Two Realms: The Dark Wizard Evolves Madly in the Wasteland

"My physical strength has increased by 1 point, and it even increased my mental strength by 3 points..."

He gasped, his voice trembling slightly.

It's important to understand that in the wizarding system, mental strength is the fundamental measure of everything.

It is the only threshold that determines whether you can cross social classes and become a formal wizard, and it is also the standard for measuring whether your fireball spell is bigger and stronger than others.

To increase his mental strength by even 0.1, he devoted a great deal of time every day without fail to practice meditation.

And what was the result? A full six months! He worked himself to the bone.

His mental strength only increased by a pitiful 0.5 points. Just because he wasn't qualified enough, he could only be a level one wizard apprentice for the rest of his life.

Now, with just one injection of the perception-enhancing gene-enhancing drug, his mental strength has increased by 3 points!

"Doesn't this mean... I have a chance to become a formal wizard? If I can become a formal wizard, it means my lifespan can at least exceed one thousand years... one thousand years!"

One dose of a sensory enhancement potion is equivalent to half a year of meditation in the wizarding world.

You should know that for an apprentice with second-rate aptitude like yourself, it is extremely difficult to increase your mental strength, and the probability of becoming a formal wizard is less than one percent.

And once he becomes a formal wizard, it means he will completely shed the weakness of an ordinary person.

I will completely transcend the origin of life!

With a wave of his hand, he can command the wind and rain, and change the entire world with his personal power.

The thought of having both power and an exceptionally long life made Raven a little excited!

"Agni!"

Raven chanted the incantation in a low voice, accompanied by a few deep chants.

A fireball, a full size larger than before, suddenly appeared on his birchwood staff.

"The amount of mental energy determines the strength of the spell released!"

If I were to bring this gene-enhancing potion that can increase intelligence to the wizarding world...

Raven couldn't even imagine how many magic stones he would actually acquire.

"No...no, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime! Calm down...calm down!"

Raven suddenly thought of many methods used by high-ranking wizard apprentices to torment souls.

"In the wizarding world, you still have to develop stealthily... If those official wizards find out, they'll extract your soul, lock it in a flask, and torture you every day."

"I can't become a flask-shaped man... I absolutely mustn't let anyone discover this enhancement potion that increases mental strength, especially since I'm a nobody, without even a mentor to protect me!"

Gene potions in the wasteland world can increase mental strength and physical fitness, which undoubtedly saves a lot of magic stones.

He thought of Li Jing, that woman. She had probably been injected with a gene-enhancing drug, which greatly improved her physical attributes, giving her such great strength and fighting ability, enabling her to hit the bullseye from a distance of about 100 meters.

I am now almost a qualified first-order superhuman.

However, being a sensory-based individual, he was naturally no match for Li Jing in close combat.

Because his mental strength had increased significantly, Raven quickly tried meditation.

This time, he could clearly feel that his meditation was much more effective, but the speed at which he drew the runes of will did not improve much.

Currently, I am a level one wizard apprentice, and I have only sketched eight Will Runes. At my current pace...

It takes about three months to draw one Will Rune. A level two wizard apprentice needs to draw twenty, and he is still twelve short. It will take at least three more years.

To speed up the process of becoming a second-level wizard apprentice, you must take drugs and buy basic meditation potions!

However, the truth is that a single meditation potion that comes with the basic meditation method requires ten magic stones.

Ten magic stones represented Raven's entire income over five months.

Raven glanced at the magic stones in his Void Conch; he had six left.

This birchwood staff had been with the original owner for two and a half years, and the bottom of it had developed a patina from being held so much.

In the wizarding world, you need magic stones to attend classes, to conduct experiments, and to learn spells.

Whenever knowledge is involved, the cost of magic stones will never be small, and the reason why wizarding academies do this is to force students to adapt to this cruel underground world.

The original owner had poor aptitude and no formal wizards looked up to her. Over the years, she relied entirely on her own efforts and hard work to grow strong like a weed.

Even when weeds grow, they are still weeds.

