Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: 031: 7

Shadow Tower, top floor, Round Table Wisdom Hall.

On the circular hall floor lies a uniquely designed large magic array. The structure of the magic array fuses seamlessly with the runes swimming across the walls, its purpose being to completely isolate the hall from the outside world, creating an independent space that even the most advanced detecting magic cannot infiltrate.

At the center of the hall, a somewhat worn elliptical stone table sits quietly. It's not crafted from any high-end magical material, and its modest appearance stands in stark contrast to the exquisite streak of chairs surrounding it, made of Starry Sky Mithril.

Yet, no one questions whether this stone table belongs here, for it was the very first piece of furniture added to the Tower by the seven founders—back when they were impoverished apprentices starting their journey.

As thousands of years passed, that once insignificant wizard organization jokingly established in the Dark Forest has grown into the powerful entity that rules over the witch domain. This stone table bears witness to its rise.

Though not inherently valuable, the spirit of this table has fused with the Tower itself, symbolizing its intrinsic will.

At the moment, within the Round Table Hall, three figures sit casually in their chairs.

An elder, a burly man, and... a ball of yarn?

Let's start with the elder.

An elder who appears as though he has grown straight out of a tree—his age unknown. Time has etched deep wrinkles on his face; his hair and beard have turned completely white, hidden beneath a towering, rounded pointed hat.

What's especially distinctive is that fresh green buds peek through his white hair and beard, as though sprouting directly from beneath his hat. Coupled with the dark green robe he wears, woven from rare magical plant fibers, he appears from a distance very much like an ancient tree.

This is Green Wizard Calvin, an exceptional figure in the fields of plantology and life science. His most renowned feat was single-handedly reviving an expansive forest devastated by fire.

Next is the burly man.

The man looks about forty years old, with short golden hair and two tiny moustaches beneath his nostrils.

He is astonishingly tall, nearly four meters, resembling a miniature giant. Unlike the traditional wizard cloak, he wears nothing on his upper body, showcasing his wheat-colored skin and rippling muscles. Every defined muscle appears as if forged from tempered steel, radiating immense strength.

Overall, he resembles a laborer or brute much more than a refined wizard.

His name is Reo. By appearance alone, it's clear that he specializes in body refinement magic. To pursue the pinnacle of strength, he intentionally merged the bloodline of giants, resulting in his toweringly unique physique.

And finally, the... yarn ball.

Yes, yarn. It looks just like a messy, pitch-black ball of tangled threads resting on a chair. But upon closer inspection, you'll notice a core--a dark, cloud-like energy mass--hidden within the yarn. This core bears faintly discernible eyes and a mouth, while the black "threads" on its exterior aren't threads at all but thin, wispy tentacles.

This is Saros the Mysticism Wizard.

He's not truly a ball of yarn; his peculiar state is the aftermath of studying the Abyss. During research, Saros suffered an unknown backlash, the Abyss consuming his body. Only fragments of his soul and will remained, which then reacted with Abyssal energy to form this strange entity. The "black threads" wrapped around him are, in fact, tentacles transported from the Abyss.

"Why are the others always late! They're tardy for every meeting!"

"Only us three show up on time!"

"Next time, I won't come early either. I'll leisurely arrive the day after the notice!"

The fiery-tempered Reo slammed the table angrily, causing the ancient stone tabletop to crackle under his fists. However, his blows lacked real strength—otherwise, no ordinary stone material could withstand his assault.

"Haha, Reo, you need patience. We have an abundance of time, don't we?" The laidback Calvin chuckled, lighting a pipe without any rush, as if already accustomed to the delays.

"Ah, someone's here," murmured the reticent Saros.

As his words hung in the air, a gust of icy wind carrying snow scattered through the hall. With that frosty breeze, an empty chair now held a newcomer.

She was a woman radiating an aura of frost, seemingly in her early thirties. Her strikingly beautiful face bore a cold, stoic expression, her tall, slender figure exuding elegance. Her skin was pale to the point of translucence, and her ice-blue hair cascaded over her shoulders, chilling everyone around her.

She wasn't dressed in a cloak; instead, she wore a flowing gown tailored from ice-blue silk interwoven with transparent ice threads. Its wide hemline showcased delicate snowflake embroidery, embellished with dazzling ice diamonds.

This was Frost Speaker Sirena, an Ice Element Wizard whose mastery of frost magic was unrivaled not only within Shadow Tower but across the Ancient Ruins, earning her the title of Ice Queen.

Her arrival seemingly dropped the ambient temperature, making the three wizards reflexively shiver.