himself, as he wandered around until he arrived at a small shop with a mimicry character sticking out its tongue displayed at the entrance.

"Sir, what would you like to buy?"