Wizard's Journey

Chapter 160 A pathetic creature?

Ok?

This……

Flying towards his demon hunter castle, Green was drawn to the open-air banquet being held by his neighbor from afar, feeling utterly astonished.

A bonfire blazed brightly on the fire stand in front of the castle of the wizard's neighbor. Seven or eight tables were set with various fruit platters and fine wines. More than twenty wizards, both male and female, danced and sang around the bonfire to the rhythm of enthusiastic music, their heartfelt laughter flowing freely.

Every wizard was filled with joy, looking affectionately at their companions.

In their eyes, it was as if their companions were their true family.

It was a special bond, much like the one between Yocris and Yokliana, an intimacy that dark wizards could hardly describe or even imagine, a bond filled with friendship, trust, and warmth between wizards.

"This... is this the life of a Ming Wizard?" Green, flying in the sky, was shocked.

Yes……

Ever since the Faceless Masked Wizard took control of the ship sailing deep in the Gem Sea, and the moment when the Faceless Masked Wizard casually pointed at an innocent sailor and caused him to explode, Grimm's original fate was fundamentally changed. He went from being a bright wizard heading to Lilith's Hut to being part of the terrifying and cruel dark wizard camp of Black Tower Academy.

The brutal survival of the fittest on the ocean liner, the Black Sota newcomers' three years of forbearance and low profile amidst various curses and assassinations, the bloody millstone trial for newcomers, the layoffs and eliminations of Ming Wizard apprentices during regional wars...

The Dark Wizard Academy is gradually turning ordinary wizard apprentices into killing monsters adapted to all kinds of cruel conditions. These killing monsters have even begun to lose some of the fundamental joys and trust between people.

In contrast, these sorcerers...

Unable to suppress it, Green, a dark wizard, felt a pang of bitterness and jealousy deep in his heart!

Is the price the wizarding world has paid to cultivate the most qualified dark wizards in terms of ideals? And are we dark wizards paying too high a price just to survive?

Why is it that, even though they are both humans in the wizarding world, these open wizards can have close companions and be encouraged by rules and systems, while dark wizards have to be alone and suffer the pain of loneliness?

Why are wizarding academies so unfair? Why is the wizarding world so unfair? Why is fate so unfair?

Why is it that in public, those seemingly powerful and imposing dark wizards can only be pitiful, helpless creatures struggling with their tails between their legs in private?

What advantages do dark wizards, who constantly strive for power, have over light wizards?

There are absolutely no benefits!

Dark wizards may seem to possess greater individual strength and be able to gain more benefits than light wizards, but these so-called benefits are merely tools for dark wizards to pursue power. Dark wizards are simply puppets that constantly add and replace various advanced machines on themselves.

No matter how powerful a dark wizard is, he is nothing more than a pawn in the wizarding system.

In contrast, the Ming Wizard, at least... is truly alive, possessing more of his own life philosophies and pursuits, his own life meaning and value system, and his own joys and sorrows, rather than a mechanical puppet monster that only knows how to live for killing.

Green was breathing heavily, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Suddenly, Green Muran's body trembled!

He shook his head violently, and beneath his pale mask, Green's eyes revealed deep pain and self-reproach.

What's wrong with me? Why am I showing such weakness? This weakness is completely useless!

Whether it's the cold winter of my childhood, working with Old Ham at the Viscount's mansion, my life at the Blacksor Tower Wizarding Academy, or even the various fateful wars the wizarding world will face, such weakness is the most luxurious and useless thing.

How could I possibly envy the life of a Ming Wizard?

really……

Is one really just a weak little guy deep down, a pathetic creature struggling against fate and yearning for the future?

Green gritted his teeth, a mixture of longing and anticipation as he looked at the group of cheerful wizards on the ground—a scene so reminiscent of those wonderful times; and a tightly clenched fist, trying to suppress all the cowardice deep within his heart.

Do not!

These sorcerers are nothing but a bunch of pathetic worms.

A joyful life of close companionship?

But during the regional academy wars, these wizards watched their companions die, powerless to stop it, and their deepest emotions were transformed into their backs—what unspeakable pain that must have been!

This is the pain of Yoklyana.

Only after experiencing this kind of pain can each bright wizard possess their own ideal deep within their heart: to protect their companions from dying in front of them, to make the wizarding world stronger and thus shoulder the responsibilities that are forced upon dark wizards, and to prevent those dark wizards who have sacrificed too much for the wizarding world from reappearing... and to pursue greater strength?

After the regional war, on the airship heading to the Seventh Ring Tower, Green met with Guinevere. Green saw no anger, pain, or hatred in her eyes, only composure, calmness, and compassion.

Was something told to the surviving Ming wizard apprentices after the regional war?

This information has completely changed the views of the open wizards towards the dark wizards, prompting them to mature psychologically, realize their responsibilities, abandon their former naivety and extremism, and even feel a sense of self-blame and sympathy for themselves, the "poor wretches" of the dark wizards.

Who can be blamed for the pitiful fate of both the light and dark wizards?

Should we blame those high and mighty true spirit wizards, or blame the wizarding world?

