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

"Rip!"

A hideous claw emerged from the back of Isaac's neck, its five fingers outstretched, and blood-red fluorescence flowed from the exposed veins. A mysterious aura quietly pressed down on everyone's hearts.

"Why are you out here?!" Isaac glanced at Prince Norns and his daughter, whose faces had become somewhat stiff, and said nervously.

"Hiss?"

Didn't you say there was no need to be restrained?

A mouth and an eye appeared on the back of the demonic hand, looking at Isaac with suspicion.

"...You're really not reserved?" Isaac was somewhat speechless.

"Haha~ It's alright, it's good to have some fun. Your pet is also the Hand of God? That's impressive, worthy of your name, Solomon!" Fortunately, Prince Norns didn't mind and instead praised him.

"Huh? Too?" Isaac paused slightly, turning to look at Princess Filo beside him. "You're also part of the Hand of God?"

"Hmm, but not as...abstract as yours." Philo's lips twitched as she looked at Isaac's ferocious claws.

At the same time, golden sparks appeared on the back of Philo's neck, and a mechanical tentacle emerged from it, its claws opening and closing curiously as it looked at Hamon.

"A mechanical hand of God, that's quite rare." Isaac curiously examined the mechanical tentacles protruding from the back of Philo's head while cutting off steaks to feed Harmon and the mouse.

The Hand of God is a magical pet that is mostly of the angel and fairy types. The former is good at healing magic and light magic, and its highest evolution is the Mimic Angel, which can split from itself. The latter is more inclined to stealth, and its highest evolution is the Invisible Hand, which has a strong degree of unobservability.

However, the Demon type like Isaac and the Mechanical type like Philo are extremely rare.

Isaac's demonic nature is because dealing with demons is too dangerous for a newcomer, and there aren't many people as reckless as him. Philo's mechanical nature is simply rare.

Because the essence of the Hand of God is to strip a portion of the original power from a higher being and then merge it with oneself, resulting in an additional life form when one becomes a wizard.

Therefore, its attributes are closely related to those of higher beings. However, machinery has only been developed in recent years, and the corresponding Outer Gods are too distant, making it difficult to find ritual beacons to communicate with them.

Aside from a stroke of luck, perhaps only an imperial princess like Philo could specifically find those guys.

Hmm? If that's the case, then doesn't that mean...?

"Does Your Highness Philo possess the communication ritual with the Outer Gods?" Isaac's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he forgot about feeding Hamon, turning his head to look intently at Philo.

Philo was taken aback for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on her lips. After swallowing the food in her mouth, she said, "Yes, I do. What, you want some? Just so you know, most of them have been used before, so the success rate is very low."

"How do I switch?" Isaac didn't care about the success rate, as long as it wasn't zero.

"Very good, I knew I hadn't misjudged you!" Philo looked at Isaac with a hint of relief. That's how it should be. How could you not take a gamble just because you're afraid of dying?

So she waved her hand dismissively and said generously, "No need to exchange! I'll give it to you!"

"How could I possibly accept this?"

"It's okay, we're teammates. By the way, have you joined the Cult of Flesh? I can recommend you."

"There's no need to trouble the princess with this. My eldest sister gave me a recommendation spot, so I can go straight in."

"Oh, that's great. We can exchange ideas more often in the future. Here, these are the trading rituals of the Outer Gods, but some of them are completely useless now. You can take a look, and feel free to ask me if you have any questions!"

Isaac's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the magic book Philo handed him, then he happily accepted it and began a lively discussion with her.

Isaac didn't believe Philo had no ulterior motives, but there was too little information to make any judgments, and the atmosphere had reached a point where it was difficult to refuse.

Of course, another reason is that Isaac also really wants these things; these are all high-quality potential customers!

While the two were having a heated discussion, Remington and the prince's daughter exchanged a helpless glance. Shouldn't they be the main characters today?

Prince Norns, seated at the head of the table, frowned slightly as he watched Philo's eager demeanor, but he said nothing, simply sitting to the side and observing silently.

And so, lunchtime passed by amidst Isaac and Philo's lively discussion.

After the meal, Isaac did not linger at the Prince's mansion. Instead, he bid farewell to Prince Norns and rode in a pumpkin carriage to Solomon's residence in the capital.

As a border viscount with an army, the Solomon family still held some weight in the empire.

"You intend to sacrifice him?" As the pumpkin carriage disappeared from sight, Prince Norns uttered a sentence that sent a chill down Remington's spine. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. At this point, he had no status whatsoever.

"How could that be? He's a mad witch; he'll have a backlash." Philo smiled slightly, a gentle smile concealing a mystery that no one could fathom.

"That would be for the best. I'm just reminding you that Solomon currently has two high knights and a great wizard who is about to become a high wizard. This kind of power already puts him among the top lords in the empire."

"I know." Philo nodded with a smile, but whether she actually listened was only known to herself.

Prince Norns gave Philo a deep look, then returned to the mansion with Remington and his daughter, closing the gates and leaving Philo outside.

"Hehe~ Are you angry, Uncle Renn?" Looking at the closed door, Philo smiled helplessly, then walked briskly towards her mage tower.

"He's dangerous. There are traces of three divine rituals on him. One was just a test, and the other two were successful summonings. Should we really sign a contract with him?"

A mechanical tentacle emerged from Philo's collar, its claws opening and closing with a cold, clear sound.

"Let's wait and see. After all, Uncle Renn is right; Solomon is no longer a minor nobleman. But we can observe for a while. Don't you think it's interesting?"

"I think you're going to die."

"Oh? You think highly of him? You wouldn't... have a crush on him, would you?"

"Philo, my final advice to you is: don't mess with him. Did you notice the rat on his shoulder? It has power! And it's a first-tier divine species!"

Philo's light steps faltered, her expression turning serious as she looked at the tentacle on her shoulder: "What did you say?"

"As expected, you didn't notice. In short, don't mess with him. There's only one wizard in history who could create gods... You should understand what I mean!"

After saying that, the mechanical tentacles slowly retracted, leaving Philo standing alone on the street in a daze.

After a long while, Philo looked up at the sky, a slightly manic smile spreading across his face: "Only one? That's a thing of the past! Soon! Soon we'll succeed!"