Wizard: Starting from Escaping Another World to Pioneering

In a cave at the temporary headquarters of the Tide School, on the front lines of the monster extermination campaign in the Frostlands.

A table was covered with various experimental materials and props.

Mold sat behind the long table, staring intently at a piece of parchment, lost in deep thought.

The parchment is decorated with a strange, eerie pattern drawn with twisted lines, which looks somewhat like an eye.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for many days.

A moment later...

Mold grabbed a quill, dipped it in ink, and began to scribble on a piece of scrap paper.

But after writing for only half a minute, he stopped again.

"No, something's not right..."

"Bang—" Mold slammed his hands heavily on the desk, making a dull thud.

"Why? Why...?"

"Why did the translation still fail? Why can't the procedure be established? Where exactly did the problem occur?"

He looked at the densely packed calculations on the draft paper in front of him, then finally drew a heavy cross on it, and tore it to shreds.

Then he started calculating again on a new sheet of paper.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps suddenly came from the cave entrance, and an apprentice dressed in the robes of a Tide School wizard rushed in.

Mold's thoughts were interrupted by the visitor, and his already bad mood became even more gloomy.

"Carter, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation..."

Carter's cold sweat slid down his chin, and he said in a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry, Lord Mold, the apprentice in charge of reconnaissance has sent word."

A large army of monsters from the Realm of Winter is rapidly advancing towards our temporary base.

Once you cross that big mountain, you'll reach us.

Mold clenched his fist tightly, his fingers cracking.

"Of all times, you damned inferior creatures."

Later, I'm definitely going to use their corpses as my experimental subjects.

Carter seemed to have something more to say, but he was frightened by Mold's gloomy expression, and he opened his mouth but didn't know how to start.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Mold asked, "Is there anything else?"

"This...this is about Matthew."

Mold's expression softened slightly upon hearing that the news was about Matthew.

"Matthew..." Has this guy who has disrupted his plans time and time again finally paid the price?

Mold took a deep breath, calmed himself, and asked,

"What happened to him? Has his body already been transported to the Winter Realm?"

Carter was extremely nervous at this moment, and he began to stutter, "Matthew, Matthew, he's not dead."

"Lord Dolan's message says he came out of the library alive..."

Carter lowered his head, his voice growing softer and softer, he didn't even dare to look at Molt's face.

"Get out of here!"

Upon hearing this angry rebuke, Carter felt as if he had been granted a pardon and wished he could disappear immediately. He shrank back and wisely walked quickly out of the cave.

"boom--"

Just as Carter stepped out of the cave, he heard a loud crash coming from inside—the sound of a table shattering into pieces.

Inside the cave, Mold was consumed by rage, an endless fire of fury burning within him. "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"That piece of trash, Dolan!!!"

His fist clenched, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, his fingers digging into his palm almost piercing the skin. "Matthew!!!"

"You won't be so lucky every time..."

……

In the wizarding world, the Tidal School.

After finishing his rune class, Matthew had already returned to his dormitory.

He has extracted all of Duarte's notes and is currently digesting their contents.

Duerte was Randy's student, so his notes were mostly related to runic literature.

In addition, there is knowledge about enchanting and the making of sorcery scrolls, which are all branches of runic literature.

"This harvest was really good."

It was worth it, using only one magic stone fragment.

While organizing his notes, Matthew discovered a piece of knowledge that is now quite useful to him.

That is the manufacturing method of the [Firebird Technique Scroll].

The spell scroll, inscribed with specific spell runes, can store corresponding spells for use in battle.

Its advantage is that it can immediately increase one's own combat power, and the magic power consumed is much less than that of directly casting witchcraft. The disadvantage is also obvious: each scroll can only be used a maximum of three times.

Matthew remembered that the crafting method for this [Firebird Scroll] required ten credits to exchange for in the Apprentice Hall.

His current "Burning Hand" improvement plan has hit a bottleneck, but the "Firebird Scroll" can make up for his current lack of combat power.

Of course, this does not mean that Matthew intends to abandon the improvement of [Burning Hand].

The creation of sorcery scrolls involves a great deal of knowledge about runes, so he did not begin making the scrolls immediately, but instead first reviewed all the knowledge of runes.

Through Dult's notes, Matthew learned some concepts.

The spell runes used by the wizard when casting the spell directly are different from those inscribed on the scroll.

Taking the Firebird spell scroll as an example, the scroll does not simply inscribe the spell runes of Firebird spell onto the scroll. Instead, the spell runes of Firebird spell are translated through a series of steps before they can be inscribed onto the scroll.

The process of inscribing rune modules with beneficial effects onto sorcery items is called enchanting.

For example, a robe that can reduce damage from fire magic has fire resistance rune modules engraved on it.

The soundproofing of Matthew's dormitory was also due to the soundproofing text modules carved into the walls of the room.

In addition, Matthew discovered through reading his notes that rune modules could also be inscribed on creatures.

This reminded him of the snow beast he had encountered in the Great Snow Mountain of the Winter Realm.

The eerie, sinister eye pattern, drawn with twisted lines, sends chills down your spine.

Matthew initially thought the pattern was just a totem, but after reading Durk's notes, he has gained a deeper understanding of runic literature.

When he recalled the details of the pattern, he realized that each twisted line was a rune.

Matthew grabbed a quill pen and quickly sketched out twisted lines.

Although he didn't extract the strange pattern through the system, he reproduced it perfectly on paper.

However, because the snow beast was injured at the time, and the wound was located in one corner of the pattern, the pattern was not complete.

Matthew was able to determine that each twisted line was a rune with a specific meaning.

However, he could not find any relevant explanation in Dürth's notes, so he could not interpret them.

"Perhaps these runes do not belong to the wizard's rune system."

"Each of these twisted lines, taken individually, gives off an ancient feel, suggesting a relatively primitive runic system."