Without magic stones, you cannot acquire knowledge; without knowledge, you cannot improve your strength; and without sufficient strength, you cannot accept quests or acquire magic stones.

This is why that kid Balu would knock on the door all the time. A wanderer, once dead, is dead. No one would care about a wizard apprentice who doesn't even have a mentor.

It's important to know that Norlan Wizarding Academy is a gathering place for dark wizards. Apart from the fact that it's relatively safe to stay in the academy, the underground world is perpetually shrouded in darkness.

Here, only the perpetual miasma and the dark creatures lurking underground follow the most primitive and cruel law of the jungle—no laws, no morals, only naked survival of the fittest.

Going out on a mission is tantamount to suicide for Raven, who has no mentor, no magic stone, and no talent.

Of course, in Raven's opinion, the most terrifying were the wizards dressed in black robes.

"Tsk! Being a weed is no fun..."

Raven sighed deeply. It was better in the wasteland. He was a rich, handsome, and womanizing tycoon. He took out a black bread, and the number of women in Happy City who wanted to sleep with him could circle the city twice.

"I need to use medicine like crazy. Only by using medicine can I become stronger."

"Besides, can you really call that potion-casting by wizards? It's the pursuit of truth!"

"Five more general-purpose potions, the Power of Five Dragons!"

"The first injection!"

Raven took a deep breath and picked up a syringe.

扎！

The moment the drug entered the body, a surge of heat spread rapidly through the blood vessels to the entire body, muscle fibers trembled slightly, and bones made a soft cracking sound.

Raven closed his eyes, feeling the improvement in his physical fitness.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a hint of satisfaction flashing in them.

[Constitution +1, Strength +1, Agility +1, Spirit +0.5]

Raven parted his lips, revealing a set of white teeth, adding a touch of ferocity to his already cold and stern face.

Then, the second one.

The burning sensation was still there, but compared to the first one, the body's reaction was noticeably weaker.

[Constitution +0.9, Strength +0.9, Agility +0.9, Spirit +0.4]

The third one, the fourth one...

……

As he received more and more injections, Raven noticed that the rate of improvement in his physical abilities was decreasing significantly.

By the fifth one... the burning sensation had become very weak.

Although the rate of improvement was decreasing, the combined effect of five Tier 1 universal gene serums still significantly enhanced his physical attributes.

Raven stood up, walked to the mirror in the lab, and looked at himself in the mirror.

His figure was still tall and slender, but his originally somewhat thin physique had undergone a dramatic change. He casually pulled off his shirt, which was already soaked with sweat.

His body, which had been thin due to prolonged lack of sunlight, had now become broad and robust, with a clear, chiseled outline between his pectoral and abdominal muscles.

That's an extremely healthy, streamlined muscle.

Raven slightly moved his shoulders, and a mesmerizing crackling sound came from deep within his bones, as if a ferocious beast that had just awakened was lurking within him.

"Thankfully, my head didn't turn pointy..."

He didn't want to become Arnold in the wasteland.

"Deep Blue crawler, access my attribute panel."

Name: Raven Age: 16

Race: Human

Constitution: 10 Strength: 10 Agility: 9 Spirit: 16.5

[Current success rate of creating the basic Wild Bull construct: 20%, based on the host's current physical condition and mental strength.]

Including elementary construction techniques can increase the success rate by 3%.

[Including a basic beginner's guide to Warcraft can increase the success rate by 2%]

[Inclusion in basic materials science improves the success rate by 2%]

……

"The success rate of creating basic constructs has increased!"

"I have Deep Blue web crawling skills, so what suits me best is an experience-based job that doesn't require much innovation."

Raven calmed down.

After he transmigrated here, without magic stones, he didn't even dare to think about professions like alchemy and potion-making, which required a lot of magic stones.

However, now, after seeing that his success rate has increased by a full 5 points,

Constructology is extremely difficult to learn, and requires a lot of magic stones to practice in the early stages.

A standard Tier 1 Bull Power Armor set costs over 100 Magic Stones on the market.

The vast majority of junior apprentices are limited by mediocre talent and scarce resources.

