Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Liver! Liver! Liver!

Soul Crystal.

Over the past few days, Lynch had been delving into the library to research detailed information about this magic material and had found the correct method of using it. If applied, it could bring a significant increase in spiritual power within a short period.

So, should he use it?

Staring at the Soul Crystal in his hand, Lynch’s eyes flickered faintly, torn and uncertain.

For a long time...

"No!" Ultimately, Lynch shook his head.

The main concern was the side effects.

The so-called correct usage of the Soul Crystal mentioned in books merely eliminated the painful torment that comes from using it, but it could not completely remove its side effects.

Forcibly absorbing the energy within to aid cultivation might indeed boost spiritual power in the short term, but it would leave impurities in the soul afterward. These impurities would directly affect advancement and even the subsequent journey on the Wizard’s Road.

This world offers no free gains. Regardless of how precious the magic potion or magic material is, there are always side effects, and forcing growth is inadvisable.

"There’s no necessity right now either."

Lynch analyzed: although Al harbored hostility towards him, it was unlikely that he would take direct action, especially after witnessing Lynch’s performance tonight.

After all, Al was now a High-level Apprentice in the tower, with limitless potential ahead, while Lynch was merely a Low-level Apprentice who had just arrived at the Inner Ring—albeit fortuitously obtaining the Warrior Feather, but nothing more.

Faced with such disparity, a reasonable mind might not consider Lynch a future threat.

Even Lynch himself wasn’t entirely confident he could catch up with Al; the bold words he had uttered earlier in the banquet hall were merely a ploy to lower Al’s guard, spoken casually.

While everyone understands that any enemy, whether a threat or not, should be eliminated, doing so must not lead to consequences.

Having the Warrior Feather and being friends with the Scoochi Family, Lynch had some protection. Unless willing to risk it all, Al couldn’t do much to him.

Destroying one’s bright future just to kill someone who poses no visible threat?

It’s unlikely anyone would think that way under normal circumstances, right?

"Stay low-profile and develop, stay low-profile and develop."

Thinking this, Lynch eased his worries, set aside the Soul Crystal, and began his routine cultivation for the day.

...

Meanwhile, within the Shadow Tower.

On the open terrace, Alfred sat on a Magic Chair, gazing at the Shadow Land below, gently swirling a silver wine glass in his hand, his focus on the Stone House District.

"Hah!"

"How foolish I was, to have felt fear because of that silly boy—a mere peasant."

Smirking self-deprecatingly, he retracted his gaze and took a sip of the crimson Fairy Blood in the glass—a high-level magical drink that greatly aids meditation and cultivation. Such a small glass cost hundreds of Magic Stones.

Feeling the Elemental Energy boiling within his body, Alfred set down the glass and comfortably reclined in the vine chair, letting his body absorb the nourishment of the potion while running his hand through his hair.

Perhaps it was a leftover sentiment from encountering an "old friend," but Alfred felt particularly spirited today and couldn’t stop recalling the past.

"How lucky I was... to make such a right decision!"

Alfred was deeply gratified for the cleverness and decisiveness he had shown back then, swapping Lynch’s experiment materials, which allowed him to stand out and become the wizard’s chosen apprentice, thus embarking on the broad avenue of destiny transformation.

If not for his foresight and intelligence back then, just look at Lynch now.

Without prospects, without a future, a silly boy who only knows how to work hard.

"Hah, hard work."

Thinking of this, Alfred almost laughed aloud.

In this world, what matters is background, resources, and talent. A dullard who only knows honest cultivation—like Lynch—could train for a lifetime and only remain a Low-level Apprentice––with zero chance of advancing to wizard.

Failing to reach wizard status would leave one as no more than a mortal, bound to die, whether in a century or even just a few decades, vanishing into the grave. He wouldn’t even warrant Alfred’s concern.

They were no longer creatures of the same realm.

"Advancing to wizard—that is the true pursuit. Such insignificant distractions should no longer occupy my thoughts."

Shaking his head, Alfred banished Lynch from his mind entirely.

"Creak!~"

Just then, the sound of grinding teeth echoed as the door outside swung open.

An older man wearing a gray cloak stepped inside—it was Alfred’s mentor, Wizard Murphy.

Alfred promptly rose: "Mentor."

Murphy waved dismissively, his face kind: "Alright, sit down. You just drank Fairy Blood; now is the best time to absorb its effects. Lie down and don’t move."

"Yes, Mentor." Alfred quickly reclined again.

Murphy approached, his smile full of concern: "How was it? The Fairy Blood painstakingly concocted by your mentor—is it satisfactory?"

Alfred nodded firmly: "You’re the one who brought about my transformation today!"

Murphy said, "This is nothing."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a Magic Potion Bottle filled with a dark green liquid, presenting it to Alfred: "Once your spiritual power stabilizes, drink this bottle of potion afterward."

Taking the bottle, Alfred asked hesitantly: "What is this?"

Murphy frowned slightly, displeased: "Do you think I would harm you?"

Alfred quickly replied: "That’s not what I meant, Mentor. I understand. I’ll drink it right away."

Only after watching Alfred pour the potion down did Murphy nod in satisfaction.

Looking into Alfred’s gray eyes intently, Murphy continued, "Alfred, my student, remember: trust your teacher. I will provide you with endless resources to help you become a wizard. Only I can help you ascend to a wizard! No one else can!"

Alfred firmly nodded: "Yes, Mentor, I trust you."

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