Clinging to the Witcher world to become a god of martial arts

Wizard Tower, Inspection Department.

The two massive black stone archways are carved with a relief of scales, the dark lines appearing and disappearing intermittently.

The square plaque bears five large, gilded characters: "Execution and Inspection Department".

This is a special institution set up by the Black Tower to supervise the apprentice area. Their existence ensures that apprentices have a relatively stable environment for growth, while also being responsible for dealing with those who have no talent but occupy resources.

Every month, many mortals flock to the Black Sun Tower with the idea of ​​becoming wizards.

The reception department will settle these ordinary people down, record the relevant information, and hand it over to the Executive Supervision Department.

Then came a two-month assessment period, during which lodging, food, and meditation were provided to select those with wizarding talent.

That is, fresh blood.

Although the Black Tower wizards appear to be of noble status and otherworldly, every month, the wizards of the Black Tower are constantly being depleted like resources.

Conflicts of power, mission execution, experimental accidents, etc., it is clearly not feasible to only send out and not receive in.

This is why the Black Sun Tower accepts its members unconditionally.

By using a large pool of individuals, those with the potential to become wizards are selected, nurtured, and their resources replenished.

It's much easier to understand if we treat the mortals who come to the Black Tower as a resource.

Just like selling magic potions, once the stock is used up, a new batch needs to be made. Doesn't that require a lot of raw materials and herbs?

The current operating mode of the Black Tower is based on the theory proposed by the previous Tower Master.

Most wizarding factions within the Kingdom of Seville only accept wizarding apprentices or full-fledged wizards who have opened their spiritual sea, and usually have extremely harsh conditions in place to prevent infiltration by hostile wizarding factions.

This operating model comes with a problem: a shortage of qualified wizards.

However, there are also advantages. Resources are not wasted on mortals, and the training period is skipped. Smaller wizarding factions adopt this model.

Since a problem arises, there must also be a solution.

There aren't enough qualified wizards? Then find a way to attract more...

As a result, smaller wizarding factions would offer more favorable treatment and greater power to attract formal wizards or apprentices who were not doing well in their original factions to join them.

Therefore, friction often occurs between the major powers.

The boots echoed as they stepped on the hard ground, a rapid sound.

After the heavy thud of the gate opening and closing, the wizards began to talk.

"Send these mortals to Lord Holt, the scholar. He has recently developed a keen interest in exploring human anatomy and has even dissected two living people. He is in dire need of experimental materials."

"Yes, Lord Mancini!"

"Those are from the research department, and..."

"..."

Mancini was currently taking stock of the needs of wizards of different positions in the Black Tower. The guys he had just arrested were soon evenly distributed, and there were still several who hadn't received any.

"Lord Mancini, what should we do with this guy?" His attendants dragged out a man with a large hole in his chest, his body frozen stiff.

Mancini frowned slightly in disgust and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to drag the corpse away.

"We'll send it to Hyman when he gets back; he's been missing a punching bag to vent his anger on..."

"What are you sending?" A hoarse voice rang out from afar.

Then came the sound of footsteps, "patter, patter."

Mancini was slightly surprised: "Back so soon? Did you successfully destroy that resource point in the Forest of Fireflies?"

He looked up and gazed towards the doorway.

Soon, a man in a red robe came into view; the robe was stained with blood, and his face was weak.

"It's gotten to a point where I can't handle it anymore. I'll have to let the big shots take over." Hyman tucked his staff into his waistband.

Mancini let out a soft "Huh?": "Could there be a second-tier wizard on the other side?"

Apprentices are graded according to the strength of their mental power, while formal wizards are also divided into five levels, with slightly different criteria for judgment.

Mancini and Hyman were both first-tier wizards, holding relatively low positions within the Black Tower.

"Don't even mention it! Those bastards in the Forest of Fireflies only know how to invoke the blessings bestowed by the True Spirit. Without this, they're nothing!"

Hyman was furious; he even spewed scorching flames from his nostrils.

A servant brought forward the man, frozen solid, saying, "Lord Hyman, here is your sandbag."

"What can we do?" Mancini sighed. "It's not our concern. The Forest of Fireflies has no way to fight back anyway."

"No ability to fight back?" Hyman kicked the ice sculpture in the head, and as if he wasn't satisfied, he kicked it several more times.

"We suffered a crushing defeat at the Battle of Wall Manor. It's said that some important figures even perished there. The war is going badly, and in the end, it's always us lowly wizards who suffer the consequences."

His stomach was burning with rage, and he couldn't contain himself any longer. He drew his staff and aimed it at the ice sculpture on the ground: "Stream of Flames!"

The release was extremely rapid, and the gushing flames flowed over the ice sculpture like a stream of water.

The water vapor evaporated, leaving only ashes in the end.

Mancini stared at the dark red staff made of ash wood in Hyman's hand, which was inlaid with a fire elemental magic core.

"If you had put the same effort into your cultivation as you put into crafting magical artifacts, you might have already overcome that hurdle and become a second-tier wizard."

At the mention of magical artifacts, Hyman's face contorted into a ferocious expression, and the veins on his arm gripping the staff bulged.

Did he say something wrong? Mancini looked him up and down, thinking that failing to become a second-tier wizard was a sore point for Hyman.

Hyman calmed himself down, and the flush on his face gradually subsided.

After things returned to normal, he casually asked, "I looked at the memory stone you gave me last time, but I couldn't find that kid."

"Which kid?" Mancini had no recollection of it; the apprentice area was always full of trivial matters waiting for him to handle, so he couldn't remember which one it was.

Hyman took out a transparent stone from the storage ring on his ring finger and activated it by mobilizing a wisp of his mental energy.

The image appears, featuring a curly-haired boy and a handsome boy with brown hair.

"These two boys are from the incident where the phosphorescent beetles attacked." Mancini had a vivid memory of that attack.

After all, the appearance of such extraordinary creatures as phosphorescent beetles in the apprentice area was a first for him as a supervisor.

"You brat! Did you abandon your post again for a little bit of credit, failing to record any relevant events?"

Hyman passionately criticized Mancini.

After being berated by Hyman, Mancini lost face in front of his subordinates.

"Hyman, don't question my professional ethics!" Mancini declared righteously, "I've submitted all the relevant documents, and everything has been done according to procedure. Are you questioning the rules of the Black Sun Tower?"

"Ha! I know you too well." Hyman flicked his sleeve, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the Inspectorate room. "What method will you use to find these two..."