Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 234 The True Face of the Special Research Project
In the corridor of the research institute, Locke took out the Great Blue Owl Banana from his Astral Ring. This magical plant only had a pair of banana leaves, and its trunk had withered, degenerating into a part the size and length of a palm. There were also many aerial roots that looked like ginseng whiskers, exposed to the outside, constantly absorbing energy from the air.

Locke sprinkled some high-grade nutrient solution on the roots of the giant blue owl banana plant. Magic plants often need to be sprinkled with nutrient solution during battles to maintain their condition.

After all, the magical plant is a living organism. Although its spiritual power is grafted into its magical power, it still needs some nutrients to nourish its functions.

Next, Locke used the Flight Mimicry Technique: Raptor. The leaves of the large blue banana leaves on his back automatically sensed changes in the airflow and began to adjust their direction. The wings formed by the overlapping broad banana leaves transformed into the wings of a raptor, propelling Locke forward at high speed.

Meanwhile, Locke manipulated two tomb spirits, taking advantage of the fact that his own basic movement speed increased, and that the tomb spirits also experienced increased basic movement speed when not parasitizing others, to continue controlling the two tomb spirits to search for enemies in front of him.

As he flew, he held a magic map in his hand, observing his relative position on the map, avoiding countless enemies and magical traps.

About twenty minutes later, Locke passed through the research institute's tunnel and arrived at a tunnel that looked ordinary but was actually full of invisible cursed magic traps.

This tunnel has many upside-down animal head ornaments.

Those beast-head ornaments concealed powerful curse magic. Most insidiously, these curse spells were hidden, so an ordinary wizard would only think it was a normal tunnel.

But when Locke read the language of Mordor, he could accurately detect every magical trap hidden there.

"With my current level of magic, it would be far too difficult, almost impossible, to break through the magical traps here." Locke flew in mid-air. "The only way is to use flying plant magic to fly over this corridor. Fortunately, I noticed this corridor when I was in Lilith's cabin and spent half a day calculating the time it would take to fly over it."

"If I'm not mistaken, this corridor is probably used by those dark wizards to isolate some kind of dangerous experimental subjects. I wonder what's behind this corridor. Senior Albert is really unlucky to have been randomly teleported here."

Locke thought for a moment, "With the basic speed of the Great Blue Owl Banana, it's still not safe enough. But I have a backup plan."

Locke took out a one-time use, low-level enchanted item from his Astral Ring: a Wind Orb. These low-level enchanted items had limited effects but were cheap, costing only one magic stone each.

But coincidentally, it can form a synergy with its rare magical plant, the Great Green Owl Banana.

After he crushed the wind element bead, a gentle breeze immediately appeared in the corridor of the research institute. The leaves of the Great Blue Owl Banana, which had transformed into a night owl magical creature, automatically adjusted their angles again to adapt to the change in airflow and adjust their aerodynamic structure.

Then, Locke paused for a moment to gather his strength, and then suddenly flapped his wings, mimicking those of a magical raptor. An invisible wave of air appeared behind him, and he leaped forward.

Locke himself became a blur as he passed through the corridor.

At the same time, the eyes of all the beast heads in the corridor lit up with a red glow, and rays of curse shot out from these upside-down beast heads.

Locke narrowly avoided these cursed rays each time, but if he was hit even once, he would be immediately knocked down, and then all the cursed rays would concentrate on him, cursing him to death in an instant.

However, as time went by, Locke's speed did not decrease; instead, it increased.

He gradually began to distance himself from these curse rays.

Three minutes later, Locke was sweating profusely; he had successfully traversed the long corridor.

Locke took out a bottle of Spirit Spring Soul-Surge Potion, drank it, and began to recover his mana.

Just now, in order to get through this magical trap corridor, I burned most of my mana, which is why I was getting faster and faster, and the cursed rays couldn't keep up with me at all.

Locke glanced at the large blue banana tree behind him and confirmed that the banana tree was in good condition. It had not been unable to withstand the large influx of magic power in a short period of time, and its roots, stems, and leaves had not been damaged.

"This synthetic magical plant is of good quality. If I could mass-produce it, I would make a fortune."

"Breaking through to become a formal wizard requires accumulating a large amount of magical resources, and this problem can also be solved. The only prerequisite is that we can solve the problem of mass-producing a rare magical plant."