They are often physically weak and mentally deficient, and can only release a few secondary energy fireballs before they are exhausted like dead dogs. Therefore, close combat ability is especially important for junior apprentices.

If one is ambushed by a monster at close range, or falls into a state of mental exhaustion, the outcome is usually extremely tragic.

Therefore, "physical potions" and "magical rune constructs, enchanted items, etc." became the two major reliances of these apprentices in fighting in the underground world.

A standard "Basic Bull" construct, although only a beginner-level product, can instantly grant the wearer the power of a bull.

The core of the construct is to compress spells to the extreme through magic circles and engrave them on metal, skin, or special iron plates, or even directly tattoo magic patterns on the skin to form permanent magic patterns.

No spells or incantations are required; it takes effect immediately upon activation.

At the same time, gifted alchemical construct wizards can also use alchemy to create various enchanted items, which they can then sell to other wizards.

The cost of crafting such a bull construct is only thirty magic stones.

In short, once Raven becomes a junior construct master, he will have the ability to create constructs, which means he will no longer have to risk his life every day to carry out the cannibalistic missions of the academy in the underground world like others.

As long as you have the ability to earn magic stones, your chances of becoming a formal wizard will greatly increase. Of course, the most important point is that no one wants a poorly qualified apprentice, but a junior construct master is a highly sought-after talent.

"Damn it... The success rate has increased, but I don't have any magic stones! Thirty magic stones, and I can only get two a month at most. If I have to save them up, it'll take forever!"

"No! I can use my body to get a loan... I'm a novice wizard apprentice, the goblin bank can lend me at least three hundred magic stones..."

"Damn it... to climb the ladder, you have to sell your body... Fine, I'll sell it then!"

Raven was so angry he was cursing under his breath.

"Although I use drugs, sell my body, and take out loans, I am an ambitious dark wizard."

"Hehehe..."

Raven's hopeful, free, and joyful laughter echoed through the empty underground laboratory.

The next day.

As dawn broke, the imposing alloy gate of the Mingcheng Shijia family slowly slid open.

Raven went downstairs.

He was wearing a dark black suit, glasses, and a tie that was perfectly tied.

Lin Tao, who had been waiting by the car, had his eyes light up instantly, as if he had seen his own father, and he ran over excitedly.

He opened the back door with great enthusiasm and precision, even thoughtfully covering the top edge of the door frame with his hand.

"Are you ready?"

"Boss Lei, don't worry, the brothers are all on their feet. We've already made contact with Payne Corporation..."

Li Jing was dressed in a sharp black mercenary outfit, with her hair simply tied back on her head.

Five military green jeeps lined up in the center of the square, and fully armed mercenaries began to board them. Two other high-performance off-road vehicles were parked nearby, each with a heavy machine gun mounted on it.

When Li Jing saw Lin Tao's fawning expression, she let out a cold snort.

"lackey."

The car door slammed shut, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Lin Tao quickly climbed into the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt while stealing glances at Raven in the rearview mirror.

His face was plastered with a fawning smile. "Don't worry, Boss Lei, Sister Jing's driving skills are excellent. I guarantee I'll drive smoothly all the way, and you won't experience the slightest bump."

Raven lay back in the back seat, closing his eyes to rest, ignoring Lin Tao's solicitousness.

His eyesight is now extremely sharp; even through the thick bulletproof windows, he can clearly "see" the movements of the convoy outside.

Several green jeeps formed a protective formation, surrounding the heavy truck loaded with black bread and firmly guarding it in the middle.

Night City is more than 200 kilometers away from Happiness City.

In my previous life, two hundred kilometers was just a matter of a few taps on the gas pedal, but in the wasteland of today, two hundred kilometers would take at least half a day to drive.

The reason Raven went to such lengths to transport the black bread from Happy City to Night City to sell to the Payne Company was simple: he wanted to make more money.

Unlike Happy City, Night City doesn't have the City Hall staff or the Federation's security forces pretending to maintain order.

The more chaotic the place, the more valuable the grain liquor.