Wizard: Starting with Symbiosis with Algae

dong dong!

Without any attempt to conceal it, Lynn's size increased. He pushed the interrogation room table against the wall.

Sylder turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with surprise.

Just a moment ago, he was only at level 1, but in such a short time, his magic power level is already quite good, even among level 3 apprentices.

and.

He could see that Lynn's power was increasing wildly, rapidly, and explosively.

While his size increased, there were no abnormalities in his body.

Lynn must have acquired some special meditation technique.

Sylder quickly revised his judgment in his mind.

Meditation techniques that can enlarge the body without revealing any inhuman transformation are rare even in the wizarding world, and each one is passed down in the hands of powerful figures.

The young man in front of him, named Lynn, was stronger than him and had quite a background.

but

"I, Sylder, am not a weakling either."

When two forces clash, the brave one wins!

The spirit of a wizard is one of enterprise.

So what if he's a prisoner? So what if he's in a predicament? He won't back down.

Sylder snorted coldly, his body radiating a violent aura, and as his magic began to circulate, it emitted a putrid stench.

This is both the reason he is hated and his most powerful weapon.

No one can remain sane under such a stench. The magical putrid smell, which burns the trachea when inhaled, is bound to bring Lynn endless pain.

Sylder's face glowed.

The same move, several streaks of light flew out, and the parasitism began!

But only a few seconds later, Lynn's magic power increased once again.

He discovered that a clear river of water had been flowing on Lynn's body for some time now.

Then, grass began to grow, and intricate vines sprouted.

The vines strangled all the parasitic flies.

Based on this strength, Sylder estimated that Lynn was probably a seasoned third-level apprentice who had been immersed in the profession for many years.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have so much magic power.

But this power made him furrow his brow as he discovered something that made him feel ashamed.

Damn it,

Why didn't Lynn use magic to attack him?

Do you feel it's unnecessary?

Lynn strode forward, interrupting all of Sylder's movements. The entangled, woody roots made it even more difficult for him to conjure complex spells.

"Interference ability! How could a wizard transplant a creature with interference ability onto their body?"

Sylder was stunned.

Brilliant ideas, unrestrained imagination

He lost.

I was completely convinced of my defeat.

He lay motionless on the chair.

"You won."

...

He, Sylder, has always respected the strong.

After a moment, he sat down properly and placed his hands on his knees.

"I apologize for my intrusion, Lynn."

Lynn was somewhat pleased with his swollen body.

However, anyone who obtains such surging power would be complacent.

The sweat bugs were most closely related to him, and they grew larger as his body size increased. As for the magic being initially concealed, that was due to the effects of the Edranor plants.

Without careful judgment, or if one's strength far surpasses Lynn's, it would be impossible to tell that Lynn is a level three wizard apprentice.

"Can you tell me now?"

Lynn's voice became deeper as his size increased.

"No problem."

...

Lynn began to shrink, and the magic receded into his body like a receding tide, gradually returning to his normal size. The sweat bug also shrank accordingly.

The two sat facing each other, and Sylder seemed a little flustered.

"What is that thing? Is it something only the two of us could know?" Lynn cut to the chase. "Didn't you report it to the Wizarding World headquarters?"

The wizarding world once had some powerful enemies, and although they were all eliminated, the marks they left on the world were not insignificant.

However, Lynn shook his head slightly.

There are no mystical things in this universe, no evil gods whose names are spread by mere mention of them, and no ancient gods who drive people mad with just a glance.

Those are ghost stories made up by mortals; killing a few people in one go is too childish.

The real enemy is far more terrifying than those, but also far more logical. Take the Iron Plague Virus, for example.

They have either been destroyed, banished and sealed away in unknown corners, or directly utilized by the wizarding world.

If Sylder had encountered something of that caliber, he wouldn't be sitting comfortably in this interrogation room.

To be honest, after calming down a bit, Lynn realized that Sylder's state was a bit like someone shouting "It's the end of the world!" or "The end is near!" when the apocalypse is coming.

If we follow the average diagnostic standards within the detention center and treat delusions as the other person's illness, it seems that everything can be explained.

But is it really that simple?

Seeing his confused expression, Sylder said, "Tell me beforehand if you're coming with us? To that new world? It could be dangerous if it gets out of control. I don't want it falling into the hands of a erratic wizard."

"Yes, I promise," Lynn answered readily.

He wasn't lying.

His mandatory assignment was to travel to the New World with this group of prisoners.

Well, actually, he'll be a prisoner later too.

Prisoners don't lie to other prisoners.

"Then I'll tell you." Sylder licked his dry lips.

"Hurry up."

"Its power is immense, and its value is extremely high. If you're not a student from the Corruption Division of our Atmospheric Transformation Academy, you can't do anything about it. So, I usually cause trouble when people from the same academy come here."

Atmospheric Transformation Academy, Corruption Division. Information flashed through Lynn's mind.

