Age of Adepts

This is a gloomy, scary magic swamp.

The fog is wet and heavy.

Even during the day, the bright sun will not penetrate the low clouds and the gloomy mist, making the world feel a little warmer.

Cloudy, filthy, stinking pools are everywhere, with little water, but there are a lot of strange creatures parasitic in them. Whenever a stranger breaks in, this silent desolation instantly turns into a bloodthirsty paradise. Blood-sucking demons, corrupt crows, swampy crocodiles, and ugly ghost wives who drown people, all of them horrible monsters from past business trips.

Yet right in the middle of this marsh, where the living cannot foot, a terror tower of up to 100 meters is strangely erected.

This is a stone tower.

Its tower base is all made of thick and firm green hudstone, and whenever the night falls, the whole tower emits a cool and quiet light of light radiation, favored by ghostly spirits.

Perhaps lacking the necessary maintenance and handling, the entire bottom of the tall tower is wrapped up in madly growing demonized vines with metallic wood spikes. If an ordinary person is entwined by this demonized vine, he or she will be absorbed into the blood of the body for less than half an hour, thus becoming a member of the thick white bone of the root of the vine.

When the sun went down, a candlelight lit up in the tower.

Dim candlelight is transmitted out of narrow windows, which, instead of providing half a filament of warmth, makes the underlying oil chilly.

Grimm, who had just spent his 15th birthday, sat in front of an old wooden table and a thick book of magic was spreading in front of him, while he was silently transcribing it. Although it had been two years since he had arrived in the new world, the discomfort above his soul still made him feel a headache from time to time.

In a mental trance, past a scene that occurred on Earth, a scene flashed in front of his eyes, leaving him with a tiny pen tip and a large amount of ink on a simple parchment.

Goddamn it, it failed again!

Grimm's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, couldn't help gripping his fists, wanted to shout angrily a few times. But after enduring for a long time, I finally suppressed this anger.

This is no longer the planet you are familiar with, and this body belonged to a wizard apprentice named Grimm. In all seriousness, I was just a passing passer in the moment of Grimm's accidental death.

From a low-demon planet empty-handed to a monstrous, wizard-dominated world of high-demons, this difficult process of adaptation has left Li in pain. Luckily, however, after the memory fragment left behind by this mutilated body merged with Li Xiao, he also initially possessed basic language and writing skills. Otherwise, the world's strange grammatical pronunciation and completely different tadpole words alone could torture him to death.

But even so, the occasional headache still afflicts him deeply.

Here, he never dared to reveal his true identity, but struggled to survive in this high tower of sorcerers under Grimm's name.

Though a wizard apprentice under Master Anderson, this glorious identity already deserves the envy of the vast majority of people. But only those living in this tall tower know that it is not a glory, but the most terrible torture and torture in the world.

As wizard apprentices, their basic job is to diligently and diligently take care of the living of the great Master Anderson, clean up his witchcraft experiments, keep the tower clean, take care of those magical flora and fauna outside the tower, and… and be the subject of Master Anderson's experiments.

Although this is not common, when a convoy transporting slaves or death row inmates arrives a few days late, Master Anderson, who lacks the subject, gets upset and drinks to make an apprentice his temporary guinea pig.

It is said that Mary from Antshire next door was "fortunate” to be Master Anderson's collaborator of witchcraft experiments just last month. Although she did not die in that witchcraft experiment, her body was also severely “contaminated” with some terrible variations. Ever since she came out of the lab, she's been wearing a thick robe, hiding in her room every day.

Many sorcerer apprentices are talking privately, and Mary may have died in her room.

But Grimm knew that Mary was still alive.

Because every night in silence, he hears the painful, depressed low groans in the next room, and the terrible sound of sharp claw teeth scratching the rock wall. For this reason, every time late in the night, he secretly throws the food he brings back into the next room.

Grim's life, though precarious, is so hidden in nature that he is still willing to do something more human within his means.

This is not a good time to have a migraine attack today, preferring to have a seizure when he transcribes a book. And he wasted a parchment.

