Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: 033: I’m back

At the edge of the Shadow Land, inside Lynch’s stone hut.

The faint sound of snoring echoed through the dilapidated stone hut as Lynch lay on the wooden bed, fast asleep.

Since returning to the stone hut, he had been sleeping here.

This sleep felt extraordinarily comforting. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had slept so peacefully—it must have been before he crossed over. Oh no, perhaps it had to be even further back, during his carefree childhood. Only those worry-free days of childhood would allow such an undisturbed, blissful sleep.

If it were up to him, Lynch would choose to sleep like this forever, until time ceased to have meaning and the sun and moon lost their light.

But then, the terrifying image of the Demon Alchemist and Yuri drenched in blood, yelling for him to run, surfaced in his mind, forcing him to awaken.

"Whoosh!"

Lynch sat bolt upright, grabbing the Magic Wand by the side of his bed. He lowered his body and scanned his surroundings with a cold, vigilant gaze, like a feral beast lurking in the forest.

It wasn’t until his eyes fell upon the familiar table and chairs that his guarded gaze began to soften. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

"Hmm～"

Relaxing, Lynch shook his head, letting the tension in his body gradually dissipate.

Then, he grabbed the brass pocket watch sitting on the table and checked the time, his expression changing immediately. Something troubling seemed to dawn on him.

"I actually slept for 16 hours!"

At this point, he noticed the daylight outside. However, the thick clouds overhead dimmed the sunlight, leaving the surroundings looking somber and gray.

"This is completely unacceptable!"

Shaking his head in self-reproach, Lynch quickly leapt out of bed to freshen up and prepare for the day’s routine.

Meditation.

[Meditation Chapter skill level +2.]

Spell training.

[Shadow Touch skill level +3.]

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A few hours flew by as his once vibrant spiritual power was quickly drained until only remnants remained. It was only then that Lynch paused to prepare... Well, Lynch wasn’t sure if it should be considered breakfast, lunch, or afternoon tea.

His stomach had long been empty, though immersed in his state of cultivation, he hadn’t noticed—or perhaps he had, but chose not to let such trivial matters deter his efforts.

After all, missing a meal meant little to him, but missing a day of training? That would leave him restless and uneasy.

It scared him—especially after what had happened.

Ever since the day of his crossing, he’d been aware this was not a safe and peaceful world. Chaos and disorder were its defining features, and he had always anticipated the dangers he might one day face.

But only when trapped in such a dire situation had he realized just how fragile the mental preparations he had built were.

In that moment, death felt so close. Even now, Lynch could still smell the sharp metallic scent of blood—so vivid, it seemed as though just one small step would erase his existence, his will, plunging him into the boundless void of darkness.

Weakness, helplessness, confusion, despair, fear!