Wizard: Starting With Synthesized Gems - Chapter 922

Chapter 917 Supernatural Purgatory and Modification of Basic Textbook

Locke frowned, pondering whether to seek out Hussein to curse the name. However, Hussein was a master of blood curse magic; without blood, he couldn’t possibly curse a legendary wizard from five hundred years ago with just a name.

Besides, blood curse magic was very risky.

Locke immediately thought of capturing curse masters among the black wizards and forcing them to curse this person with a name, such as using black magic.

Locke immediately dismissed this idea; it was too radical. If that wizard was still alive, he would be offending him.

Moreover, since he intended to hide his existence, it was unlikely that he could find him through such a simple method.

Warwick glanced at Locke, “Isn’t your Supernatural Purgatory on Mount Golden Crown famous? Perhaps you could find this person using your Supernatural Purgatory on Mount Golden Crown.”

Locke was taken aback.

Because the Supernatural Purgatory was a Senate institution, he hadn’t really looked into it before. He used the Water Gourd System to search for relevant information.

Locke quickly noticed that the Supernatural Purgatory possessed the ability to absorb large numbers of souls of wizards who died in battle, and not just wizards, but also the souls of other supernatural creatures who died in battle.

When a wizard entered the Supernatural Purgatory with a certain token, it would trigger the causal chain within the Supernatural Purgatory, drawing all those related to him closer to him and launching an attack.

Warwick swallowed hard, looking at Locke and saying, “Well, only the wizards of Golden Crown Mountain truly know the details of this kind of thing. We outsiders can’t understand it, and it’s impossible for us to collect such detailed information.”

“Is it feasible?”

Locke asked. “Hmm, I didn’t notice the special nature of this second-circle wizarding realm belonging to the Senate before. The Supernatural Purgatory imprisons the evil souls of many supernatural beings, keeping them in a constant state of battle to atone for their sins. The entire Supernatural Purgatory is built on… the wave theory of the Power School.”

“Strange… how can wave theory be related to the Supernatural Purgatory?”

“Never mind, I’m not a Power Master, I can’t figure it out.”

Locke looked at the wizard Warwick and said, “I know what you mean. You mean I’ll bring this travelogue in, use the characteristics of the Supernatural Purgatory to guide those who fought Maxwell to catch up with me, and then I’ll use archaeological magic to search for Maxwell’s traces on them.”

Warwick, the werewolf, couldn’t suppress his greed and desire for the Black and White Grimoire; his eyes blazed with astonishing lust.

“Yes, that’s right. That’s exactly what I meant.”

“And I’ve already found his name for you, which will give you some clues. I believe this isn’t the first time you’ve heard this name. Of course, it’s not the same for me either. As long as we work together, we can definitely find a Black and White Codex without joining any wizarding faction or being coerced by anyone!”

Locke looked at Old Warwick and said, “Hmm? What do you know about the name ‘Maxwell’?”

Old Warwick looked at Locke and said, “Alright, I’ll tell you. But can you tell me where you learned about Maxwell?”

Locke’s expression remained unchanged, and he said directly, “In that Abyss Ruins last time.”

“I saw him leave a message on Princess Loom’s tomb, a message of visiting Princess Loom.”

Old Warwick’s face showed a look of realization.

“I see. If that’s the case, then it’s not surprising at all. Maxwell… I just remembered. There’s a legend among us archaeological wizards about an archaeological wizard who doesn’t like exploring other people’s secrets or the heroic deeds of the ancients. He prefers to become the past, to become a legend.”

“He left information about himself in various places. He left his name in ancient tombs.”

“This name is information that can only be purchased from other archaeological wizards with magic stones. I previously thought it was unnecessary to buy this name, but now it seems he must have left his name in that ancient tomb last time. Of course, Wizard Maxwell only leaves his name in the ruins of wizards with the potential to go down in history.”

Locke asked, “If you can confirm that this person is the legendary archaeologist who left his name in various ancient tombs, then what else do you know about him?”

Wizard Warwick shrugged. “Nothing. And not just me, other archaeological wizards probably only know a little about him, and much of what they know is incorrect.”

Locke nodded. It seems the clues have returned to Mount Golden Crown.

