Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 830

Chapter 827 The Three Cave Worlds and ‘Gods’!!

Inside the dormitory, Locke’s clone continued preparing for the exploration of the plane, while his main body began reading the spellbook written by the wizard Russell. After

reading Russell’s spellbook about golden foxtail grass, Locke understood that foxtail grass had many subtypes.

The number of subtypes was extremely large, at least hundreds. The most basic was green foxtail grass, also known as a weed, though this was a joke. It

was a first-ring magical plant, considered a weed in a first-ring breeder’s field, but elsewhere it was the king of magical plants, not a weed.

There were also dozens of apprentice-level degenerate forms of green foxtail grass,

dozens of first-ring level semi-degenerate forms of foxtail grass, a few evolved forms of green foxtail grass, and the only one that re-evolved into a second-ring magical plant, golden foxtail grass.

The wizard Russell wrote in his book, “It is precisely because of the sheer number of members in the foxtail grass family that it possesses such astonishing charm. And among this vast family, the most attractive to me is the golden foxtail grass.” “

As is well known, in this book, almost all the subtypes of green foxtail grass are undergoing some form of degeneration, with many subspecies almost reaching the level of ordinary plants. Many more are on the verge of degeneration. Only the golden foxtail grass has escaped this risk of degeneration and re-evolved into a second-circle magical plant.” “

The unique degeneration mechanism of green foxtail grass, let’s leave that aside for now; that’s another area that could fill ten spellbooks. This book focuses on a summary of research on the golden foxtail grass…”

Locke spent a morning reading this spellbook, finding it incredibly rewarding. It particularly detailed the pathway mechanisms of the various natural magical structural components of the golden foxtail grass.

Unfortunately, this spellbook was only a summary, constantly emphasizing the golden foxtail grass’s important position, special value, and unique re-evolution, but not explaining in detail why only the golden foxtail grass could evolve again.

It simply stated: “[The Golden Foxtail Grass gained the power for further evolution by transforming from a diploid to a haploid form. Currently, it is known that multiple mechanisms exist within the foxtail grass magical plant that cause the Green Foxtail Grass to continuously degenerate, and after years of experimentation, I have confirmed that this mechanism originates from the Green Foxtail Grass’s plant essence.]”

Locke frowned. What was this?

Diploid to haploid?

A plant with only one set of plant essences?

How was that possible?

This wasn’t a fern’s gametophyte!

Haploid magical plants generally only exist in artificially bred magical plants, and they usually cannot reproduce and are difficult to fully develop, because most plants are at least diploid.

Haploidity means that a magical plant has only one set of plant essences, which means that during reproduction, there is no homologous plant essence to unite, making it impossible to produce the next generation and overcoming the limitations of sexual reproduction.

The Golden Foxtail Grass, however, should be a naturally evolved second-ring magical plant.

Locke frowned; this sentence in Russell’s wizarding book was incomprehensible to him.

Locke vaguely sensed that this secret might be closely related to the final step of his atavism.

His atavism had already been proven effective, but the foxtail grass magical plant family was unique, preventing him from completing it perfectly.

However, by changing to a different magical plant, he could complete the atavism almost flawlessly.

Locke realized that the secret of the golden foxtail grass’s ability to evolve again was extremely important to him.

This might allow him to perfect his atavism.

Furthermore, his agreement with Xiaoxi Cup also involved atavism-inducing golden wheat.

Locke picked up his magic quill and magic paper and began writing to Wizard Russell, asking relevant questions, especially about why the golden foxtail grass had become a haploid magical plant, how it reproduced in the wild, and why this was so closely related to its ability to evolve again.

At the same time, Locke also wrote a letter to Alaric, a nobleman of the Golden Dynasty, expressing how much he missed him since their parting at Yunze Cup, and asking him to help him inquire with his teacher, Russell.

Locke hesitated for a moment, because his Golden Dragon bloodline was already in a state of being obviously fake, having become a World-Destroying Demon Dragon.

He wasn’t sure if he still counted as having the Golden bloodline.

Locke pondered for a moment, considering the decline of the Boundary Between Darkness and Light back then, which seemed to have hidden reasons. He still didn’t understand why the Pale Giants attacked the Boundary Between Darkness and Light, why the Pale Pilgrimage appeared ten thousand years ago, and why the Pale Pilgrimage possessed the ability to bring down a leader wizard.

There must be a major secret hidden here.

And the World-Destroying Demon Dragon bloodline was too much to handle; if he wrote it down, it might attract unnecessary trouble.

