Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 789

Chapter 786 You shall be called Ranger Nicholas Shaw!

Locke pondered how to digest this world.

First, he definitely needed to continue expanding the forests in this world, and then use the Ecological Alliance Charm to maintain contact here.

But if possible, he might be able to fund and establish a private foundation in the Southeast Corner.

Locke thought of the Breeder Competition he participated in during his apprenticeship in the Southeast Corner. At that time, he lacked experience, and the Witch Sophia was also outside the system, so he didn’t apply for many school funds.

But in fact, Lilith’s Hut had established a large number of funds for various purposes.

After all, as long as there is a strong enough reason to spend money, you can always find someone to give you money.

‘To accelerate becoming a Star Ring Wizard, now that I think about it, I still need to spend money, and I can rely on the form of a horizontal fund.’

Locke thought: ‘If I could have an entire academy of students thinking for me and forging my own power system, the speed would undoubtedly be accelerated.’

But cultivating an academy from scratch is too slow.

That doesn’t fit my current situation.

Therefore, if he could support the wizarding academy from which he came, especially those wizards studying the Forest Sanctuary—researching the power of Myster—then these people could be used as a makeshift solution.

The best way to mobilize them would be to establish his own foundation within the academy, or to create a competition in his own name,

much like the Silent Witches did.

Then he could use them to achieve his own goals.

However, he needed to think about these things carefully.

At this moment, Locke sensed that the Burial Grounds in the core area of the Louis Plane were collapsing.

Winter and death separated, and vast swathes of Dead Winter Knights were finally able to rest.

Meanwhile, the wizard Berber Morgan wailed above Locke’s Forest Sanctuary. Standing atop the Frost Bone Dragon, he felt his own decline.

He still had a backup plan, still had methods.

He had lived for a thousand years, accumulating research results on numerous projects in various lower-level wizarding lands.

Even though these were all results of low-level thinking, they could still help him now.

But the problem now was that he was too old.

He was already a thousand years old.

His soul, body, and mind had all aged.

Faced with unstable magical pressure, he had no time to use his methods.

Berber Morgan the wizard said, “I hate it.”

“I hate the white wizards, I hate the black wizards too.”

“You have all twisted my will. My will, my soul, Locke Augustine!”

His wizarding robes burst into flames, and a decree inlaid with white bones floated in mid-air. Locke had seen this before; it was a High Lord’s Decree.

The moment this thing appeared, Locke immediately used Half Summer, casting the second-circle spell model [Summer Grass and Firefly], trying to stop him.

Locke hadn’t expected that he would have a blank High Lord’s Decree on him.

That was something that could leave a special mark on the mysterious ancient tree of the underworld, creating the Netherworld Iron Pillar, the core of the Ghostly Arts of the Ghostly Cult for five hundred years.

Berber Morgan the wizard’s skeletal body beneath his robes was enveloped in his own green soulfire.

He screamed in agony.

“Lock Augustine, I’ll never let you go, even if it kills me! I’ll drag you down with me! Let’s die together! Hahaha, taking away a white wizard genius might not be so bad.”

Berber Morgan took a unique, black-glowing rib from his chest and threw it at the blank imperial edict, looking at Locke, who possessed a young soul, with envy.

“Please have the Grand Seal stamp it, please have the Auditorium stamp it, please have the Central Council stamp it, please have the Court Duke stamp it, please have the Bone Palace stamp it! Please have the Overseer stamp it!”

“Please have the Ghost Palace stamp it, please have the Palace Master stamp it, please have the Four Punishments stamp it!”

“Please have the Great Lord issue the decree!”

Locke frowned, realizing something was wrong. He waved the half-summer in his hand, summoning summer magic to interrupt the Great Lord’s imperial edict.

However, the fiery red planet that his half-summer transformed into floated above the blank imperial edict, unable to get any closer.

“Hahaha…”

Berber Morgan laughed loudly.

“Lock Augustine, you’re dead. This is a decree from the High Priest; how can you lowly wizards possibly resist   it? ”

Locke sneered.

