Steadfast Wizard: From Heart-Swapping Rat to Dimensional Demon God

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The moment Isaac's hand touched the spellbook, a stream of information flashed through his mind, and he knew what "The Mad Witches' Guild" on the spellbook's cover meant...

The Mad Wizards' Guild is a loosely organized wizarding society, or more precisely, a wizarding gathering.

Only wizards who have successfully made a deal with beings from beyond the realm can join!

Whether it's seizing dimensional fragments of the Demon God like Isaac, acquiring magical knowledge through normal trade, or even certain powers, as long as the trade is successful and the individual is still alive and can maintain their independence, they can join the Mad Witch Society.

In other words, this is a gathering of wizards made up of madmen!

Of course, he's also a genius.

The reason why the Mad Wizards' Society is considered a wizarding gathering rather than a wizarding organization is primarily because it lacks mandatory rules; it merely provides a platform for mad wizards like Isaac to communicate.

The Mad Wizards Association holds a small exchange meeting once a month and a large exchange meeting once a year. The small exchange meeting is attended by wizards of the same rank to exchange magic, brainstorm ideas, and also conduct some transactions, whether it is magical knowledge or magical materials.

The large-scale exchange meeting involves all mad witches, regardless of strength, and is extremely large in scale!

Besides large and small gatherings, the mad witches can also communicate in real time through magic books, just like the chat groups in their previous lives. The difference is that this chat group has level restrictions; they can only join groups of their own level.

Aside from that, would the Mad Witch provide anything else to its members, whether it be magical knowledge or magical materials?

In other words...

"Purely welfare?"

Isaac blinked. This seemed like... a good thing?

After thinking for a moment, Isaac took the spellbook and slowly opened it. No matter what, even if it was a trap, he had no way to resist it now, so he might as well accept it and silently accumulate power.

Even if it really is a trap, it can be broken by force alone!

The magic book looks thick, but it actually only has three pages. One page is a chat box, which is completely blank. The latest message is the one he joined. I don't know if it's because the history messages are not visible, or if it's just naturally quiet.

The other two pages contain a list and a magic circle.

The list consisted entirely of formal wizards. He glanced at it and saw there were about thirty or forty people in total. It seemed there were more madmen in the world than he had imagined.

The magic circle is a teleportation spell. On the first of each month, one can use this magic circle to teleport to a dimension to participate in an exchange meeting. At other times, one can also use this magic circle to create projections in dimensions for daily communication.

"Name?" Sensing the information coming from this page of the list, Isaac glanced at the other people's names, thought for a moment, then gave up his idea of ​​playing pranks and chose a more formal name—Solomon!

This name also represents his small ambition: sooner or later, he wants to become a magician who rules over demons, just like Solomon in the myths and legends of his previous life!

After Isaac carved his name, the purple aura on the spellbook flickered briefly before fading away.

With a week to go before Number One, Isaac only glanced at the spellbook before putting it away. He didn't want to communicate with anyone for the time being; he wanted to peek at the screen and see how things went first.

"Ugh~~~"

Isaac put away the spellbook, stretched lazily, and got up to leave the laboratory.

Eat breakfast first.

"Young Master Isaac, all the goblin lairs in the vicinity have been located. This is the intelligence we've gathered over the past few days." Outside the door, Smith had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Isaac came out, he immediately reported the news and handed Isaac several sheets of paper.

Isaac nodded, glancing at the documents in his hand as he walked toward the restaurant, his brow furrowing slightly.

This is the information about the goblin lair that he had Smith collect. Isaac didn't think he was the only one who thought of using the goblin lair as a resource point for continuously producing demonized flesh.

But he had never heard of anything like it before, so he had guessed that there must be some hidden danger. However, he did need a lot of demonized flesh and blood, so he had been cultivating the goblin nest.

Smith's investigation confirmed his suspicions: goblin lairs did indeed continuously breed goblins, much like monsters spawn in a game.

But even magic must follow the law of conservation of energy!

The magic that gives birth to goblins in goblin lairs has three sources. Two of them are local materials: air and earth. The last one is somewhat mysterious and is generally believed to be the dimensional world possessed by the legendary wizard who created the goblins.

The problem lies in these three sources!

Leaving aside the first two, the excessive proliferation of goblins will inevitably lead to a decrease in the concentration of magic in the air in the surrounding area, and the nutrients in the earth will be rapidly lost. Over time, it will definitely turn into a desert!

The third source of magic is also not simple. Although it is unknown what it is connected to, if one draws magic from there for a long time, it will cause some evil monsters to appear!

It is far more powerful than a goblin!

"Tsk~ As expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Let's stop harvesting goblins here. Don't leave a single goblin burrow alive, but bring back their corpses nonetheless."

"Understood, Master Isaac." Smith nodded slightly, then took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Isaac. "Master, this is a letter from the eldest young master. Along with the letter are a thousand gold coins, a witchcraft manuscript, and a magic book belonging to the eldest young lady."

"They know I've become a wizard?" Isaac raised an eyebrow, took the letter, and asked casually.

"Yes, the Shadow Guard must have seen us when we were clearing out the goblins," Smith nodded.

This is, after all, the heartland of Solomon's territory. If not 100%, we have at least 80% control over it. Their actions are impossible to hide, and Isaac and his men never intended to conceal them.

Isaac smiled, opened the letter, and began to read it. He frowned slightly, then stopped. "Uncle Smith, are you familiar with the Black Orcs?"

"Black Orcs? Yes, judging by the time, the Black Orcs are coming soon." Upon hearing this, Smith frowned and said to Isaac, "I understand. The Black Orcs are a race from the Dark Lands. They don't engage in production; they live by hunting. Therefore, in autumn and winter, they gather in large numbers to invade our territory and plunder our food. Young Master wants you to go back and take refuge?"

"Well, my brother means I should stay at the fortress for a while. Starting next month, the interior won't be a completely safe place either. But since I'm going there, I can't just do nothing."

"Understood, I will compile the information on the Black Orcs for you as soon as possible." Smith bowed slightly, looking at Isaac with a hint of relief in his eyes.