Wizard: Starting from Escaping Another World to Pioneering

When Matthew went to the other floor, he looked up at the sign on the wall, which had the number "four" on it.

At this moment, he was absolutely certain that he was trapped in an illusion.

How can we break free from this illusion?

Matthew stood at the top of the stairs, deep in thought.

A moment later, he changed direction and went upstairs.

Matthew soon arrived at another floor of the library by going up the stairs.

He looked at the sign on the wall and saw that it was the number five.

"..."

No matter which direction he goes, he will only reach a higher level.

"Damn it!!!"

He looked around and noticed that the layout here was different from the other floors.

Matthew had never been up to the fifth floor before. There were only a few bookshelves there, filled with books used only by advanced apprentices.

"As long as you don't go to the sixth floor, you should be fine. At worst, you can stay on the fifth floor and wait until dawn.

But when Matthew looked around and came back, he saw that the number five had changed to six.

Even more frightening was that the sky outside the window had unknowingly turned completely dark.

Even the indoor environment has completely changed.

"This is... the sixth floor?"

Matthew looked around and noticed that the sixth-floor wall was towering, with a huge portrait hanging on it.

However, because the room was pitch black, he could not see the faces of the figures in the painting.

Directly in front is a huge semi-circular platform, with stairs on both sides leading up to it.

Then a glimmer of light appeared, and the eerie blue light transformed into a phantom figure, standing out conspicuously in the darkness.

Upon closer inspection, Matthew realized that the illusory figure was actually a faintly visible owl, which appeared to be a kind of spirit.

The owl hung upside down on the railing of the semi-circular platform, its claws clasped together.

"Finally, another lost little fellow." The owl's beak didn't open, but it emitted a sharp sound.

【Name: Spirit】

[Ingredients: Natural energy, elements...]

[Unrefinable: The item possesses its own consciousness.]

"It really is a spirit!"

This spirit is not an undead creature; it is fundamentally different from vengeful spirits and ghosts.

Necromancers are generally formed from the souls of living beings after death, due to the lingering effects of strong negative emotions. They are usually confused and act only according to their instincts.

Spirits are composed of pure energy, have clear consciousness and thought, and act independently.

There are two types of spirits. One type is born in nature, and this type of spirit is nurtured by magical nodes.

For example, lakes and volcanoes imbued with magical energy.

Another method is artificial cultivation, and there are countless specific methods.

This is somewhat similar to the hybrid elemental spirits that Matthew has bred, except that hybrid elemental spirits have physical forms, while the owl in front of us does not.

However, naturally born spirits generally do not have a fixed shape, and the owl spirit in front of Matthew was obviously artificially cultivated.

"Hiss—", the spirit owl let out a low hiss.

"A vibrant life... It's been so long since I've tasted the fresh soul of an apprentice."

"This aura... seems to have fused with some kind of powerful bloodline, much fresher than the previous ones."

"You're the culprit behind the library ghost stories? You ate all those missing apprentices?"

The owl tilted its head. "Don't mistake me for one of those brainless monsters. I don't like human bodies that are all dry and tough."

"I only like souls, powerful souls."

At this point, the spirit owl actually made a human-like sound, "slurp," and dripped a few drops of clear liquid from the corner of its mouth.

Matthew seemed thoughtful. "So you enjoy devouring souls?"

The owl seemed to have not interacted with humans for a long time, and now it patiently explained.

"Strictly speaking, I don't enjoy devouring souls themselves, but rather the wonderful feeling that comes with the shattering of a soul, a feeling that eagles become addicted to."

"It's like floating in an endless dream, making the eagle unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, only wanting to immerse itself in it..." The spirit owl squinted its eyes in ecstasy, its tone ethereal as if savoring the experience.

Matthew frowned. Goodness, from this description, it sounds like he's... oops, I mean, inhaling catnip.

"Forget it, you're not an owl, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

The spirit owl stared intently at Matthew. "What a powerful soul. I can sense that your soul must be delicious."

The next moment, it flapped its wings and pounced on Matthew.

"etc!"

The spirit owl flapped its wings and stopped in mid-air. "Beautiful soul, do you have any last words?"

"The wonderful feeling you described, perhaps you could try this; the experience would be even better."

At this moment, Matthew took out a bottle of solution from his spatial bracelet. This was a hallucinogenic condensate made from the hallucinogenic mushroom Milo.

The spirit owl curled its lip. "Your broken glass tube can't compare to the wonderful taste of a soul. Stop struggling and let me devour your soul!"

Just as the owl was about to swoop down, Matthew quickly opened the solvent bottle.

"Pop—", a captivating aroma wafted out of the bottle.

The owl, which was pouncing in mid-air, quickly stopped its advance and stared intently at the potion in Matthew's hand.

It sniffed the air and let out a sharp scream.

"Give me!"

The spirit owl suddenly inhaled, and the immense pulling force caused the potion to slip from Matthew's hand.

"Click—click—"

The hallucinogenic gel, along with the glass test tube, entered the mouth of the spirit owl, immediately producing a chewing sound.

"That feels good!" it groaned contentedly.

Then its wings stopped flapping and it fell to the ground instantly. Its eyes gradually became glazed over, as if it were hallucinating.

When Matthew saw this, he did not attack it.

First, with his current methods, he has no way to harm this kind of incorporeal spirit.

Secondly, through systematic investigation, he discovered that this was indeed the sixth floor of the library, which was covered with defensive restrictions. If he rashly released witchcraft, he would definitely be countered by the restrictions. Even if he survived by chance, he would not be able to bear the wrath of the wizard the next day.

A moment later, the spirit owl gradually awoke. It flapped its wings and took flight, but it did not seem to be fully awake from the hallucination, so its body wobbled in mid-air.

"Hmm... such a rich soul scent, it seems to have been transformed from some hallucinogenic substances," the spirit owl commented, smacking its lips.

Matthew originally thought that the hallucinogenic gel only had hallucinogenic effects, but he did not expect that it also contained the power of the soul.

"Do you still have one of these on you?"

Matthew snapped out of his daze. "It's just a potion I concocted myself; only I know the recipe."

"If you like, I'll make more next time and bring it to you!"

The spirit owl's eyes darted around, seemingly lost in thought.

"make a deal!

If you dare to lie to me, I will tear your soul to pieces and devour it bit by bit!

Matthew patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, I'm a man of my word."

"I'll trust you this time, hiccup~", the spirit owl burped. "Alright, I'm full, I'm going to take a nap."

Its wings flapped suddenly, and a strong gust of wind swept in, causing Matthew to instinctively close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the first floor of the library, with the main entrance right in front of him.