Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

"The Time Trace Bloodline... will be reborn under your gaze..."

The voice was hoarse and frenzied, filled with a chilling fanaticism.

The next second, the image shattered.

The muttering faded, and the madness receded.

Ian withdrew his finger and let out a long breath. He had consumed nearly ten percent of his Spiritual Power, as if he had just been through a grueling fight.

He immediately copied down the material’s source identification number.

"Rose Commerce Association..." he murmured, his head bowed in thought.

Gaga’s small claws gripped his collar tightly.

"Ian, the corruption from this piece of meat... it feels a lot like the one from Aidele’s father."

"Mm."

Ian closed the casket’s lid. The Lead-Sealed Rune flared to life again, completely imprisoning the nauseating darkness within.

"It’s not just similar... it’s from the exact same source."

He turned, walked to the lab bench, and spread out a new sheet of parchment.

He dipped the feather pen in ink and began to write quickly, the nib scratching softly across the paper’s surface.

Material Analysis Report

Batch: Third, ID: X-07

Name: Unknown Magic Beast Heart Fragment (Per Label)

Actual Nature: Vessel of Abyssal Corruption (Level Two or higher)

Corruption Profile: Over 90% source match with the corruption affecting Clan Leader Titus Justice.

Corruption Activity: Extremely High (Actively Spreading)

Source: Rose Commerce Association (Black Market)

Recommended Action: Immediate isolation. All forms of use or contact are prohibited.

Finishing the last stroke, Ian set down the feather pen.

He rolled up the parchment, secured it with a dark silver thread, and slid it into a communication tube.

"Gaga."

"Here!" The little creature straightened up, its silver-gray pupils glowing.

"Take this to Aidele immediately. Be careful on your way."

Ian handed it the communication tube, his voice hushed.

"Tell her I need to see Naseng. The sooner, the better."

Gaga took the communication tube, gripping it tightly in its small claws. "Understood! I’ll get it done!"

With a flutter of its wings, its body began to fade, melting into the shadows in the corner of the room like a drop of ink dissolving in water.

A moment later, it had vanished completely.

Ian stood motionless, staring at the empty corner, before finally allowing himself to relax.

’Edmund...’

He murmured the name, his fingertips tracing the cool edge of the lab bench.

’How could you be... so mad?’

「An hour later.」

The laboratory door was pushed open.

Aidele strode in, the hem of her Wizard Robe still damp with dew.

Behind her followed a grim-faced Naseng.

The Level Two Middle Stage Body Refining Wizard wore close-fitting gray attire, and his skin shimmered with a faint, dark gold light.

At that moment, his gaze was as sharp as an unsheathed blade.

"Ian."

Aidele walked up to the lab bench, her deep teal eyes filled with a rare solemnity.

"What you said in your message... is it true?"

Her voice was quiet, but each word sounded as if it were forced through gritted teeth—tense, restrained, and carrying a coldness that bordered on fury.

Ian said nothing, simply pointing to the lead-sealed metal casket.

Aidele’s gaze followed his finger, landing on the isolation Runes etched into the casket’s surface. Her pupils contracted sharply.

Although the Runes sealed away the vast majority of its presence, an incredibly faint trace of it still seeped through the cracks.

That presence... It was terribly familiar.

When she knelt by the bed in her father’s chambers, holding his cold hand... she felt it every day.

A sense of decay and deathly stillness, wrapped in a nauseating darkness.

"I want to see it," she said.

Ian shook his head. "I wouldn’t advise it. The corruption is too active. A Level Two Wizard risks Erosion just by coming into contact with it."

Aidele’s lips tightened, her nails digging into her palms.

She knew the risk, of course, but she had to see it with her own eyes.

"Open it," she repeated, her voice colder still.

Ian glanced at her and didn’t argue further.

He traced a finger over the Lead-Sealed Rune. It dimmed, and the casket lid slowly swung open.

Darkness surged out, Devouring light and distorting the air.

The temperature in the laboratory plummeted, and a fine layer of frost crystallized on the Stone Slab floor.

Aidele stood frozen to the spot.

She stared at the dark red chunk of flesh inside the casket. Deep within her teal eyes, silver patterns and dark gold veins swirled in unison.

It was as if something... was awakening in their depths.

"Where... did this come from?"

She swallowed, her voice a hoarse whisper.

"The Rose Commerce Association."

Ian closed the casket lid, reactivating the isolation Runes.

The darkness receded and the light returned to normal, but the chill in the laboratory lingered.

"It was part of the third batch of materials. The label read, ’Unknown Magic Beast Heart Fragment’."

He paused for a moment before adding, "But what I detected... was a vessel of Abyssal corruption. Its danger level very likely exceeds Level Two."

Ian didn’t explicitly say Level Three, but the implication was clear enough.

"From the same source... as the corruption in my father?"

"I’ve already confirmed it. The source match is over ninety percent."

Ian’s voice was calm, but his words pierced Aidele’s ears like a spike.

She closed her eyes, her chest heaving.

Her ragged breaths echoed in the silent laboratory, each one trembling with suppressed emotion.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes again.

All emotion had vanished from her eyes, replaced by a cold, almost palpable killing intent.

"Naseng."

"Here." Naseng stepped forward, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.

"Investigate," Aidele said, turning around. Her gaze was darker than the deepest night.

"Find out everything you can about the Rose Commerce Association. Trace every single link in this supply chain."

"And find out... exactly who is pulling the strings."

She paused, and her voice dropped, turning sharp as ice.

"You have my permission... to use any means necessary."