Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

Chapter 79 Overt and covert fighting

Sylder was a repeat offender, a fact recorded in the detention center's logbook. In his first month, he had committed more disciplinary infractions than all the other inmates combined. He attempted to bribe guards, got into arguments with other prisoners during exercise time, and raised carrion fly larvae without permission, creating a strange stench everywhere. Jasper had no patience for him.

"Shild!" Jasper shouted.

Jasper didn't even need to lift a finger.

A visible blue arc of electricity shot out from the wall and struck Sylder's wrist precisely.

Sylder stepped back, flicked his wrist, and looked in the mirror with a normal expression.

Lynn shifted his gaze from the mirror to the prisoner information screen embedded in the wall.

Sylder, a third-level wizarding apprentice, specializes in the breeding and manipulation of carrion flies, and possesses at least two mid-to-long-range attack methods utilizing magical flies. Documented methods include: swarms of putrefactive flies (mass biting, inflicting putrefactive toxins) and parasitic flies (laying eggs on the target's body surface; the larvae continuously drain the host's magic after hatching).

Purely human meditation method.

The record notes show that he underwent an xenotransplant surgery to increase his chances of learning before being promoted to the third level of apprentice, and then removed the organ himself.

Lynn continued reading.

[Note] This employee has a strong ability to adapt to different environments and has volunteered to participate in high-risk environmental tasks; the motive is unclear.

He seems to be quite upright?

Flies, peas, and spotted fish are the most common organisms used in genetics-related experiments at the college.

A third-level apprentice skilled in training carrion flies must have quite a background.

Seeing that Lynn and Aigard remained silent, Jasper took the initiative to explain: "Using minor spells is normal. We give them breathing room and let them expend their excess energy internally, so that our management will be less troublesome."

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He didn't flinch when he said this, clearly believing it was a scientific management method. Lynn stared at Sylder on the other side of the mirror, who was sitting cross-legged on his bunk, casually scratching the back of his head with the hand that had been shocked by the electric shock.

Seemingly noticing Lynn's gaze, Sylder raised his eyes and gave that ambiguous smile again.

He seemed to have something to say.

"—Senior," Lynn turned to Jasper, "let me ask him alone."

Jasper paused for a moment, and Lynn also said to Aigard, "Professor."

Aigard glanced at Lynn.

Lynn performed steadily throughout, and his strength had reached the level of a third-level apprentice. He wouldn't make any mistakes when facing a third-level apprentice who was restricted by the suppression device.

"Can."

"Bang!"

The iron gate closed.

The lights in the interrogation room remained as steady as ever.

In the center of the room is a fixed table with an obsidian top, and on each side of the table is an iron chair.

This was the first time in the interrogation room that prisoners had been allowed to question each other.

"It's really a strange experience."

""

Lynn didn't like pretending to be a big shot, but he needed to make use of his position. Making the most of what you have is the key to survival.

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Sylder was brought in by the administrator. His hands were not shackled, but within the range of the restraint device, whether or not he was shackled was not very meaningful.

He casually sat down opposite Lynn and tilted his chair back.

After the door closed, only the two of them remained in the interrogation room.

Sylder spoke first: "I have a big shot backing me. Even if I embezzle such a huge amount of money, you can't do anything to me."

""

Lynn didn't respond. The amount didn't matter to her at all.

He knew this was a test.

Judging from the notes, Sylder is a normal person.

Since Sylder initiated the conflict, he must want to gain something from this meeting.

Lynn is not currently a prisoner, and he can get up and leave the interrogation room at any time.

He had complete control.

Lynn stared at the other person, his expression as calm as a stagnant pool.

A minute passed.

Two minutes passed.

Sylder fiddled with his fingernails, and a large piece of red nail was broken off.

He scratched his head, looking somewhat impatiently at the seemingly indifferent man in front of him.

He had seen all sorts of interrogators—the furious, the blustering, the persuasive—but this young apprentice doing nothing, just sitting there, made him very uncomfortable.

Lynn was right.

Sylder provoked Lynn because he smelled the "carrion" on Lynn.

He had thought it was someone from the academy who had come to help, but now it seemed to be just an ordinary apprentice.

But medals?

Sylder examined Lynn's medals carefully.

First-Class Apprentice Medal

Sylder hesitated slightly.

Is the man in front of me only at level one?