Locke flew in mid-air and began to survey his surroundings.

He flew forward about two hundred meters, and then the true face behind the magical trap corridor was revealed to him.

Locke looked at the magically shrouded isolation rooms on both sides of the corridor, his expression turning serious. "This... the Blood Curse Court, these lunatics are even more outrageous than I thought."

"The so-called top-tier project experiment is actually this kind of thing."

Inside the high-level isolation rooms shrouded in magical barriers on both sides of the corridor, there were all sorts of wizard apprentices, ranging from third-class to second-class and even first-class. Some were dark wizard apprentices, while others were white wizard apprentices captured from the battlefield.

These wizard apprentices all bear the marks of severe magical alterations.

It should be the work of the high-ranking curse master, Rashid Taril.

Moreover, their faces and hands bear traces of infection from tiny cursed organisms such as plague nuclei and cursed particles.

Locke even saw in some isolation rooms the culture medium containers that Rashid Taril specifically used to preserve certain tiny cursed organisms.

As he flew through the air, he looked down and saw a dark green, highly acidic river at the bottom of the corridor, leaving him nowhere to land. This was probably a special device for sealing these experimental subjects and materials.

Fortunately, I can fly.

Locke landed in front of an isolation chamber filled with numerous life-sized culture tanks, reading the diagrams on the tanks. "An attempt to modify microscopic organisms (slightly larger than magical structural components and bloodline factors) into tiny cursed creatures, thereby spreading a blood curse..."

"The biggest problem with curse magic is that it requires a medium for transmission. Ordinary curse magic needs to be spread through physical contact and harm."

Locke understood. "But using plague cores and curse particles modified from microorganisms can simultaneously satisfy the requirements of contacting and harming enemies during the spread process. Moreover, both of them have the ability to replicate and reproduce themselves rapidly in a short period of time, as well as a strong adaptability to various drugs."

"The prototypes of these miniature cursed creatures should be the cursed creatures on the Blood Raven Wasteland."

"And formal wizards can already begin to study the microscopic realm. So, the Blood Curse Court began to try to use the easy spread and strong adaptability of tiny cursed organisms to spread their blood curse magic."

"The spread of blood curse magic is inherently a conceptual chain reaction; if combined with the spread and adaptability of microscopic creatures, then..."

Locke raised an eyebrow. "No wonder this is a top-tier research project of the Blood Curse Tribunal. Once completed, it could indeed change the course of the Wizarding Wars."

"However, the Blood Curse Court seems to be having some bad luck. My teacher, the witch Sophia, has to kill Rashid Taril to leave Lilith's Hut, which will definitely ruin this top-tier research project."

"They schemed and plotted, but in the end it was all in vain."

As Locke looked at the plague cores and cursed worms preserved in the isolation chambers, which had been modified by cursed magic, an uncontrollable thought suddenly popped into his head.

"What would happen if I used these tiny cursed creatures, created by cursed magic, to cultivate my Emerald Iris Lichen?" "The Emerald Iris Lichen has incredible adaptability, so perhaps it could continue to evolve as a result."

“However, the prerequisite is that these tiny cursed creatures need to have the ability to infect plants.” Locke searched around and frowned. “What’s going on? None of the tiny cursed creatures in these isolation rooms can infect magical plants. There’s a type of magical plant fungus that’s been modified into a Cursed Erosion, which has been modified to have its ability to infect plants removed.”

"Was this done by Rashid Tahrir, as a means to prevent breeders from exploiting these tiny cursed creatures?"

Locke was somewhat unwilling. He had just found a good research direction, but in the blink of an eye, he was forced to give it up. So, he continued to search for any usable tiny cursed creatures.

"These tiny cursed creatures seem to be failed modifications. The successful ones, or even the near-successful ones, are probably still in the core laboratory of the research institute. This place is just a dumping ground for failed modifications."

Locke thought, 'Perhaps, if I go into the core laboratory, I'll find the tiny cursed creatures I need.'

Locke continued flying forward and saw some white wizard apprentices in the isolation chambers, who were clearly his students from Lilith Hut.

Some students tried to seek help from Locke.

