Wizards: Starting with Synthetic Gems

Chapter 243: Mana Power 600, Magic Pressure 700!

After killing Severin, Locke seized the Astral Ring from her. He then looked at Severin, now a charred corpse. "Finally, I've killed that dark wizard."

"I guess I've killed the sow seed of the Blood Curse Court."

"I estimate that the Blood Curse Tribunal will issue the most severe kill order against me next. But it doesn't matter. After I finish this round, I will win the competition contract and a large amount of magical resources, and I can start preparing and accumulating for the breakthrough to become a formal wizard."

There's no need for me to leave Lilith's Hut again anytime soon. The next time I'll leave Lilith's Hut's base camp will probably be after I become a first-ring wizard.

Locke turned around, flew into the air, and drank a bottle of Spirit Spring Soul Essence Potion. Thanks to the enhanced physique brought by his ancient creature bloodline, he was able to take this potion four times in a short period of time.

Otherwise, setting aside the toxicity of the potion, the effect of heart crystallization caused by this potion alone could very likely cause cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, leading to the wizard's instant death.

After all, even if a wizard can replace some of the body's organs, if a problem arises suddenly during battle and there's no time to resolve it, they will still die.

Locke looked at the resource vault. Because the defensive array inside the research institute had completely lost its function, the magical lock on the resource vault had also lost its function due to the loss of the central curse energy supply, and the door to the resource vault was thus opened.

Locke entered the resource vault and discovered that this dark, enormous warehouse was indeed filled with a large amount of rare resources.

Locke didn't have time to choose. He used Green Grip to manipulate dozens of magical vines, grabbing a little of everything and putting it into his Astral Ring.

Because the space in the Astral Ring was limited, he could only pick a little of everything, especially magical resources that could increase mental power, as well as resources that would help him break through to become a formal wizard.

He moved resources like a wolf among sheep.

At the same time, Locke saw a mine shaft stored in this resource vault. He flew over and looked down, only to see that the magical lock on the surface of the mine shaft had automatically opened due to the loss of energy support, revealing a large amount of liquid stored deep inside the mine shaft.

“This is… Tartarus Cave Worm spinal fluid, and there’s so much of it.” Locke realized. “A large portion of this is probably a resource that Rashid Tarril needs. This spinal fluid is so precious because it’s a necessity for formal wizards. How could an ordinary first-class wizard apprentice possibly obtain such a large amount of spinal fluid?”

"If there were that many, my astral ring wouldn't be able to hold them all."

Locke felt overwhelmed and quickly threw out all the junk he had previously stored in his astral ring to make room. Then, he used the glass jars inside the resource vault to continuously fill them with the spinal fluid of the Tartarus burrowworms from the mine warehouse and put them into his astral ring.

After filling twenty large tanks, Locke realized he couldn't fit any more. He thought for a moment, then took off his coat, stood at the entrance of the mine warehouse, and jumped down.

Locke was prepared to jump down if he couldn't finish filling the container, and enjoy it first.

Then, find the witch Sophia and share the spinal fluid with her. Finally, find Albert, Andy, and the others to share the remaining spinal fluid from the Tartarus burrowworm.

Locke dove underwater, shrinking beneath the spinal fluid, gulping it down. Warm currents surged from his internal organs into his skin and bones, rushing into his soul.

His eyes were filled with a blue arcane light.

Locke entered a meditative state, and his body began to remotely perceive the distant natural planes once again. This time, the illusion before his eyes changed, and he was much closer to the majestic World Tree.

His palm touched the bark of the World Tree. Then, the World Tree seemed to have a conversation with him.

'You've arrived. Three-Eyed.'

The next moment, what appeared before the World Tree was no longer the image of a wizard, but a three-eyed tiger-eyed cat.

On the forehead of this three-eyed tiger cat, there appeared a mysterious Ogum script character for "king".

'Time seems to have passed for a very, very long time, so long that your duties seem to have been forgotten. Three-Eyed, the natural plane needs you, needs mythical beings like you.'

'The natural plane will once again bestow upon you the responsibility of guarding it, and you will regain... your qualifications...'

'Wait, your power still seems insufficient. Now is not the time; grow up as soon as possible, Three-Eyed.'

'You are the only remaining three-eyed...'

In reality, Locke's magical power continued to surge and rapidly advance through the special resonance formed by the ancient biological bloodline, the advanced meditation method of the natural plane, and the spinal fluid of Tartarus.

About half an hour later, Locke surfaced and used the plant mimicry technique: the raptor flew away, while simultaneously deactivating the innate demonic eye on his forehead and deactivating his bloodline.

"What's going on? The bloodline of ancient creatures actually has some kind of connection with the natural plane, and a change has occurred that I don't know about."

Locke hovered in mid-air above the resource repository, his expression shifting slightly. "The foundation of plant-based wizards is primarily based on advanced meditation techniques from the natural plane. However, they rarely possess the bloodline of ancient creatures."

"It's almost impossible to revive and pinpoint the bloodlines of ancient creatures with high accuracy without using archaeological methods. But relying solely on archaeologists isn't enough; we also need to conduct research in potion science."

"Moreover, it seems that this kind of mutation cannot occur in ordinary ancient creatures; the three-eyed tiger cat is a special kind of ancient creature."

Locke gave a wry smile. "I'm too lucky. I just randomly chose to study the bloodline of ancient creatures, and this is what happened."

"Guarding? Duty? What is that? It seems that I must become a first-ring wizard before I will be given this duty of guarding."

"Could it be that ancient magical creatures are more complex than I thought?"

Locke glanced at the mine warehouse, scattered a handful of iron wire goosegrass seeds, and used plant magic to seal the entrance to the warehouse.

"Never mind, let's go find Teacher Sophia and Albert first. Albert still has Hussein and Morris on his side, so they might not have the upper hand. My magic pressure has increased to 600 after the mutation just now, and with the black magic pressure amplification from the Black Lock Bamboo, my current magic pressure is 700."

Locke's expression changed slightly. "Albert's magic pressure is 800, so as long as the total magic pressure does not exceed 800, the magic pressure inside the Black Lock Bamboo can still provide me with external amplification."

"With my current level of magical power, I can barely catch up with the top first-class wizard apprentices in the academy."

(End of this chapter)