Wizard: Starting from Escaping Another World to Pioneering

Matthew skillfully navigated the forest and soon entered the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

Along the way, he refined all the animal meat he collected into animal meat crystals.

The crystals melted in my mouth, and a few bites were enough to fill my stomach.

After walking for a while, he entered the cave again.

In the dim light emitted by the fluorescent fungus, he found that the underground cave had not changed much since he came yesterday.

Apart from a few extra puddles of black ash on the ground.

He sensed the concentration of magic in the surrounding air and then activated the system.

"System, extract wind and water elements!"

In an instant, two tiny particles appeared out of thin air.

Matthew used his mental power to pick up two particles and examine them, finding that they were still tiny.

However, it is much larger than the elemental particles extracted in the school's dormitory.

Moreover, the elemental particles extracted here are much more compact, and the activity of the hybrid element organisms cultivated here will also be greatly improved.

Matthew collected the elemental particles into his spatial artifact and reopened the system to begin refining the air in the space.

after an hour……

"At this refining speed, it will take about six days to extract enough elements."

According to Todd, the school would launch a purge against the Snowtooth tribe in the next few days, though it was unclear how many days that "near days" referred to.

"I hope to complete the assessment before the Snow Fang Clan is wiped out."

Thinking too much was pointless, so Matthew stopped dwelling on the issue.

"continue!"

After a whole day, Matthew was like a worker on an assembly line.

He was operating the machine called the system at full speed, relentlessly extracting elemental particles from the air.

"It should be getting dark outside soon, we should head back."

It wasn't that he didn't want to stay overnight, but rather that training a hybrid elemental spirit would take nearly seven days.

Matthew plans to go back now and put some of the elemental particles into a crucible to melt them, and then add the elements in a fixed amount every day at regular intervals, so that he can make better use of his time.

……

As night fell, Matthew returned to the school's headquarters.

As he passed by the mission hall, he heard a commotion.

Dozens of novice apprentices emerged, all showing expressions of disappointment, some of them saying with resentment.

"Those two guys are really lucky to have been taken in as servants by Lord Mold."

"Why not me? That way I wouldn't have to be sent to wipe out the Snow Fang Clan."

"..."

The crowd dispersed, leaving only three people in the mission hall: Mold, Art, and Todd.

Mold gave the two some instructions and then walked straight out of the mission hall.

At that moment, Mold's gaze fell on Matthew, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Lord Luke should have told you about the Snowfang Clan extermination conscription, right? You did very well last time, and I look forward to your performance in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mold seemed to realize something, and the smug smile on his face turned into astonishment.

He exclaimed in surprise, "You actually have the aura of a dragon on you?"

Mold sniffed the air. "It seems you have already fused with the bloodline of the dragon."

Matthew was also somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected Mord to detect his dragon bloodline so quickly.

Mold looked Matthew over thoughtfully, then his attitude completely changed. "Very well, I've changed my mind."

"Since you have some talent, become my servant, and you will be spared the fate of dying on the front lines."

At this moment, Mold pulled out a soul contract from his pocket. "You just need to sign your name on this."

He never considered the possibility that Matthew might refuse; in his view, being able to become his servant and be spared the risk of going to the battlefield was an extremely rare opportunity.

Molde thought Matthew would accept it with the same gratitude as the apprentices who had just gathered at the entrance to the hall.

However, reality slapped him in the face.

Matthew replied without hesitation, "I refuse."

Mold could hardly believe his ears. "You should know that the Snow Fang Clan has formed an alliance with several other magical beast clans in the Winter Realm. Even if you have fused with the bloodline of the Wyvern, you won't be able to struggle for long."

Matthew remained remarkably calm. "I know, but I refuse."

Mold was somewhat surprised, his gaze lingering on Matthew for a moment. "That's foolish. I think you should reconsider."

He didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

Matthew had a vague feeling that he seemed to have a yearning for the dragon bloodline within him.

Watching Mold's departing figure, Matthew opened the system.

As his mental strength improved, the system did not display a message indicating that it could not be detected this time.

Name: Mold Harrison

[Physical Fitness: 28]

【Mental Power: 34】

[Ingredients: 70% water, 15% protein, 7% fat, toxic pyroxen gene...]

[It cannot be refined; the target possesses its own consciousness!]

"Poisonous Breath Dragon Gene..."

"He actually also has the bloodline of the dragon, no wonder his physique is so high."

Matthew suddenly remembered that the Mold family had been conducting some kind of bloodline research.

"Could this research be related to dragons?"

"Matthew!"

A call interrupted Matthew's thoughts.

At this moment, Todd and Art also came out of the hall. Seeing that the two seemed to have something to say, Art left first.

"You've awakened the bloodline of the dragon?" Todd stared wide-eyed in disbelief. After all, Matthew had been so weak that he almost died a few days ago, and now even Mold was showing interest in him.

Matthew didn't elaborate, saying, "It was just good luck."

After the initial shock, Todd didn't delve into the question. "Matthew, why did you refuse to sign the contract?"

This is a good opportunity so you don't have to risk your life on that damned mopping-up operation.

Matthew shook his head. His predecessor had done the same thing, but what did he get in return...?

He had come to realize that in the wizarding world, power was the only thing one could truly believe in for survival.

"Never place your hopes on the charity of others."

"But you'll die!"

"So what is the price?" Wizards follow the principle of equivalent exchange, and Matthew simply did not believe that Mold would be an exception. Recalling the change in Mold's attitude just now, he believed that the dragon bloodline was Mold's real goal.

Todd said, somewhat annoyed, "Sign the contract, and at least you'll survive, won't you?"

"Live on? It's just a different way of dying. Even if I'm going to die, I'll die on the path of pursuing power."

After saying that, Matthew left the mission hall, leaving Todd standing there dumbfounded.

Matthew didn't have much to say about Todd's choice.

In the wizarding world, every choice comes with a hidden price, and only you can pay the bill.

Matthew quickened his pace toward the cabin; time was running out, and he couldn't afford to delay any longer.