Locke could only frown and leave helplessly, because this group of people were infected with too many tiny cursed creatures that could infect humans. If they were released, a large number of tiny cursed creatures might infect them instantly.

Although I have the Bear Spirit Gallbladder Potion, there's no need to gamble.

My primary task right now is to find Albert as soon as possible.

Once Sophia the Witch kills Rashid Taril, everyone here can be saved, if necessary.

Right now, the overall situation is the priority. Besides, I have no relation to the people in these isolation rooms and don't know them at all.

Locke flew into the air and suddenly paused. He saw a formal wizard in a high-level isolation room in front of him!
Locke initially thought it was his imagination, but he repeatedly sensed that there was a formal wizard with immense magical pressure ahead of him.

Locke flew over and saw the formal wizard sitting in an exquisite chair. Unlike the other isolation rooms, this one had some simple furniture, and the formal wizard was dressed in relatively neat and elegant clothes.

This is a formal wizard who looks like a young woman.

She looked even younger than the Sophia Witch, though Locke didn't really believe that was her age; wizards have many ways to maintain their youthful appearance.

Judging from the aura of her soul, she is probably over two hundred years old.

Sophia Witch's real age, even now, is no more than thirty.

This formal wizard's entire body below the neck was made of stone, seemingly under some kind of very powerful curse; only her head remained flesh and blood.

She also had some traces of being parasitized by tiny cursed creatures, but it wasn't serious.

"No way, Rashid Tahrir actually captured a female wizard as his experimental subject." Locke's expression subtly changed.

This demonstrates both Rashid Tahrir's power and the crucial importance of this cursed spell research institute to the Blood Curse Tribunal.

Its importance far exceeds that of ordinary curse spell research institutes.

Locke carefully examined the insignia on the first-ring witch's clothes and exclaimed in surprise, "The Raven's Nest Brigade?"

"This seems to be a small wizarding organization that Cod joined back then."

"That wizarding organization seems to only have one official wizard, right? If all the official wizards from that wizarding academy have been captured, then Codd..."

Kord was a first-rate wizarding prospect who formed a secret society with Patty on the continent of Corfu.

Back then, he even learned magic before I did.

During the first six months of learning magic, his progress was faster than mine.

The first-ring witch from the Raven's Nest Brigade seemed to have heard Locke's voice. She wearily opened her eyes and looked at Locke in surprise.

"The White Wizard?"

"Are you the wizard of Lilith's Hut?"

"How is this possible? How did you manage to get here through Rashid Tahrir's line of sight? What kind of trick is this to attack my mental defenses?"

The first-ring witch seemed somewhat unsure of Locke's identity; she was caught between belief and disbelief, looking at Locke with scrutiny and suspicion.

Locke hesitated for a moment, then gave her a simple bow. "My esteemed sorcerer, you do not appear to be a formal sorcerer of the Blood Curse Court."

"Are you a wizard from the Raven's Nest Brigade? I have a friend named Cord. Where is he now? Is he safe?"

The first-ring witch of the Raven's Nest Brigade narrowed her eyes slightly. "Kord? Is that the little guy who just joined the brigade?"

"He was either killed by the Blood Curse Court or captured, I don't know."

The first-ring witch looked at Locke suspiciously. "I wanted to steal Rashid Tahrir's treasure because of greed, but he planted a petrifying blood curse on it that would curse anyone who touched it."

"Alas, in the end, I myself fell into his hands. No matter who you are, you'd better run away quickly. Rashid Taril... He is no ordinary wizard; he is a first-ring wizard in the vaporization stage, and his accumulation of curse magic far exceeds my imagination."

"terrible……"

"Young man, while you still have the ability to escape, do your best to run away. I hope you can get out."

"If you manage to escape, could you help me search for the survivors of the Raven's Nest Brigade? Although I have nothing to offer you in exchange right now..."

After exchanging a few words with her and realizing that he couldn't help her break the first-level petrification blood curse, Locke decided to stop talking to her and focus on finding Albert as soon as possible.

Locke muttered a spell, and the large blue owl-shaped banana leaf behind him, mimicking a raptor, suddenly flapped its wings, creating air currents that propelled it forward.

This research institute for cursed spells is more dangerous than I thought. I hope my teacher really has the ability to kill Rashid Taril.

(End of this chapter)