Wizard's Journey

Chapter 105 Idealism

Suddenly, the space above and to the left of Green, on a "low" stone pillar more than ten meters high, distorted.

A figure materialized from nothingness and tumbled out, shaking its head as if slightly dizzy. Green turned to look and couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation; the person looked familiar, as if he'd seen them somewhere before.

like……

"I saw this guy during the new recruit trials, and he now has the mark on his forehead that says Dark Realm Wizarding Academy of District 12, so it's very likely," Green thought to himself.

"Uh...it's you!" A loud shout came from the wizard apprentice on the other side.

The wizard apprentice, who appeared to be well-mannered and rational, had eyes that bulged out like a fish on a hot plate. His body trembled, and he clenched his teeth, staring blankly at Green with a face flushed with resentment, looking as if he wanted to devour Green.

It seemed as if some serious grudge had occurred between this man and Green.

Green frowned. Had he really seen it before?

"Hmph, hmph hmph hmph..."

Suddenly, a low laugh came from the wizard apprentice opposite him, which eventually turned into a wild laugh. He covered his forehead with one hand, pointed at Green with the other, shook his head excitedly, and said, "Yes, it's you, it's you! I, Belrod, will never forget this mask. Back in the newcomer trials, you bastard..."

In the end, Belrod seemed to realize that his sinister and cruel voice had gone astray, and his expression instantly turned indifferent. He cleared his throat with a "cough, cough," covered his mouth with a fist to hide his ugly appearance, and pretended to cough softly.

"So I've seen him before?" Green murmured beneath his pale mask.

"you!"

Berrod's recently recovered composure was instantly replaced by a surge of rage. He pointed at Green with trembling eyes, his breathing heavy and irregular.

call……

After letting out a long, suffocating sigh, Belrod crossed his arms, shook his head nervously, and said with a bored expression, "Sigh... well, poor little kitten. Let the great Belrod of the Dark Realm Wizarding Academy be the end of your qualifying battle, concluding your historical mission. After all, I've improved so much in the past ten years, I've even become so powerful that I'm a little afraid of myself, hahaha, hahahahaha..."

Laughing loudly, Belrod's body began to slowly change.

Dense, purplish-black scales began to grow beneath the skin, with droplets of sticky black liquid dripping from them, seemingly carrying a potent poison. Two pairs of fly-like wings and a crocodile-like tail sprouted from its back, exuding an eerie aura.

Green looked the bloodline transformation spell up and down, and finally remembered some of it, recalling the guy.

During the initial trials, my mark value had just reached 30 points after a major battle when a wizard apprentice with this bloodline magic rushed towards me yelling "Little Kitty!" only to be scared away by me. If I hadn't been short on magic power and the secret realm wasn't about to open, I might have chased that person to death.

Now it seems that it was fate's arrangement, as the Holy Tower qualifiers brought the two of them together right from the start!

Could this person be, like those in novels, someone who is my legendary nemesis or something similar?

Green became interested and wasn't in a hurry to implement his plan. He just kept looking Belrod up and down, seemingly observing and appreciating him.

"Hehehehehe... Tremble! Fear! You ignorant wizard apprentice, let the protagonist of this era, Belrod, end all your dreams. Let you know that the meaning of your existence is nothing more than to be a green leaf to set off the great Belrod. Living in the same era as me is both your good fortune and your tragedy as an ignorant wizard apprentice, hehehehehe..." Belrod fell into a self-indulgent, neurotic laugh.

Grimm opened his mouth, then froze, stunned. This was the first time Grimm had ever heard such words and ways of thinking on the Wizarding Continent.

Uh……

Idealism? A world centered on oneself? Everyone else is secondary, existing only for one's own sake? Matter that one cannot see does not exist?

This series of idealistic theories is the most fundamental erroneous philosophy of wizards!

I wonder if this guy has a mentor. If a formal wizard knew that his academy had such a wizard apprentice, he might have dealt with him himself long ago.

For such words to come from the mouth of a human who studies wizardry is not only a disgrace to himself and the academy, but also a disgrace to all wizards in the entire wizarding world.

Shaking his head, Green found the man amusing but also lost interest. It seemed... it wasn't fate, just a coincidence.

Green was about to make a move when his opponent struck first.

"Hehehehe, prepare to die!"