“Since the Enlightenment, there has been no such thing as a High Priest. I can’t stand your charade.”   A voice rippled from behind the decree.   Locke and Berber Morgan were both startled.   The next moment, Berber Morgan was overjoyed.   ”Lord of the Bone Palace, please stamp this, Your Majesty!”   Unexpectedly, the voice seemed to completely ignore the weakened magical pressure of Berber Morgan, instead addressing Locke: “Little brat from Mount Golden Crown, you’ve got quite the air. You say we’re all just playing tricks? That’s not wrong.”   ”But what good are you, Mount Golden Crown?”   ”We’re nothing but relics of the old era.”   ”Your Mount Golden Crown are also relics left over from the pure-blood era. Same to same as everyone else.”   Locke’s mind went blank for a moment. The voice seemed to contain some profound enchanting magic; just hearing it made his mind tremble.   He felt an ancient power emanating from the distant past.   Moreover, from the conversation, he sensed that the other party possessed many things he didn’t understand.   For example, the other party said they were all relics of the old era—there seemed to be something he didn’t know about in that statement.   This made him begin to consider the other party’s words, wanting to think if there was anything correct in them.   The next moment, the starlight of the Holy Dragon Star appeared in Locke’s mind. His eyes were clear as he retorted, “The modern magic era can accommodate everything.”   ”The only difference is whether some people are willing to enter the modern magic era.”   The voice that came from behind the imperial edict seemed somewhat surprised.   ”Not bad, you were actually able to withstand my [Undead Echo]. Your willpower is quite good. You are considered quite outstanding among the younger generation.”

“Heh. So it’s the legacy of the Holy Dragon Star, magical power from the Dark Ages. Boy, don’t underestimate the power of the past. How much of the power you possess now isn’t from the past?”

“The past is the most powerful force in this world. Let me show you—this is the eternal world conceived by our Pale Pilgrimage, and partially realized!”

The power behind the decree seemed somewhat enraged by Locke’s statement about not wanting to enter the modern magical era. A world unfolded behind the decree.

It was a world of the dead.

There was no living being.

Undead universities composed of various liches were scattered throughout that world, filled with countless undead of all kinds.

The Lich King and the Frost Bone Dragon were merely the most common undead.

Locke even saw the Undead Root Realm in that world.

In that world, there were also numerous undead courts, with complex positions and rampant bureaucracy, clearly indicating that the world still employed a monarchical system.

The various undead universities were subordinate institutions established by the monarchs.

Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, Locke recognized the undead from the Age of Stars, and the special [Realms of the Dead] within the various kingdoms, though drastically changed by time.

It was practically an eternal world of death.

Lich wizards had become eternal, wielding wisdom and power, forever ruling that world.

They reigned supreme there, eternally occupying positions.

Time seemed to have never passed there.

Locke was alarmed; the fact that the other party dared to let him see meant it wasn’t a secret to a second-circle wizard.

It was very likely the face of the dark wizarding world of the Pale Pilgrimage.

What intrigued Locke even more was that he had only glanced at the Pale Pilgrimage’s Hidden Lands from afar, yet that place seemed to have many things similar to, yet different from, the kingdoms’ realms.

A tiger eye appeared on Locke’s forehead; the three-eyed tiger cat’s perception enhanced his basic vision as a second-circle wizard, causing that eternal empire’s territory to begin to blur in Locke’s vision.

That world transformed into a series of circular realms.

Each circle resembled a kingdom’s realm,

yet was different.

The entire Pale Pilgrimage world seemed to be composed of overlapping circles.

Was that the Pale Pilgrimage?

No wonder it was one of the necromancers’ strongholds.

The overlapping circles formed an eternally unchanging, static world. Even with just a fleeting glimpse, only the tip of the iceberg, Locke sensed the world’s grandeur and magnificence,

and its eternal immutability.

The voice behind the imperial edict appeared.

“Lock Augustine, I see you are quite talented. How about this: look at Berber Morgan, a White Wizard in life, just a regular first-ring wizard, who lived to be five hundred years old.”

“After his death, he lived a second life in my Pale Pilgrimage.”

