Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: 021: Meaning

The cub was a baby brown bear, slightly larger than a palm, likely born not long ago. Its eyes were still closed as it clung to its mother’s belly, struggling to suckle from her nurturing pouch.

But the mother bear’s body was already stiff. No matter how hard the cub tried, it couldn’t extract even a drop of milk.

Lynch exclaimed, "How did you discover it?"

Logically speaking, his physical senses were far superior to Avery’s, yet he hadn’t detected any movements or sounds before.

Avery gazed at the cub, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Maybe it was my sixth sense."

She crouched down and gently touched the cub’s fur.

The baby bear immediately perceived Avery’s presence. It tumbled off its mother’s belly, landing by her feet, then scrambled up to rub its little head against Avery’s pant leg.

It worked hard and earnestly, constantly opening its mouth with soft, childish cries. Though the language was incomprehensible, the desperation for food and survival was unmistakably felt.

"What a clever little thing," Avery praised, gently stroking the cub.

Lynch remarked, "Are you planning to raise it?"

Avery turned and replied, "Why not?"

Lynch said, "It’s not feasible."

The cub was far too young, just barely born, and the difficulty in raising it was immense.

Avery teased, "Oh? Aren’t you well-versed in extraordinary cultivation? Didn’t you boast you could raise a dragon? And now a little bear is beyond you?"

Lynch shook his head. "It’s not the same."

Raising it wasn’t the issue—it was whether it was worth it. After all, it was just an ordinary bear cub, not a rare transcendent creature, and for a wizard, it held no inherent value.

Returning it to nature would be the best choice.

Avery suddenly grew upset. "What’s the basis of your ’difference’? Its ’value’? Is it only worth saving if it benefits you? If that’s the case, then the world should be ruled by Black Wizards."

Lynch frowned. "Why such a temper? It’s just a bear. If you want to care for it, go ahead. I was simply stating the facts—is that really necessary?"

Avery refused to let it go. "The fact is—you’re too cold-hearted!"

Her eyes carried a trace of disappointment as she said, "Natural selection is undoubtedly correct, but the world’s cruelty doesn’t mean we must meet it with indifference. Rationality is, of course, important, but at times, sentimentality matters just as much."

"A small gesture—I thought our ideals aligned." She shook her head.

Lynch muttered, "Is it really a small gesture?"

Lending a hand to drag someone drowning to shore was easy, but taking responsibility for a life was not.

Avery said stubbornly, "Anyway, I’m saving it."

Lynch replied, "Suit yourself."

Truthfully, Lynch had always thought Avery was rational. Even when she’d been a bit erratic lately, he saw it as controlled relaxation of her logic. But now, her decision to make such an emotional choice truly caught him off guard.

In that moment, she no longer resembled the powerful commander who led troops to defeat Black Wizards. Instead, she seemed like an ordinary girl, empty-headed but kind-hearted.

And so, from that moment on, their journey gained a new member.

Though it was yet to be seen how long this new member would remain...

At dusk, in a clearing within the forest.

The campfire sparked and crackled as Avery sat in front of it, pressing a piece of jerky into the bear cub’s mouth. Her brows furrowed tightly, her anxiety palpable as sweat dotted her forehead. "Eat it! Hurry and eat something! Weren’t you hungry?"

The cub had been hungry all day, crying incessantly and appearing gravely weakened.

No matter how Avery pushed the jerky to its mouth, the cub steadfastly refused to eat.

Lynch couldn’t hold back. "Come on, this is a newborn cub. Do you think it can eat jerky?"

Avery’s large, teary eyes overflowed with helplessness. "Then what should I do?"

See? I told you it’d be troublesome!

"Wait."

He retrieved a few milk fruits from his Space Ring, then took a cauldron and extracted their juices, heating them over the fire. After allowing them to cool to a suitable temperature, he handed the concoction to Avery.

"Feed it this."

Avery quickly took the bowl and began scooping spoonfuls to feed the cub. This time, the cub didn’t reject it. As soon as it caught the milky scent, it eagerly slurped it down.

"It ate! It ate!" Avery said brightly.

Grinning cheerfully, she remarked, "As expected of someone who could raise such a remarkable Fire Dragon Lizard. You have some skill after all."

Lynch countered, "That’s not much of a compliment..."

Anyone with even basic biological sense would know what to do, right? Playing the Holy Mother without understanding anything...

Avery simply laughed. "Haha."