Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 4

Chapter 4: 004: Genius? Peasant?

"A dragon? Is it a dragon?"

"No way! Didn't they say these creatures were already extinct?"

"So beautiful..."

The apprentices were stunned, pressing forward eagerly. After all, even in the Wizard World, dragons belonged to the realm of legend, and few had ever seen one.

Horn Wizard's stiff expression also changed. He straightened up and stretched his right hand in Lynch's direction. It seemed as though an invisible large hand had appeared, as the little creature that had just climbed onto Lynch's chest was suddenly snatched away.

Ignoring the small creature's struggles, Horn Wizard picked it up and scrutinized it carefully in front of his eyes.

"Hmm... A Fire Dragon Lizard, with flesh wings cultivated from its own cells?"

"An impressive idea."

After giving a brief evaluation, he released the Fire Dragon Lizard and turned his gaze back to Lynch. At this moment, his previously icy face bore a faint smile.

He praised, "An outstanding creation, and not merely an innovative idea."

"To successfully transplant flesh wings cultivated from its own cells onto a Fire Dragon Lizard requires a highly refined transformation technique. Accomplishing this would demand at least a Second Tier Basic Transformation Technique. You are indeed impressive, apprentice."

Horn Wizard's voice wasn't loud, but every apprentice present heard it clearly, and they were momentarily stunned.

"Second Tier! Someone has reached Second Tier in fundamental studies already!"

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"What is he? A monster?"

Most apprentices present were still stuck at First Order in fundamental studies. Those who had barely broken through to the First Order were few in number. Even the green-haired apprentice, who had performed notably by transplanting the petrified eyeball earlier, hadn't reached Second Tier.

Now hearing that someone had genuinely achieved Second Tier shocked them profoundly.

"Tell me your name, apprentice," Horn Wizard asked again, taking out his notebook, his tone noticeably gentler.

His question successfully piqued the curiosity of the surrounding apprentices, who leaned in with ears wide open. Everyone wanted to know the identity of this dark horse.

Lynch replied, "Lynch Valen, sir."

Although Lynch had been here for two years, he mostly spent his time secluded in his room, studying and cultivating. He rarely interacted with other apprentices. Thus, upon hearing his name, the apprentices' first reaction was confusion and unfamiliarity.

Horn Wizard gave Lynch a once-over and hesitantly asked, "Noble?"

Many nobles had access to wizard knowledge even before entering the Wizard World, allowing them to study ahead. Horn's initial assumption was that Lynch was one of these privileged nobles, and the other apprentices generally shared the same belief.

However, Lynch's answer surprised them all.

Shaking his head, Lynch answered earnestly, "Estate farmer, sir."

An estate farmer, commonly referred to as a peasant.

"What?"

"A peasant? No way."

"I... I lost to a peasant?"

The apprentices struggled to accept this revelation. In this world, peasants were typically synonymous with simplicity, dullness, and ineptitude. No one could believe they were bested by someone they considered an 'honest fool.'

"Lynch... Lynch! I remember who he is now. Isn't he that unlucky Lynch?"

"I remember too..."

"That poor guy who had his materials swapped!"

"Oh, it's him?"