The so-called great true spirit wizards are nothing more than a group of pitiful creatures, a group of pitiful creatures who have to take every extremely effective method in order to preserve the wizarding civilization and continue the human race, even though they have the wisdom to guess that their cruelty will inevitably be condemned by future generations, they still have no choice but to do it.

As for the Wizarding World, it is the ultimate pitiful creature whose life is on the verge of collapse. Driven by the desire to survive, it has no choice but to unleash the full energy of its last remaining life in order to gain a sliver of hope for a change in its fate.

What is the wizarding world and those great, ambitious true spirit wizards to blame?

Should we blame the abyss civilization, or fate?

But what would happen to the Endless World if the Wizarding World defeated the Abyss Civilization? Would there also be a group of Abyss survivors lamenting their fate?

But what is fate?

Do not!

Wizards are creatures who never believe in fate, because they are rational beings, a group of creatures that will not succumb to themselves and escape reason.

The wizarding world only blames its own weakness, its past arrogance, and its present cowardice—this is the rationality of wizards. And it is precisely these deepest emotional stirrings within the souls of every wizard in the wizarding world that converge to form the fundamental will of the wizarding world: the Heart of the World.

Gradually, Green completely suppressed his fluctuating emotions and calmed down.

Pathetic creature?

hum...

If the wizarding world is a pitiful bunch, then what about the otherworldly realms conquered by the wizarding world, and the pitiful creatures who became soul slaves?

They didn't even have the chance to be pitiful!

Green gave a self-deprecating smile.

What kind of pitiful light and dark wizards are they? It's just a manifestation of their own weakness. As a member of the wizarding world, which is the common home of mankind, shouldn't it be their duty to pay a small personal price?

In this world, there are always some people who need to give more, even if others cannot understand their so-called sacrifices, they are still great.

Just like the competitive elimination rules arranged by the true spirit wizard in the wizarding world, the ignorant people at the bottom will never understand the true meaning of it.

Because all they see is their own tragic fate.

Little did they know that if these cruel rules were not followed, they would even lose their so-called destiny.

……

In a flash, a drunken, unsteady myna bird appeared on Green's shoulder. It had to prop one of its wings against Green's face to barely keep from falling off his shoulder.

The myna shook its head, seemingly wondering how it had suddenly appeared there, before it saw Green's pale mask.

"Haha, so it's you, you little rascal, back! Come, come, perfect timing to have a drink with Eighth Master. Eighth Master's in a good mood today, so I won't let you go pick up bones. Hahaha, this is the real life wizards should live! What's with all this talk of light wizards and dark wizards... After that old bastard died, those good-for-nothing little bastards actually divided wizards into light and dark wizards! What a load of bull! How the hell did you become a dark wizard...?"

The myna bird was spouting nonsense. Grimm, behind his pale mask, glared at it, knowing it was completely drunk. After a cold snort, he grabbed it by its wings and threw it into the dimensional rift.

When the many open wizards, who were singing and dancing, saw Green dressed as a dark wizard, most of them hesitated for a moment, then just smiled at Green without saying anything and continued doing their own thing. Only Green's neighbor came over.

"Uh, hello, I am Angille." The wizard Ming smiled and handed Green a glass of wine.

Green performed a simple wizarding ritual, but his cold demeanor still kept people at a distance. He accepted the wine offered by the other party, but because he was wearing a pale mask, he showed no intention of tasting it. He calmly said, "I am Green."

"Um."

The Ming Wizard nodded, then gestured to the group of Ming Wizards behind him who were enjoying themselves, saying, "You know, that's how we Ming Wizards are. We always get together to have some fun. I hope we're not bothering you. Hmm, this myna has quite a personality, but we just consider it a friend; we don't mean anything by it."

Seeing the old wizard's sincere expression, Green nodded casually.

"It's alright, every demon hunter's castle has a silencing barrier, so there's no question of disturbance." After saying that, Green continued, "As for this myna bird, although it belongs to me, it is my original soul servant, and we have a symbiotic relationship, not that of a slave. So if you'd like to become friends, feel free."

After a brief exchange, Green took one last look at the wizards singing and dancing merrily on the neighbor's lawn, and then returned alone to his own demon hunter castle.

The solitary figure stood in stark contrast to the joyful festivities not far away.

As he watched Green leave, Angier, holding two wine glasses, sighed softly, "So, because they don't have much emotion, they've already started to enjoy loneliness and savor solitude? Dark wizards really are just as the mentor said—a bunch of pathetic, boring guys, a bunch of killing machines specially bred by the Holy Tower."

After saying that, Angier glanced at the untouched wine glass in Yuan's hand, then tilted his head back and swallowed the wine that was originally meant for Green. He swayed to the rhythm of the music and walked back, his joyful figure reflected in the campfire.

In the shadows, several female demi-humans discreetly cleaned up the trash and debris from the open-air bonfire feast, while watching the joyful wizards singing and dancing with longing in their eyes.

However, not a single wizard ever gave them a second glance.

Because the wizards had automatically filtered them out in their minds, treating them like a street lamp or a puppet, completely ignoring their existence.

They were nothing more than slaves with no destiny to speak of.

(End of this chapter)