With a flap of its two pairs of transparent wings, Belrod charged toward Green at an astonishing speed, a ferocious smile on its lips, and threw a punch at Green with its fist covered in purplish-black scales.

Body Refining Wizard?

Green was taken aback. A guy who entered the wizarding academy at the same time as him was comparing his strength with his?

Like swatting away a fly, Green slapped it away with his hand. There was a crisp "crack" sound, like the sound of bones breaking. Then, with a "whoosh," Belrod turned into a blur and flew backward at a speed even faster than before he rushed over. He crashed into a stone pillar with a thud and slowly slid down.

"Pfft! Impossible!" Belrod spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as he stared at Green in disbelief, one arm hanging limply at his side.

Ok?

Green ignored Belrod and instead looked with interest at the towering stone pillars, which had not suffered any damage despite such an impact.

It's very likely that this secret realm is a fixed location specially prepared by the Seven Rings Holy Tower for each Holy Tower Qualification Battle of Wizard Apprentices, which explains why these stone pillars have obvious artificial traces.

"Hmph, hmph hmph hmph..."

Belrod let out another low, sinister laugh, leaning weakly against a stone pillar as he looked at Grin and said grimly, "Ignorant wizard apprentice, you think you've won? Poor little kitten, look down at what you're holding. You're about to die, but you don't even know how blissful ignorance is for you..."

In the end, Belrod even showed an exaggerated expression of being pitied, then coughed twice, a trace of blood coming from the corner of his mouth, and struggled to stand up, as if he were going to collect Green's body.

What's in your hand?

Green looked down and saw that his hands were covered in a lot of black liquid, which must have been accidentally spilled when he swatted his opponent away.

He casually rubbed his thumb against the black liquid in his palm, then exclaimed in surprise, "Voodoo?"

After confirming that the liquid was indeed voodoo, Green's astonishment instantly turned into immense excitement. He observed the toxicity of the voodoo, smelled it, and then surprisingly opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and sucked on it, savoring it carefully!

"Hmm? This kind of toxicity... if it's concentrated a few more times, and then combined with that incomplete formula from before, it should be enough to meet my requirements for three or four rounds of mixed poison body tempering." After muttering this to himself, Green couldn't help but raise his head and look at Belrod with burning eyes.

That sight was like a wolf encountering a naked beauty, or a hungry wolf encountering a helpless lamb!

Berrod's remaining hand trembled as he pointed at Green, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, his mouth agape: "You, you, you, you, you ate, ate, ate it..."

Berrod's voice was stammering and incoherent, as if the sun had turned upside down and the world was ending. Green couldn't understand what he was saying at all.

However, Green didn't care anymore.

Green maintained a harmless, "amiable" smile, his eyes burning with a mixture of nervousness and excitement as he looked at Belrod. The slave, keeping his voice gentle, said, "Um... don't be nervous. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I can even let you go, as long as you prepare this voodoo concoction..."

"Ah... monster! You shouldn't exist in this world! You monster! You're not real!" Belrod screamed madly, seemingly trying to deny the facts before him. He snapped the badge in his hand with a "crack" and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Uh……

Green's "amiable" smile vanished, and he said in a gloomy voice, "Damn it, this guy."

Feeling the new mark on his forehead, Green couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused. He shook his head, took out a seed, processed it briefly, and threw it on the ground. A moment later, a giant flower appeared on the ground.

This seed is the very same earth bud seed that Green traded for thirty bottles of Venus, the goddess of love, and his mentor, Elaine.

He gently sat down inside, and under Green's prompting, the flower quickly shrank into the ground, leaving no trace.

In the darkness underground, Green took out a small, transparent, and exquisite bottle. After gently unscrewing the cap, a faint spatial fluctuation occurred. Green looked at the transparent crack in front of him and crawled inside.

This was the hidden rift that Green had purchased on the fourth floor of the Black Tower, which he was now forced to use to focus on his research into the Explosive Flame Sorcery. Green had made up his mind that he would not begin the actual battle for the Holy Tower qualification until he had completely deduced the Explosive Flame Sorcery, which would take approximately two days.

Green has only one goal: to reach the pinnacle of the qualifying battles for the Holy Tower in Districts 11 through 15!

Furthermore, Green must be 100% certain that he can become the only wizard apprentice in this region with the qualification to seize the pinnacle!

(End of this chapter)