Don't underestimate this wrinkly piece of parchment paper, which has a base value of 2 silver coins. And in this magical world, the most commonly used currency is, of course, the Wizard Gold Coin. A Wizard Gold coin can be exchanged for 10 silver coins, while a silver coin can be exchanged for 10 copper coins, and 5 copper coins can help a civilian solve a day of warmth.

So in this way, a piece of parchment that looks like ordinary is already a huge sum for the civilian population. But here, it's just garbage that the Wizard Apprentice can throw away at will.

Inside the Wizard Tower, there's never anything free.

The cost of eating and drinking every day, including witchcraft learning, must be earned by Grimm's self-reliance, and the only way to make money is to get out of the Wizard Tower, feed those fierce and brutal magical creatures, take care of those dark and strange magical plants, pick up some of the witchcraft materials designated by the Wizard Adult, and clean up certain dangerous witchcraft areas in the Tower.

While doing this, they will wear witchcraft talismans handmade by the wizard lord to avoid touching the witchcraft array around the tower. But in this strange world, no job can be absolutely safe. Every other month or two, several bad luck bastards are eaten up by them while caring for demonized flora and fauna, or unknown deaths are caused by witchcraft radiation while cleaning an area.

So many times, the relatively casual jobs in Tanai are monopolized by the old wizard apprentices. The rest of the weak sorcerer apprentices can only pick out more dangerous jobs to earn hard money and knowledge points to continue their witchcraft studies.

Money is, of course, used to purchase biological goods, while knowledge points are a value system specially designed by wizards to purchase knowledge. In the library inside the tower, every book of witchcraft is marked with an explicit code that identifies different points of knowledge, whereas books lend only points of knowledge but do not accept money.

Apprentices can only borrow books they need for a short period of time if they work hard to earn knowledge. And this time is definitely not enough for apprentices to have all the knowledge in the book, so the vast majority of apprentices develop the habit of transcribing books.

In every book of witchcraft borrowed, apprentices strive to transcribe the knowledge they need in the shortest possible time in order to continue their studies in the future. And the transcripts are all about ink and parchment, but they're not free, and they need money to buy them.

Of course, if a wizard apprentice's home is good, he can exchange a lot of money for knowledge points. The conversion ratio between them is 1 knowledge point = 100 gold coins.

This Demonized Biology Book, borrowed by Grimm today, requires three knowledge points and only half a day to borrow. At Grimm's transcriptional speed, it is initially estimated that a minimum of three borrowings will be required to write the book in its entirety.

Together, these nine knowledge points require Grimm to walk out of the tower for two consecutive weeks in order to earn them.

So it's not a pity that migraine attacks make him waste a parchment, but unfortunately he wastes two hours of transcription time for nothing. That's why he's so angry!

A familiar “drip” sounded suddenly in his mind just as Grimm tried to mobilize the power of his whole body to suppress this anger and prevent it from influencing his subsequent transcripts.

“Drop, bioenergy is up to standard, Biological Assistance Chip No. ZXJ9521 starts...”

Grimm shouted out in surprise.

“Biological Assistance Chip! ”

Once upon a time, in the difficult years of the beginning, Grimm fantasized more than once that he could also be the great god of the bull X, who had crossed the realm with a hand-held artifact. Fight Nanshan Jinghou, kick the North Sea kindergarten, fall all under a meter, stomp in the morgue, stand up uncomfortably! No one dares to breathe...

Unfortunately, this damn chip, which he has merged into, has no movement other than the occasional migraine. Unexpected, unexpected… it finally started today!

When the noisy debugging sounds were heard, a beautiful neutral female voice echoed in Grim's mind.

“Host detected, data modeling in progress... please wait...”

Eh, it still quantifies the current body? That's something to look forward to!

After all, we are now in a world of high demons, filled with magical matter called elemental particles. These elemental particles are divided into elementary particles, such as groundwater, depending on the fundamentals of the surface.

A wizard typically has a high and low affinity for these basic particles, which leads to many different factions. And precisely because the power system here is completely different from the Earth, how to normalize and quantify the known data is the most troubling problem for Grimm.