Therefore, Locke decided not to provoke the Golden Nobles.

After writing the letters, Locke went to the library and found the library’s Magic Owl service. He handed the two letters to the owl and mailed them using the address information left by Alaric on the Gray Mist Stone Tablet.

Locke looked at the two letters and pondered, “I wonder if Wizard Russell will reply. If not, I’ll have to think of something.”

“Hopefully, Alaric can put in a good word for me.”

Locke turned to leave the library when he saw a very ordinary-looking wizard, appearing to be middle-aged, walk in.

He wore the standard badge of the True Knowledge Institute.

Locke raised an eyebrow, sensing that the man’s aura suggested he was in his early forties.

This meant he must be a True Knowledge Institute member at Mount Golden Crown, meeting the baseline requirement of becoming a liquefied wizard before the age of forty.

Of course, that was only the written requirement; the actual requirement had become reaching the level of a crystallized wizard before forty.

Locke quickly realized the man’s identity—it must be Wizard Droma.

Wizard Droma wasn’t a native wizard of the wizarding world; she came from a very humble background, from a medium-sized world called the Centaur World. She was the child of a centaur noble and a wizarding apprentice who had traveled there.

Therefore, her reputation at Mount Golden Crown wasn’t very good.

Although bloodlines are no longer as important in the modern magical age, the Droma wizard, born into a colonial world, would certainly receive some different treatment.

According to the information given to him by his senior, this Droma wizard barely made it into the Golden Crown Mountain at around forty years old.

Because the witch Catherine admired his talent and willpower and didn’t care about his background, he was able to enter the ordinary True Knowledge Academy of Golden Crown Mountain.

Thinking this, Locke quickened his pace slightly, wanting to leave the library.

Whatever kind of person this Zhorma wizard was, it was none of his business; if possible, he should minimize contact.

Not for any other reason, but because he was very busy, especially now with his idea of ancestral evolution. He didn’t want to casually interact with controversial figures, lest he cause unnecessary trouble.

Locke wanted to avoid trouble, but the wizard still walked straight towards him.

Zhorma wizard had a rugged look, characteristic of centaur blood, so when he saw Locke, he paused for a moment, then approached enthusiastically.

“Locke Augustine Wizard? Ah, I recognize you.”

“I saw you at the Silent Grail Tournament.”

“Your immense magic at the time opened my eyes. I felt it was very similar to the special power of priests in my home centaur plane. I am Zhorma.”

Locke nodded slightly.

“Hello, Wizard Droma, it’s a pleasure to meet you here.”

Wizard Droma patted her chest at Locke, then glared at Wizard Ackerman nearby. Wizard Ackerman rolled his eyes and turned to leave.

Clearly, there seemed to be some grudge between the two.

Wizard Droma snorted coldly, “How boring. That Ackerman is so petty. All I did was forget to return a magic book on time!”

Wizard Ackerman whispered from afar, “You’ve been treating that book as yours.”

Wizard Droma’s expression changed slightly. “Don’t make false accusations.”

He looked at Locke, seemingly feeling somewhat embarrassed, and changed the subject, “I have some misunderstanding with Ackerman.”

“Wizard Locke, I’m very interested in the wizard shoes you make.”

“I’ve already pre-ordered two pairs of Bloodwave Pineapple Wizard Shoes.” Locke seemed thoughtful

. Two pairs?

The Wizard Droma before him was clearly a normal human, but he probably used some bloodline magic to activate the centaur bloodline within him, giving him a centaur-like physique.

Otherwise, why would she buy two identical pairs of wizard shoes?

Of course, this was just her guess.

Perhaps she just wanted to swap them, or maybe she was buying them for someone else.

The wizard Zhuoma said to Locke, “Actually, I wanted you to make me a pair of wizard shoes. By the way, would it be convenient to talk in the quiet room of the library?”

Locke hesitated for a moment, then said, “Sure.”

The two entered a quiet room in the library.

The wizard Zhuoma smiled and sat down on the sofa, saying to Locke, “A few days ago, I saw you and the Brandy Wizard at the market?”

Locke frowned.

The wizard Zhuoma said, “Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t spying on you. I was just browsing the secondhand market that day, seeing if I could find anything usable.”

“I just happened to see you with the Brandy Wizard. But I must remind you, it’s best to stay away from the Brandy Wizard.”

Locke said expressionlessly.

“Why?”

Wizard Zhuoma whispered, “The wizard you were forced to leave the station last year? I think it was actually Brandy Wizard who did it.”

