Wizard: Starting from Escaping Another World to Pioneering

Traditional wizards obtain the bloodline of magical beasts in an extremely brutal way; they usually transplant the limbs or organs of magical beasts directly onto their own bodies.

However, in the last hundred years, wizards have mastered a new method of bloodline extraction, which involves extracting the genes of magical beasts and inducing mutations in themselves to obtain the bloodline of magical beasts.

The advantage of this method is its high safety and low rejection rate, but the disadvantage is that it is not as powerful as direct transplantation.

This method of bloodline fusion gradually became another branch of bloodline studies.

Agul, a first-level wizard of the Tideblood lineage, is a follower of this new branch, and the long-eared ape bloodline potion in Matthew's possession was created by him.

"Moonlight Moss and Dewdrop Grass are used to form the stabilizing system of the Bloodline Potion..."

"The 'pharma's spores act as an active catalyst..."

"The abyssal salt crystal powder is used to neutralize the acidic metabolic products of monster tissues..."

"And the blood of the long-eared ape is the genetic source of the bloodline potion..."

"Then if I replace the long-eared ape's blood with the blood of other magical beasts, wouldn't I be able to create a new bloodline potion!"

"What if we used dragon blood instead?"

In addition to causing mutations in the user's body, bloodline potions can also greatly enhance the user's physique if they come from powerful magical beast bloodlines.

Matthew had had enough of this frail body; if he could obtain the blood of a dragon...

With the dragon's powerful genes, it should be able to significantly improve the physical condition of this body, and may even resolve any long-term side effects.

This would greatly increase his chances of surviving in the Realm of Winter.

……

Five days later, in the Frosty Winter Realm, at the Tidal School's headquarters.

"Finally finished."

Matthew gripped the test tube tightly, the cloudy white liquid of the medicine swaying slightly, a cold sensation spreading from his fingertips.

After returning from the temporary camp, he worked tirelessly to refine all the remaining potions into healing potions.

He didn't know when he would be forcibly conscripted by the school again, so he had to race against time and quickly strengthen himself.

"Next, we'll sell this batch of potions and exchange them for enough materials so we can start trying to refine bloodline potions."

Matthew has already decided where to obtain the bloodline of the monsters.

He casually summoned the system to check his physical condition.

Name: Matthew Claire

Age: 18

[Physical Fitness: 0.5]

【Mental Power: 10】

[Ingredients: 70% water, 8% protein, 6% fat, carbohydrates...]

"etc……"

"Your current physical fitness level is only 0.5?"

"His physical constitution has actually decreased?"

Matthew was shocked and hurriedly unbuttoned his robe to carefully examine his body.

He noticed that the wrinkles on his body had deepened.

"It seems that the previous escape has made his already weak body even worse."

"If my physical condition drops to zero, does that mean I'm going to die?"

"No, we need to put the production of the bloodline potion on the agenda immediately."

Matthew quickly packed the healing potion into a cloth bag and went out the door.

……

The sky was overcast, and the sun was not visible.

Matthew walked through the empty market and headed straight for Old John's grocery store.

He pushed open the door and entered.

"Hey, isn't this Matthew?"

Why are you here again so soon?

Old John greeted him warmly.

But when he saw the large sack of marijuana that Matthew was carrying behind him, he immediately became alert.

"As I said before, high-quality healing potions are not easy to make."

"Matthew, you know the rules for returns..."

Old John looked nervous, afraid that Matthew would come looking for a refund.

"I'm not here to return the goods; I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Oh? What kind of deal?"

Old John became interested as soon as he heard this.

Matthew slowly took the burlap sack off his shoulder and placed it on the counter, immediately producing a crisp "clang" sound.

Old John opened the sack, frowned, and immediately became disappointed.

"These are the healing potions? These things are hard to sell."

Old John picked up a vial of medicine with little interest, shook it twice, and pursed his lips.

"Matthew, it's not that I don't want to accept it, but this..."

"Wait a minute..."

Old John seemed to have discovered something unusual about the potion.

He yanked the cork off the bottle and sniffed it.

A refreshing, invigorating scent suddenly filled his nostrils.

His expression changed. "You manufacture all these healing potions of this quality?"

Matthew nodded. "That's fine, but since you said you wouldn't accept it, I'll have to find somewhere else."

Old John quickly tucked the sack into his arms, smiling as he said, "Take it, take it!"

"Last time you said you had a good talent for alchemy, I thought you were just kidding, but it turns out it's true."

"I want all of these healing potions."

"Let me calculate it for you..."

Matthew then shook his head and interrupted.

"Old John, do you still have the blood from the molten horned dragon lizard you mentioned last time?"

The apprentices in the Frosty Winter Realm are either cannon fodder for pioneering or elite apprentices who come here for training; very few people study dragon blood here.

Old John has been struggling to sell the batch of molten lizard blood ever since he acquired it, with no one interested in buying it.

Now, when Matthew mentioned it, his eyes immediately lit up.

"did you mean……"

Matthew didn't reply, but instead pulled a list out of his robe.

"Replace all healing potions with Molten Horned Lizard Blood, and replace the rest with the potions on the list!"

……

A short while later, Matthew stuffed all the materials into a small burlap sack and walked out of the grocery store without looking back.

Although there weren't many pedestrians at the market, it was rather deserted.

However, he had no storage items, so carrying a sack was inevitably conspicuous.

Although the school forbids fighting, it turns a blind eye to minor squabbles between apprentices.

Especially a group of apprentices with no potential.

The harsh living conditions in the Winter Realm have led some apprentices to band together and form small groups that prey on apprentices with no strength or background.

They are preparing for the future. The apprentices live for about a hundred years. After completing thirty years of service, they will have the opportunity to reach a higher realm or find a mortal country to spend the rest of their lives in peace.

But the prerequisite is survival.

The healing potion can be made again if it doesn't arrive, but this blood of the Molten Horned Dragon Lizard is not commonly found in the Winter Realm.

Therefore, he did not intend to linger, tightened his grip on the sack on his shoulder, and hurried back to his hut.

However, as he passed a shop next to him, a thin man came out of the shop.

He acted as if nothing had happened and quickened his pace to continue walking forward.

Just then, a sharp voice came from behind him.

"Matthew?"

He quickened his pace, pretending not to hear.

"Matthew!" the man behind him called out again, and started walking to catch up.

Matthew was helpless; his body was no match for that person, and he was quickly caught up.

Although the man was small in stature, his arms were a pair of exaggeratedly large crab claws.

At that moment, he blocked Matthew's path.

"Jack? What a coincidence."

Each apprentice was sent by the school to pioneer the Winterlands for different reasons.

Like Matthew, Jack was deemed an apprentice with no potential by the school, but Jack's reasons were particularly ridiculous.

He transformed his arms into the giant pincers of an armored giant tortoise.

Although this gave him considerable combat power, those clumsy pliers were so heavy that he couldn't even hold the most basic potion dropper.

This situation could usually be resolved by a wizard, but unfortunately, his talent for learning witchcraft was pitifully poor.

It took him six months to learn how to construct a basic rune for Wizard's Hand.

Therefore, this foolish transformation led the school to deem him lacking the wisdom to become a wizard, and he was sent to the Winterlands to pioneer.

Jack usually had the image of a nice guy.

But Matthew had heard from Todd that Jack used to be a pirate, a treacherous and cunning man who did business on the edge of a knife.

After arriving in the Winter Realm, his true nature began to show, and many people secretly suffered at his hands.

Jack's eyes were sincere, and a simple, honest smile appeared on his face.

"Matthew, you're not deliberately avoiding me, are you?"