Locke glanced at the entry requirements for the Supernatural Purgatory. Surprisingly, the publicly available information didn’t mention them, and this wizarding realm wasn’t listed among the second-level wizarding realm entry opportunities available through various channels in Golden Crown Mountain.

In other words, only specific wizards chosen by the Senate could enter this realm.

Locke thought of Antoine.

Warwick said to Locke, “Locke, aren’t you doing quite well in Golden Crown Mountain? You should have a chance to enter the Supernatural Purgatory, right? You and I can team up…” Locke pondered

. If it were a regular wizarding realm, he could gain contribution points by publishing articles to enter, but the problem was that this wizarding realm was special, and ordinary methods would likely be difficult.

First, he wasn’t sure if he could enter, and second, even if he did, would he really find Maxwell’s traces?

Locke looked at the travelogue in his hand. Although he, as an archaeological wizard, had twice unexpectedly encountered his ancestor’s fake tomb, which seemed impressive

, the problem was that both times it was purely accidental.

When he first attempted to trace the footsteps of a brilliant archaeological wizard, searching for his past, present, and future, he felt utterly powerless. The information he held was like the string on a kite, soaring in a dangerous storm, never knowing when it would snap. Could

following this clue truly lead to the Black and White Codex?

Could using the Parallel History Charm truly gather enough data on the sun’s trajectory to perfect the Golden Charm and further refine his two Great Magics?

These were all uncertain.

If he had ten or eight years to slowly work his way up, that would be fine, but now the outcome of his application for this year’s Special Grant was to be decided immediately…

Warwick looked at Locke, awaiting Locke’s answer.

“Locke, if you need it, I can gather my friends. There are a bunch of archaeological wizards who don’t want to join anyone else’s faction; they’re all desperately waiting for the possibility of finding the Black and White Codex.”

Locke nodded slightly.

“I understand.”

Locke made up his mind. Sometimes research is like this: catching the perfect fish in the vast ocean requires luck, decisive judgment, and unwavering willpower.

Because only those who persevere to the end in such uncertain circumstances can catch the big fish.

Locke made up his mind and determined that continuing the search would be fine. He nodded to Warwick and then went to find Antoine.

On the Water Hyacinth System, Antoine seemed very surprised.

“What did you say? You want to enter the Supernatural Purgatory? What are you going to do in that kind of place?”

“You’re not a Power Master…”

“That kind of hellhole will be of no benefit to you whatsoever.”

“Wait, is it related to the notebook you prepared for the special grant?”

Locke frowned, surprised by Antoine’s meticulousness; he couldn’t hide anything from him.

He hadn’t wanted to say it,

after all , nothing was certain yet.

Antoine sent him a message: “I’ll try to figure something out for you. A second-ring secret realm should require 3,000 second-ring contribution points. You’ll need to pay that. I can take care of the rest.” Locke

replied with some surprise: “You’re going to help me like this? You know this is absolutely related to my special grant application. Besides, the Supernatural Purgatory is of great importance.”

Antoine quickly replied: “What are you talking about? Didn’t you also know that the Name Potion is important to my special grant application, and you even helped me refine the potion?”

“To put it bluntly, I’m not the kind of person who gets caught up in gains and losses.”

On the other side, Antoine sat in front of Wizard Fisher, holding a young and beautiful witch in his left arm, while his right hand rapidly replied on the Water Gourd System.

Wizard Fisher frowned. He had previously thought Antoine was feigning interest for the Senate’s plans, but it seemed Antoine genuinely enjoyed such things.

Wizard Fisher coughed a few times.

“Antoine, I’m asking you, are you truly confident about the Special Grant program? Since only one grant is approved per year, it’s quite representative. Granting Special Grants to wizards of different factions strengthens their faction’s influence.”

Antoine replied, “I’m not. The sudden emergence of the Magic Plant Crystallization technology has affected countless people; I was caught off guard too. But there’s nothing I can do; this world isn’t static, it’s constantly changing. Those who cling to outdated ideas are easily eliminated.”

“My only hope right now is to use the wizards I’ve persuaded to find direct evidence of the existence of the superplanetary within the World Ruins.”