“Back then, Brandy, that wizard, and I were all in the same lab. The results of our experiments would always be mysteriously destroyed.”

Wizard Zhuoma said, “That Brandy guy will stop at nothing to succeed. He’s really insidious.”

“You’d better stay away from him. That’s my advice to you.”

Locke nodded slightly.

“Okay.”

Wizard Zhuoma said, “By the way, Wizard Locke, would you like to join our special grant application group?” Locke

looked at her in surprise and asked, “How did you know I’d be applying for the special grant next year?”

Wizard Zhuoma smiled and said, “I guessed. But it’s not hard to guess. Every second-ring wizard would never give up that one application opportunity each year. After all, application opportunities are limited, and more application opportunities mean more chances of success. You’ve already become a second-ring wizard. If you missed this year’s opportunity, how could you possibly miss it next year?”

Locke nodded slightly.

“I understand. Thank you, but no need. I’m not interested in any small groups.”

The wizard Zhuoma nodded.

“Alright. Wizard Locke, I’d like to commission you to make me another pair of wizard shoes.”

The wizard Zhuoma twirled the ring on her right thumb.

The ring projected a semi-transparent illusion into the void, within which appeared a terrifying ocean of sulfuric acid.

Locke frowned.

“This is the Abyss Plane, right? The third layer of the Abyss Plane, the Acidic Dead Sea?”

Wizard Zhuoma said. “Yes, that’s right. I’m a researcher from Group 4. Our Group 4 rarely appears in Golden Crown Mountain because our research institute isn’t in Cloud Marsh Wetlands, but in the Acidic Dead Sea on the third layer of the Abyss.”

“We have our research institute there. Many of us take turns standing guard there and venture deep into the Abyss Plane to obtain special magical plants from the Acidic Dead Sea. I recently acquired a magical plant that’s very important to me, and it requires me to enter a particularly dangerous place in the Acidic Dead Sea. It’s this place, the Kroble Whirlpool. This whirlpool is about a third the size of Cloud Marsh Wetlands.”

Locke looked at the deep green acidic whirlpool.

Clearly, this was an incredibly large, powerful acidic whirlpool, terrifying even to a second-ring wizard.

“I’m currently lacking a pair of wizard shoes suitable for such a dangerous area,” said Wizard Zhuoma.

Locke frowned. “The quality of the wizard shoes I make is currently inferior to Blue Ribbon’s, let alone those made by Thoras Barefoot and Melochy. You should ask them for help with this.”

Wizard Zhuoma smiled shyly.

“I know. It’s just that I’m short of money.”

“Besides, there aren’t that many wizards who want to enter the Great Vortex of Crobul. Those two wizard shoe shops in the alliance don’t even make wizard shoes that can adapt to the Great Vortex of Crobul.”

“But I need to obtain one of the magical plants called Crobul Grass. I believe that with your Moon Cultivation Method, you should be able to give the Great Bloodwave Pineapple Wizard Shoes the ability to adapt to this strong sulfuric acid environment.”

“So? Locke, can you make me a pair of wizard shoes that can conquer the Great Vortex of Crobul?”

Locke frowned, staring at the sulfuric acid Dead Sea, thought for a moment, and decisively shook his head.

“No, I refuse.”

Wizard Zhuoma seemed somewhat surprised.

“Huh?”

Locke said, “You should understand, this isn’t just a simple sulfuric acid environment; it’s the Abyss Plane, a sulfuric acid mixed with Abyss energy, and on an enormous scale, at least a third the size of the Cloud Marsh Wetland. The danger of you entering it is comparable to directly entering the void with your physical body.”

“With my current abilities, I might not be able to make wizard shoes that would allow you to walk on flat ground there.”

“And even if I could, it would consume a lot of mental energy and waste a lot of time.”

Locke’s sharp eyes looked at the wizard Zhuoma.

Neither the Brandy Wizard nor this wizard Zhuoma had left a good impression on him.

Locke turned and left the meditation room. “I’m sorry, Wizard Zhuoma, I can’t help you with this.”

Wizard Zhuoma stood up anxiously. “Wait, Wizard Locke. You…”

Wizard Zhuoma frowned as she watched Locke leave.

“Sigh.”

Locke quickly left the library, boarded the Rainbow Sparrow, and returned to his dormitory.

In his dormitory, Locke pondered for a moment.