“You can continue to be a White Wizard now, pursuing truth in your White Wizarding University, but if one day you die, you can enter my Pale Pilgrimage after death and live a second life.”

“How about it? This deal is a sure win for you.”

“If you join my Pale Pilgrimage, I will grant you the position of [Death Knight Grand General] in the Bone Palace, higher than Berber Morgan’s mere [Lich General] position!”

“A Lich General can only lead one Scourge, while a Death Knight Grand General has ten Lich Kings and ten Scourge under his command.”

“This is my investment in your future. Right now, you’re far from worthy of this position.”

Berber Morgan was stunned. He had intended to trade a blank imperial edict for Locke’s after Locke dismantled his great magic, but who knew that the palace master seemed to have taken a liking to him, even promising to guide him into the Pale Pilgrimage after his death.

This left Berber Morgan with a feeling of betrayal and helplessness.

He had guarded the southeastern corner of the Pale Pilgrimage for centuries, painstakingly cultivating chives here for the Pale Pilgrimage. Could it be that even this small wish couldn’t be fulfilled?

Locke, seeing the other party propose a trade, began to seriously consider it. The rule of the White Wizarding Society was that whenever a trade was proposed, regardless of who the other party was, one must seriously consider whether the trade could be profitable.

Making money, of course, wasn’t shameful.

Locke asked, “What is the price of living a second life in your Pale Pilgrimage?”

The Palace Master replied, “Your soul will forever belong to the Pale Lord. Furthermore, your second life must be completely subservient to the Lord. The Lord’s interests are above yours; your undead calamity is part of the Lord’s undead court.”

Locke said, “That won’t do. I’ll lose out.”

As a White Wizard, Locke immediately saw through the trick.

Wizards naturally have a normal cycle of life and death, and can be reincarnated.

Good heavens, if he joined the Pale Pilgrimage, it would be like walking into their spell.

This is called living a second life?

This is called being enslaved by a high-ranking necromancer using necromancy.

‘The Pale Lord must have studied at the White Wizarding University, calling such a cruel thing living a second life.’

‘Those who aren’t smart enough might actually be fooled.’

Not to mention that after becoming a Third Ring Wizard, one can have several lifetimes without falling into spiritual decay, possessing the blessings of past lives.

Ten lifetimes possess special crown magic.

Even sun-ring wizards seem to have some reincarnation privileges.

Moreover, once someone becomes a formal wizard, they have the privilege of reincarnating without their soul disintegrating.

This applies to both first-ring and second-ring wizards.

Ordinary souls, upon reincarnation, may need to disintegrate and fragment like matter before they can be reborn,

recombining with other soul fragments to form a new soul.

First-ring wizards, upon reincarnation, generally retain most of their soul, but everything is reset and they start anew.

Second-ring wizards, upon reincarnation, are almost guaranteed a completely intact soul,

but still must have everything cleansed and start afresh.

It is said that sun-ring wizards have some residual magic accompanying them in reincarnation, while third-ring wizards are accompanied by crown magic, enjoying ten lifetimes of blessings.

Therefore, the Pale Pilgrimage’s conditions are only highly tempting to mortals and apprentices; for first-ring wizards, it’s a seemingly advantageous but actually detrimental arrangement.

For any second-ring wizard, it’s utter nonsense,

let alone for someone like myself who aspires to become a high-ring wizard.

The palace master behind the imperial decree didn’t seem angry.

“It’s alright, young people are far from death. You have plenty of time.”

“One day, I will come back to ask you again.”

The Palace Master finally spoke to Berber Morgan.

“I gave you a blank decree not so you could sacrifice your life to activate it and use it to kill a mere ordinary second-circle wizard.”

“This decree is for you to deal with the Lord of the Forbidden Forest.”

“Berber Morgan, you’re foolish. Do you know how many resources a blank decree requires from the Pale Pilgrimage?”

Berber Morgan gritted his teeth.

“That Locke Augustine advanced too quickly. He’s a dangerous white wizard. He comes from the Southeast Corner Region, and in less than five years, he went from a first-circle wizard to a second-circle wizard.”