The Corruption Division is one of the least popular branches of the College of Atmospheric Remediation, specializing in the study of how to utilize the processes of decay and fermentation.

Wizards trained in this division deal with rotten matter, methane, fungi, fermentation tanks, and swamps year-round, and are generally avoided by the academy.

"So you mean it's somewhat dangerous?" Lynn pressed.

"Yes, not only that, but it's a creature similar to a fungal workshop. It combines the ethereal quality of cloud elements with the solidity of earth elements! After storing biomass and fermenting it, it can produce power comparable to that of creations from a fire element workshop."

Flowing, solid? Powerful!

That's too unfair! So many advantages, is it possible for one thing to have them all?

Lynn's eyes widened. And it looked similar to a fungal workshop?

Both the little black sheep and the little lamb are products of the fungal workshop.

The boiler spirits of the Alchemy Academy also belong to this category of creations.

Each workshop creature is incredibly precious and signifies the start of a new industry.

This is a crop that can be used for production. Mastering a completely new workshop creation would be an immeasurable treasure for any wizard.

As for fermentation? Lynn savored the word. What a novel way of putting it.

The people at the Atmospheric Transformation Academy are indeed different; even the operation of a workshop requires such... euphemistic language.

It smells bad.

"Is it some kind of element or a workshop for creation?" Lynn confirmed.

"That's right, it's the Fart Element Workshop—" Sylder blurted out, then seemed to realize his wording wasn't professional enough and quickly corrected himself, "The official name is the Corruption Element Crucible. If it's used improperly and explodes, an entire block of people will be blown away by the stench."

Lynn: "..."

That works too.

Lynn's lips twitched.

This thing would be considered a good item outside the Wizarding World.

It can store organic matter, forming various types of loose soil, and also produces some combustible gas as energy.

However, with such advanced alchemy in the wizarding world and efficient energy conversion devices everywhere, there is no need to rely on collecting fermentation gases to provide power and soil.

Moreover, they are very delicate, requiring specific temperature, humidity, and organic matter supply. If not handled carefully, the entire workshop will fall into a dormant state, making cleaning extremely troublesome.

Lynn shook her head.

It wasn't too difficult for him to raise a little bit of something that had a symbiotic relationship with it.

It would be nice to visit a workshop and try something new.

but,

"Didn't you say it's extremely similar to humans?"

"I sensed its malice. That malice came from its owner, and it felt very real. Its owner definitely has a problem; the stench is off!"

Explain it more clearly.

"I mean, it's in someone. Maybe in the duodenum of that lizard-headed lady, or in the abdomen of that wolf-like wizard. The magic is definitely human. The closest I ever came to it was from three meters away, and my carrion fly died. It died of fright. Can you imagine? The fly died of fright."

Lynn was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled.

It turns out it was all a misunderstanding.

The "creature that is very similar to humans" that Sylder mentioned is the Fart Element Workshop, which is hidden inside the body of a modified wizard.

That person has a problem, so the workshop has a problem.

The situation has shifted from an external invasion to an internal werewolf game.

Lynn shook his head, "That's about right."

For the team about to head to the new world, the risk level of these two scenarios is essentially the same.

Whether it's an unknown creature from outside or a comrade lurking within the team and being parasitized, they can kill everyone overnight.

Next, Lynn asked Sylder some specific questions, incorporating information provided by the senior student at the entrance.

The environment, mission objectives, and team composition in the new world are all crucial basic information.

These were the main questions Lynn asked.

Sylder, on the other hand, was very open and honest.

He poured out all the information he had gleaned from the warden, the news he had heard from other prisoners, and the fragments of files he had secretly consulted.

After some conversation, Lynn learned that the new world was likely a post-apocalyptic world. Radiation was everywhere, and massive gray dust blanketed the planet, obscuring the view of most probes. Gravity was roughly twice that of a normal world. There were also traces of the lives of remnants of wizarding tribes. Probes had detected signals from man-made structures, but due to intense electromagnetic interference, all attempts to locate them failed; they only knew the signal sources were distributed in four or five directions.

The probe failed shortly after it began operating, and the exact ratio of ocean to land remains unclear.

The academy only knew that the land near the landing site had been turned into shallow water.

It is probably due to the change in sea level after the war that the terrain changed.

Therefore, the academy will equip all dispatched wizards with a large vehicle, which will serve as both a means of transportation and a mobile base.

Their goal is to find the remnants of the wizards and cultivate a new harvestable resource.

If all goes well, a stable recruitment channel can be established locally, recruiting a batch of new students with wizarding talent from the remnants every three years.

Double gravity, high-intensity radiation, changed land, parasitized teammates, and missing survivors.

"This is a problem everywhere," Lynn commented.

Even after being defeated, Sylder remained indifferent and asked, "That's all I know. Do you have any other questions?"

"That's all, you can go now." Lynn waved her hand.

..

Aigard asked, "Is it done?"

"Alright. We roughly know what's going on."

"Okay, I have a project to work on, I'll be going now."

Goodbye, Professor.

"Um."