"Don't you want to know what I want you to do? One of those third-level apprentices is not normal."

Lynn's pupils contracted slightly.

Sure enough, this punitive expedition team was different from the regular teams.

Lynn quickly adjusted her judgment in her mind.

However, the current Sylder is also quite strange.

His motive for revealing this information was suspicious. Lynn didn't think he could be completely trusted.

"How abnormal is it? Tell me," Lynn said calmly. "Maybe I can help you. Maybe we'll be in the same boat then?"

"In the same boat?"

Sylder tacitly agreed. He closed his eyes in thought, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and said slowly, "If we were on the same boat, First-Class Apprentice Lynn, you should be the one asking me for help."

"Silder," Lynn's voice remained calm, "you know what? Vultures and hyenas are always docile in front of lions."

Sylder's expression changed slightly, but he quickly covered it up with a big smile.

The other person was mocking him as a vulture that eats carrion.

The other person thought he was afraid of lions in a crowd?

Damn it, he guessed right.

"I am just a weak, pitiful, and helpless third-level wizard apprentice. What can I do in the face of a great figure like you? Besides, as you said, I am quite afraid of those people inside."

Lynn realized that the other person hadn't finished speaking.

"Shild," Lynn interrupted his performance, "you understand your situation, so you should tell the whole story."

,"but.."

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"But it seems you didn't listen to a word I said."

As the two were talking, a flying insect smaller than a mosquito crawled out from a crack under the obsidian table and flew up.

Its flight was completely directional, wobbling aimlessly in the air.

Lynn sensed it. It was a variant of a carrion fly larva, a creature known to cause harm upon contact and posing a significant danger to unsuspecting apprentices.

But Lynn didn't rush to make a move.

Because Sylder's eyes remained calm and even somewhat expectant. He didn't care about being exposed; he just wanted to see Lynn's methods.

Lynn silently recited it in his heart.

"Growth".

On the table, a small clump of almost invisible black mycelium peeked out from the folds of Lynn's sleeve and spread along the table.

With a soft hiss, the mycelium of the little black sheep wrapped around the approaching fly, its fine black antennae enveloping the fly's wings and abdomen, firmly fixing it three centimeters from Lynn's arm.

[Magic Erosion: Continuously erodes the matter in the area it touches, causing damage over a small area.]

A fly with magical powers is trapped.

The body is being dismembered.

So easy?

Sylder raised an eyebrow.

Slightly surprised.

He sensed it.

However, this was not his real attack.

The carrion fly's magical output continued to rise, while the little black sheep's mycelium tightened continuously.

Sylder licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. This was just a test; he had more to hide.

"Try this."

""

A red aura emanated from beneath Sylder's nose, standing out vividly in the dim light.

The magic snaked its way toward Lynn, trying to bypass the mycelium's defenses and directly invade Lynn's forehead.

The red, magical tendrils slowly approached Lynn's brow and then stopped.

The outcome is decided.

Sylder withdrew his magic, and the red mark below his nostril paused.

The apprentice had absolutely no way to deal with his spell, let alone the third-level apprentice hiding in the crowd.

However, Sylder is kind-hearted, and as long as Lynn doesn't make any rash moves, nothing will happen.

He leaned back in his chair and remained silent for a moment.

I felt somewhat disappointed.

"I won. Let me go back; you can't help me. If you still have doubts, I can tell you directly to save you time."

""

"What?"

"Among those Level 3 apprentices, one harbors a hidden harmful creature. However, before he awakens, no one knows where he is. When we get to that world, we'll need to deal with him first."

Lynn frowned, a look he hadn't shown in a long time. "Peculiar creatures? There were actually some that slipped through the net?"

Sylder stood at the door and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, I won this round. You and I know what I just said; you can't possibly counter this spell."

"My parasitic flies can break through magical defenses. At this distance, no matter what spell you use, it's impossible to stop them."

""

Sylder's news was quite surprising. Lynn shook his head. Did he need to prepare to block a spell with a power similar to that of a flying stick?

"I don't think so, Sylder."

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The next second, Edranorus, blue light algae, and sweat bugs all appeared on his forehead.

The moment the red magic touched the Edranor grass blessed by the sweat bug, it evaporated with a sizzling sound.

Lynn's size slowly increased.

Sylder turned around abruptly.

"How is that possible!"

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