“He’s dangerous.”

The Palace Master sneered.

“So what? We don’t care.”

“After all, you’re just a low-level wizard; you don’t see the whole picture.”

“Everyone dies. No matter how powerful he is, can he not die? Every living person is just a potential ally. We’re not afraid of these enemies.”

“On the contrary, you actually used the Great Khan’s decree on someone other than the Lord of the Forbidden Forest. If I hadn’t stopped you, the Great Khan would have been furious and ordered all three agencies to investigate us simultaneously. When His Majesty is angry, ten thousand corpses will submit.”

“Berber Morgan, your application for the stamp was against procedure, so I rejected it. You want nine agencies to stamp your application so you can pass the Great Khan’s decree?”

The Palace Master said, “Don’t even think about it.”

Locke was stunned.

Nine agencies?

There were only six before.

Good heavens, after five hundred years, have the agencies become even more cumbersome?

The bureaucracy of the Pale Pilgrimage is quite severe.

Locke was speechless. It seemed that even if he accepted all the shortcomings of living a second life in the Pale Pilgrimage, he would never go to the Pale Pilgrimage. After all, he didn’t like such a lifeless place.

However, what exactly is the connection between the Pale Pilgrimage and the Lich Kings of the Age of Stars?

Is there any relationship between the two?

The Palace Master commanded, “Lich General, your magical pressure has weakened. You must correctly use the High Priest’s Decree according to His Majesty’s instructions.”

Berber Morgan the Wizard immediately understood.

In the present world, his true form immediately knelt towards the direction of Cloud Marsh Wetlands, leaving both the White Wizards from the White Wizarding Association who had come to support him and the Black Wizards present bewildered.

Berber Morgan the Wizard knelt, “Please issue the High Priest’s decree.”

Instantly, his clone and his true form completely collapsed.

At the same time, Locke’s consciousness in the Louis world saw the blank decree disappear, and the Palace Master’s voice appeared in Locke’s ears.

“Heh… a young, outstanding wizard of Cloud Marsh Wetlands.”

“The Pale Pilgrimage will always open its doors for you. When you face death again, I will come to guide you and give you a second chance.”

Locke snorted coldly, his eyes indifferent.

Good heavens, they’ve got their eyes on me.

But he wasn’t some spineless coward like Berber Morgan.

Locke wasn’t afraid; after all, Mount Golden Crown and the Pale Pilgrimage were wizarding organizations of the same caliber.

The Pale Pilgrimage was one of the strongholds of necromancers, and Mount Golden Crown was one of the best and most efficient agricultural universities in the Eastern Frontier.

They were in cahoots.

He had powerful backers.

If he were a wizard from a small organization, being targeted by such a large one would certainly be alarmed.

Locke, however, fell into thought. ‘The world I saw did indeed use a lot of technology from the Kingdom’s domain. Only more advanced.’ ‘

But the Pale Pilgrimage is an unchanging world. They’re unlikely to achieve technological advancement. If I’m not mistaken, the Pale Pilgrimage must have its own wizarding university in the wizarding world.’

‘It’s just likely not in Cloudswamp Wetlands. Otherwise, their technological advancements can’t be explained.’

Locke keenly sensed this.

Could it be that one of the seven top universities in Cloudswamp Wetlands is affiliated with the Pale Pilgrimage?

No.

None of the seven top universities specialize in necromancy.

Could it be the Southern Wizarding Capital?

Locke shook his head slightly.

Forget it, this matter isn’t really his concern. He’s not a high-ring wizard; he doesn’t need to worry about such big issues.

He should focus on himself first, on his own projects.

“Berber is dead. The Dark Wizarding Alliance’s operation in the mortal world has failed,”

Locke pondered. “Although I unintentionally interfered, I still disrupted the Pale Pilgrimage. And it seems the Rose Council’s plans are also involved.”

“Now that Berber is dead, the world portal will soon close. I need to use this time to rapidly expand my forest and stabilize this world.”

“Otherwise, this world war will have been for nothing.”

Locke appeared in the collapsed land of bones in the Louis world, then placed his hand on the three winter plum trees, activating the synthesis function of the Synthesis Cube.