“That’s my only chance of getting this year’s Special Grant.”

Wizard Fisher frowned.

“The Senate is planning a counterattack against the Academic Committee, at least to prevent the witch Catherine from holding Golden Crown Mountain hostage. Look at all the trouble she’s caused—the Rose School’s targeting of us, and the Dark World’s declaration of war against us.”

“Oh, and by the way, the recent batch of students’ practical thinking is all too over-the-top. This is all a manifestation of the Red Dragon School’s excessive influence on Golden Crown Mountain.” “

The textbook revision for Golden Crown Mountain’s basic academy is about to begin again. At this rate… I’m afraid a large portion of our Power Science popular science section will be cut, while their Breeding Science and Dragonblood Science popular science sections will see a significant increase in size in Golden Crown Mountain’s basic academy textbooks.”

Antoine whispered, “This is not good. Textbooks determine the future, and students’ opinions determine the future direction of all disciplines on Golden Crown Mountain for the next hundred years. Isn’t the Red Dragon Throne going a bit too far by touching those old textbooks?”

“The textbooks for the Basic Academy haven’t changed in fifty years,”

Wizard Fischer chuckled, stroking his white beard. “The Throne Lady used this as a pretext to interfere with the textbook compilation. She believes the textbooks are outdated and need reform.”

“However, revising the textbooks is something all three factions agree on. Because revising the textbooks will strengthen the Golden Crown Academy’s control over the various lower-level, intermediate, and advanced academies.”

Wizard Fischer said to Antoine, “So, on behalf of the Senate, I must ask you: can you secure this special funding project?”

“With your strength…”

Antoine said, “It might be possible without the Magic Plant Crystallization technology. You know, the Magic Plant Crystallization technology brings wizards of my level and those of Droma and Brandy to a very close level.”

“This gives them the possibility of defeating me.”

“Wait…”

The images of Locke and Zeno flashed through Antoine’s mind.

“Without the magic plant crystallization technology, this year’s second-ring wizards from the Red Dragon lineage are not to be trifled with,”

Antoine said to Wizard Fisher. “I can’t guarantee anything. Besides, I have something else I’d like to ask you for help with, Grandpa.”

Wizard Fisher asked, “What?”

Antoine smiled, “Lock Augustine wants to enter the Supernatural Purgatory. I want you to arrange for him to go.”

“Make him pay three thousand second-ring contribution points.”

Wizard Fisher was dumbfounded.

How did this start aiding the enemy?

Wizard Fisher frowned, lost in thought, but seeing Antoine’s serious and persistent gaze, he couldn’t refuse.

Moreover, he thought about it carefully, what could a breeder gain from entering the Supernatural Purgatory…

nothing.

The Supernatural Purgatory was a place where power masters trained their combat skills. Everyone who entered had to fight to the death; only death could allow them to escape the Supernatural Purgatory.

Ordinary wizards would turn pale at the mention of the Supernatural Purgatory, so how could they even think of entering it?

Wizard Fisher pondered, “I know you have a good relationship with Locke Augustine. Good, you subordinates really need to maintain a certain level of goodwill. After all, we’re all from the same wizarding university. If there’s only hostility and no human connection between us, it’ll end up like the situation with Little Rest Mountain and Quinnjoll.”

“It’ll also end up like the situation with Lu Xuqiao.”

“I understand. Let him enter according to the contribution points for a typical second-ring wizard’s secret realm. It’s just that the danger of entering the Supernatural Purgatory…”

Antoine said, “There’s no need to consider that for Locke.”

…

In the Witch’s Kitchen, in VIP room number 1, the Moon Ring Witch and Brandy Wizard of the Rose Council were having a pleasant conversation when the Moon Ring Witch stood up.

“Indeed, your qualifications are currently the best among the wizards applying for the top-tier funding project through the Magic Plant Crystallization technology route. I like you very much. But I need to wait a while.”

The Brandy Wizard’s smile was forced.

“No need to wait. Wizard Zeno is stubborn; he’s not the best candidate. Give the project to me, and I will definitely use it to apply for the Golden Crown Mountain’s top-tier grant program this year.”

(End of Chapter)