“Making wizard shoes for Zhuoma is impossible. Only a tiny minority of wizards need to enter the Great Vortex of Crobul, and the environment of the Great Vortex is rare even in the void. This means that even if I made wizard shoes that could adapt to the environment of the Great Vortex of Crobul, I wouldn’t be able to sell many.”

“It’s not profitable at all. It’s like I’m doing nothing. That Zhuoma wizard isn’t as careless as he seems. I wonder what he’s up to by giving me this request at this time.” “

And that Brandy Wizard doesn’t seem like a good guy either. The fact that these two suddenly approached me at this time can’t be a simple coincidence.”

Locke thought, “I should stay away from these two. Or rather, focusing on completing my own experimental research is the only way.”

“Everything else is irrelevant to me. I’ll just stay home.”

“I have so many things to do; I really don’t want to get involved in anything strange.”

Locke took out the Linghong rubbing of the Two-Singing Cicada and began to study it.

…

A week later.

Little Peach Mountain, the Gate of Hell, the Void Cube appeared from the Golden Path and fell into his hands.

The Void Cube was still emerald green, but had shrunk from the size of a basketball to a tiny cube the size of a fingernail.

However, a crack appeared on its surface.

A powerful energy coiled around the crack, an energy that seemed to reign supreme, repel, and suppress everything.

It was a dazzling white light.

Locke stared at the white light.

“The Void Cube is a specially crafted second-ring magical artifact by alchemists, a one-time use item, costing five million magic stones each. Breaking this second-ring artifact would break through the permanent defensive force field shell,”

Locke pondered. “Damn it. A medium-sized world actually possesses beings capable of threatening second-ring wizards.”

The Silent Plane had beings capable of threatening second-ring wizards because that place had inherited the wizarding civilization; essentially, they couldn’t be considered natives.

Moreover, the Silent Plane was almost the largest medium-sized plane.

Locke drew upon the plane’s power from the cube, activating the power contained within. Instantly, the cube began to rotate, interpreting the information of the plane’s power for him.

“It’s a life plane, where the main inhabitants are…humans.”

“It’s a four-element plane, also containing the etheric element.”

“The principles of this plane don’t conflict with those of the Wizarding World; I can enter directly. The atmospheric composition is similar to the Wizarding World, but gravity and other factors are only about one-seventh of the Wizarding World’s.”

“Hmm? Its volume is actually slightly larger than the Silent Plane.”

Locke was slightly taken aback.

He hadn’t expected the Silent Grail’s tournament committee office to be so helpful, actually giving him a plane that was almost medium-sized.

Medium-sized planes, after all, couldn’t be used to create extremely large magic.

This plane, a top-tier plane for forging immense magic, is practically the best.

Locke closed his eyes again, sensing the information of that world.

He seemed to see a crater, beneath which was a lotus leaf floating on a river. The river’s source was a hollow

, and its destination another hollow.

The crater surrounded a basin, which was that world.

Above the crater was a third hollow, from which the sun and moon would emerge—the sun during the day and the moon at night.

[The Three-Hole Plane].

What greatly interested Locke was the lotus leaf, clearly a magical plant, though its grade was unknown.

He’d struck gold.

Seeing the magical plant that had participated in creation, Locke knew that exploring this plane would definitely be profitable.

Although many wizards who explored planes often ended up bankrupt.

The main reason for his bankruptcy was the vast distance of the void journey; he hadn’t controlled costs effectively, and the explored planes weren’t as valuable as he’d anticipated.

However, the magical plant that held up the world made Locke certain his trip wouldn’t be a loss.

Further observation revealed a vast expanse of land within the crater, dotted with countless towns and forests.

Many mortals lived there, maintaining a civilization reminiscent of the city-state era.

Remarkably, these mortals worshipped gods, and these gods weren’t fake.

The mortals inhabited the land, while the ‘gods’ of that world lived on the crater.

From Locke’s perspective, these ‘gods’ weren’t gods, not even false gods, but some kind of special race of giants.

However, Locke frowned as he looked at the partially shattered cube.

“No. There is indeed a peculiar energy here. This energy is different from magic; it possesses a strong repulsive force and is filled with an individualistic, arbitrary will.”

“Those giant races are strange.”

Locke also learned through the Void Cube that the giant race feared the mortals of the earth threatening their rule, yet they needed their services, thus artificially controlling their numbers.

When the number of mortals decreased, the giants transformed into benevolent gods, eager to help others.

And when the number of mortals became too great, the giants would launch a so-called cataclysmic attack to reduce their numbers, and it seemed that the number of mortals in that world had once again exceeded a certain limit set by the giants.

(End of Chapter)