The next moment, the three winter plum trees began to synthesize.

After becoming a second-ring wizard, the ability to synthesize cubes underwent a significant upgrade. It could now synthesize not only level 8 items but also level 9 and 10 items.

At this point, the Three Winter Plum Blossoms were classified as level 9 items.

The old cube would have been unable to synthesize them, but the new cube could synthesize level 10 items, so it was still possible.

The Three Winter Plum Blossoms began to be synthesized.

The time flow in the Louisiana plane differs from that in the Wizarding World. This calculation is extremely difficult because the time ratios are different, but the relationship between the magical tide concentration gradient and the time conversion ratio is significant.

Specifically, the higher the magical tide concentration gradient, the slower the time flow, and vice versa.

Time is ultimately a subjective thing; essentially, the so-called passage of time is the speed of the alternation of day and night, and the speed of matter decay.

The lower the magical tide concentration gradient and the lower the world level, the faster the time flow.

However, due to the existence of the wizard Berber, the time flow in this world was very similar to that in the Wizarding World.

Because of his existence, the time flow of the two worlds would continue to converge.

With his death, the Louis plane, whose time flow had been forcibly tied to the wizarding world, returned to its normal flow. Five minutes in the wizarding world was equivalent to a day here. In

the Louis plane,

Locke sensed that the magical tide concentration gradient of this world was steadily decreasing after the death of the wizard Berber.

The wizard Berber had brought a double-edged sword to the world.

On one hand, he nearly turned a living plane into a dead plane; on the other hand, he increased the magical tide concentration gradient and level of this plane.

Now, with the collapse of his immense magic, this world was returning to its original state.

After all, the reason time flowed so quickly here was because the magical tide concentration gradient was relatively low.

‘I am still aging at the same rate as in the wizarding world,’

Locke realized.

‘There are still so many things about this world that I don’t understand.’

“In this way, my lifespan in this world has inexplicably increased by over a hundred times,”

Locke said with a strange expression.

“Although it’s meaningless. Because after the magical tide concentration gradient decreases, there’s limited what I can do here.”

“It might even reduce my power.” “

Of course, as long as I create a forest here and increase the magical tide concentration gradient, I can bring the flow of time in line with the wizarding world.”

“Time science is truly complex, and planar science is an even more profound system of knowledge.”

Locke used the Moon of Evolution to continuously catalyze the forest, allowing this world to regain its forest cover, thus meeting the minimum conditions for forming a stable ecological alliance spell.

If he were to return now, this world would be lost.

Therefore, he needed to immediately expand the forest and consolidate his victory.

“I need to speed things up.”

Locke looked at the native student he had taken in this world, the human boy. “What’s your name?”

The human boy was taken aback. “Teacher, my father calls me Gouza.” “

He said a humble name is easier to raise, and that when I grow up I’ll be strong and become the best hunter in the tribe.”

Locke shook his head slightly.

“You’ve grown up, you’ve become a hero who will save this world. Those evil spirits will never appear again. From today onwards, you are my student.”

“I will teach you how to connect with nature, understand this world, and how to protect this forest. You need a proper name.”

The human boy said to Locke, “Please give me a name, teacher.”

Locke pondered for a moment and said, “Use a name popular in my world. You can be called Nicholas Shaw.”

‘Teaching him knowledge and making him a wizard won’t work. Because that would just be repeating the power system of the wizarding world, and this is the birthplace of my ultimate magic.’ ‘

I need to transform it, to create my own power. But this isn’t something that can be done overnight, so I’ll use this native disciple as an experiment.’

Locke said to Nicholas Shaw, “Shaw, I am a Ranger, and I will make you the first Ranger in this world.”

Locke thought of the forest guardians of his previous life—the Rangers—and casually gave his power system a name.

Anyway, it’s just a name.

The key is the internal power system.

And regarding the key point…

he hasn’t thought of it yet; it’s still a blank.

He hasn’t read enough books.

This time when I go back, I’ll make sure my clone goes to the library to read literature every day.

(End of Chapter)