Wizard Immortality.

Chapter 1 Awakening

Squeak squeak—

Vic awoke as the carriage swayed.

Outside the car.

A man with a rough voice was speaking loudly.

"Everyone disembark and set up camp to rest! The escorting knights will go and keep watch around the perimeter."

Because the process of a life form degenerating into a lich requires a long period of dormancy, Vic's current consciousness is like a frozen lake, utterly lifeless.

The thin, dark-skinned boy sitting opposite him reached out and tugged at Vic's clothes, asking, "Vic, you look a little scary. Are you sick?"

There was external intervention.

Vic gradually regained consciousness from his deathly silence.

He ignored the ordinary boy who was talking to him.

He glanced around; there were four people in the carriage, including himself—three men and one woman.

Their clothing and appearance were very simple.

The woods outside the car window were dense and deep, and even though the sun had not yet set, it was already very dark.

Vic looked down at his hands, and a question popped into his mind: a mortal body?

Seeing that Vic was unmoved, the dark-skinned, thin boy muttered a few words under his breath and got off the carriage with the other three people in the carriage. However, before getting off, he still looked back at Vic one more time with concern.

"Isn't he just a servant of a baronial family? He's not a nobleman, what's there to be proud of?"

A servant of the Baron's household?

Vic remembered that after failing to advance to the seventh level of wizardry, he chose to degenerate into a lich in order to prolong his life and eke out a living on the path of wizardry.

But how did it degenerate into a mortal?

wrong.

The lich phylactery he created himself is still preserved in his spirit body. Could it be that there was an error in the degeneration process?

Although Vic's strength and spiritual body had completely degenerated to the level of a mortal, and all his knowledge related to wizards was sealed in his life box, he still quickly realized the problem.

The material of the divination box was different from what I expected.

However, because the relevant knowledge had been sealed away, he could not determine the specific part of the problem and could only put it aside for the time being.

Returning to my former self, now just an ordinary mortal.

Vic could clearly sense that the curse of time that this body was carrying had only just begun, which indicated that his current situation was not a regression from a level six wizard.

It's more like a reincarnation or rebirth.

Vic's gaze passed through the carriage window; it was dark outside.

He silently watched the busy young men and women outside, and his heart, which had not been stirred by any emotion for a long time, finally showed a slight change at this moment.

This scene reminded him of what it was like when he first traveled to this world thousands of years ago.

Although there is no cheat code.

But through his own efforts and a bit of luck, Vic rose from an ordinary knight apprentice to a sixth-level wizard.

He had already mentally prepared himself to degenerate into a lich, survive for three hundred years, and finally wait to die on the spot.

Thinking about this...

Vic's unchanging heart, which had always been able to see the truth of all things, began to loosen at this moment, and his old and calm eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light!

Now that we have been reborn.

So in this life.

He is determined to advance to the seventh level wizard!

Seek the truth and discover the secret to eternal life!

but.

The wizarding world is cruel and ruthless.

People who like to take big strides are destined not to go far.

What Vic needs to do now, besides adapting to his mortal identity, is to start from scratch and steadily improve his strength step by step.

At this time.

A reckless young man dressed in knight's armor suddenly opened the car door.

He frowned when he saw Vic's ashen face and said, "I heard you were sick? Miss Siggs asked me to come and see you."

Vic, still adjusting to his mortal identity, looked coldly at the young knight.

However, from the young knight's perspective, Vic's indifferent expression, as if saying "Are you talking to me?", made the knight think that the kid might be seriously ill and looked dull-witted.

Before responding, Vic carefully considered one thing.

Then, tentatively, she said, "I'm fine."

While speaking.

His attention was focused on the young knight.

Vic made this probing not because he was overly cautious, but because he believed that if he gave a reply, the young knight's head might explode on the spot.

In the wizarding world.

Even a first-level wizard needs to restrain the spiritual magnetic field emanating from the 'Sea of ​​Knowledge' when conversing with a mortal, otherwise the mortal's head will split open in an instant.

Not to mention, Vic's spiritual body also contains a lich casket made by a level six wizard.

The young knight stood calmly in place.

Vic breathed a sigh of relief.

Whether the knight would die was not within his concern.

His concern was that the knowledge of a level six wizard within the lich's casket was not sealed thoroughly enough, and the spiritual magnetic field escaping from it might attract the attention of other wizards.

The knight pressed, "Are you really alright?"

"Um."

"Since everything's alright, let's get out of the car and go help out at the camp."

Vic did not refuse and followed the knight toward the camp not far away.

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Although he had just awakened, his spirit still retained the memories of the body before it awakened.

This caravan heading to the Black Tower Wizarding Academy came from the Kingdom of Katen.

Leading the group was a senior wizarding apprentice from the Black Tower Wizarding Academy, whose squire knights addressed him as Lord Kels.

The young people qualified to join this caravan and participate in the Black Tower Wizard Academy apprentice selection are either descendants of nobles or exceptionally talented knight apprentices.

There are only three people like Vic who come from humble backgrounds.

The dark-skinned, thin boy who woke him up was one of them, named Aaron, who was practically from the same hometown as Vic.

Miss Siggs, mentioned by the knight who spoke with Vic, is the daughter of Baron Morley.

Vic is a manservant in the Baron family, but he has a slight talent for understanding the mystical realm, which is why he is qualified to join the caravan.

Before setting off, the Baron gave Vic some instructions.

If he can successfully enroll as a wizard apprentice, hopefully he and his daughter can take care of each other.

If you fail to gain admission, do not return to your territory. Stay at Black Tower Academy to continue your status as a family servant and dedicate yourself to serving your daughter.

The convoy's camp was not large.

Some tents are still being set up.

A campfire.

The accompanying knights patrolled the perimeter of the camp, keeping watch.

A blonde girl sat in front of a campfire, whispering something to a tall, middle-aged man.

The two chatted and laughed.

The blonde girl is Sigurds Murray.

The Baron's daughter.

Her long, light golden hair was particularly eye-catching, and her skin was fair and supple.

Although years of practicing knightly martial arts have left many calluses on her palms, she is exceptionally tall and has no excess fat.

Especially her strong, long legs, which are quite alluring.

The middle-aged man was one of the knights the baron had arranged to escort her.

According to Vic's memory, this knight was named Aubert, and was the most powerful knight commander under the Baron.

After Vic passed by, Sigurds looked up at him, merely checking to see if her servant was healthy, without asking any further questions.

Moreover, her gaze was more like that of someone treating a piece of merchandise than someone treating a person.

In her opinion.

How could a poorly talented and lowly servant possibly be qualified to become a wizard's apprentice?

The best future for Vic is to become a squire alongside the two knights she brought with her.

Moreover.

To be able to serve a wizard apprentice, a future great wizard, is itself an unparalleled honor.

Others would love to have it.

However, Vic wouldn't care about the opinion of a mere mortal.

He sat down by the campfire, closed his eyes to rest, and conserved his energy for the task of obtaining power from the lich's life box.

(End of this chapter)