The Wizard of Truth: Starting with Analyzing All Things

The light of the test crystal flickered twice like a candle in the wind, before finally dimming completely, reflecting on Luo Wei's bloodless face.

It was a kind of gloom deeper than failure.

"Love. Elemental affinity: Inferior. Mental strength: Mediocre. Soul resilience: Average." The black-robed examiner, seated behind the crystal ball, spoke in a voice as if chilled by ice, devoid of any inflection. He didn't even glance at Love, mechanically declaring, "Overall assessment: Does not possess the potential to become a formal wizard."

A single judgment severed the path to transcendence.

Sneers and whispers, like sticky swamps, surged from behind.

"He really is a good-for-nothing, a country bumpkin from the outlying islands. What good qualities could he possibly have?"

"He's wasting everyone's time. I thought he could make something of it."

"Next!"

Luo Wei pressed his lips tightly together, his nails digging deep into his palms, bringing a sharp pain that kept him conscious for the last moment. He didn't look at the gloating or indifferent faces, but silently retreated from the platform, disappearing into the shadows at the edge of the hall. From an assistant researcher in one of Earth's top laboratories to this wizard assessment hall called "Dark Moon Academy," it was as if he had simply changed to a more brutal examination room, and the result was equally despairing.

Having transmigrated to this world a month ago, he desperately studied its language and writing system, crammed on all the basic knowledge about wizards, trying to grasp at this last straw. However, reality dealt him a heavy blow.

The nine-tiered wizarding hierarchy is an absolute truth in this world. From the lowest level of apprentice (beginner, intermediate, advanced) to a fully-fledged wizard (first to ninth tier) who has constructed their own spell model, each level advancement is incredibly difficult. And the vast majority of people don't even qualify to become apprentices.

He, Luo Wei, is one of the vast majority.

"Hey, Rowe!" A slightly shrill voice interrupted his thoughts. It was Harris Thorn, his roommate, a boy from a minor noble family who had barely reached the level of an intermediate apprentice and was currently feeling quite smug. He deliberately held out his finger in front of Rowe, and with difficulty, a quail egg-sized, flickering, and loosely structured ball of light appeared at his fingertip.

"Did you see that? 'Illumination'! The power of a wizard!" Harris boasted, but the orb vanished with a "poof." He was only embarrassed for a moment before raising his voice to cover it up, "With your inferior talent, you'll never even touch the light of magic in your lifetime! If I were you, I would have packed my bags and gone back to that fishy-smelling island long ago!"

Lowe merely glanced at him, his gaze calm and unwavering, as if observing a failed experimental subject. He didn't respond, heading straight for the cold stone corridor leading to the dormitory area. Harris was enraged by his disregard, shouting angrily from behind, but didn't dare to actually make a move before the examiner had left.

**Dark Moon Academy**, located on the edge of the "Starfall Plains" in the northern continent, is one of humanity's bridgeheads against the endless wilderness. The academy operates on a **law of limited resource competition**: aptitude determines your starting point, and contribution (or strength) determines how far you can go. For someone like Luo Wei, deemed "lacking potential," the only way out is to become a servant at the academy, serving for ten years before leaving with a meager severance pay, or… to disappear silently during a dangerous mission.

The cold dormitory room contained only a stone bed and a wooden table. Harris was somewhere celebrating, which was fine; at least it was quiet.

Night fell completely, and only two moons of different colors (the larger, silvery-white "Suren" and the smaller, dark red "Ktugya") cast eerie light through the narrow window.

Luo Wei closed his eyes, not to meditate—he had no way to meditate at all—but to sink his consciousness into that strange space that had existed since the beginning of his journey.

There were no whispers of gods, no cold system notifications.

There, there was only a blank book floating in the air.

The book is made of neither gold nor jade; its cover flows with countless fine, data-like silver lusters that constantly combine and separate, as if calculating the ultimate mysteries of the universe. It does not emit any energy fluctuations, yet it gives people a profound sense of encompassing all things and bearing truth.

**[The Book of Truth - On Standby]**

A label formed from an idea naturally emerged in Lo Wei's mind.

For a month, he had tried countless times to communicate with it, but all his efforts had been in vain. But today, under the pressure of extreme resentment and despair, an unprecedented and resolute will ignited within him.

"Since the rules of this world reject me," Luo Wei's will was as cold and focused as when facing an unsolvable problem in a laboratory, carrying an indomitable tenacity, "then I will analyze its rules, understand them, and then... rewrite my permissions!"

His mind was no longer blindly exploring as before, but highly focused, as if it had transformed into the probe of the scanning tunneling microscope he was most familiar with on Earth—extremely subtle and precise.

Detecting the target, a flying insect emitting a faint moon-white halo hovering outside the window—**Moonlight Firefly**, a small, magically glowing creature unique to the planet Chilva.

His spiritual senses did not perceive its so-called "magic," but rather, like the most rigorous scientist, began to analyze the microstructure of its tail-emitting organ, the efficiency of its energy conversion, the frequency of its light waves, and the relationship between its life form and this luminous behavior.

This is not meditation, this is **research**!

Just as his mental frequency and the life fluctuations of Moonlight Firefly reached a subtle resonance—

hum!

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the dormant Book of Truth suddenly trembled! On the blank pages, countless complex and beautiful geometric lines and runes, possessing both mathematical precision and artistic beauty, appeared as if being rapidly drawn by an invisible hand, emerging wildly!

**[Analysis Target: Moonlight Firefly (A species unique to the planet Chilva, a faintly magically glowing creature)]**

**[Analysis progress 1%... 35%... 78%... 100%!]**

**[Analysis complete!]**

**[Obtained: Bioluminescence model (structural optimization rate 85.7%), High-efficiency bioenergy-light energy conversion formula (energy utilization rate improved by 210%), Partial basic gene sequence of *Firefly cuspidata* 'Moonlight']**

**[Should we input the 'bioluminescence model' and related formulas into the database and generate basic 'light' system techniques?]**

A stream of incredibly clear information, far beyond the comprehension of this world, flooded into Luo Wei's consciousness.

Ecstasy! The ecstasy of observing a theoretically predicted phenomenon for the first time in an experiment instantly overwhelmed him! But his powerful rational thinking immediately suppressed the emotional fluctuations.

"Enter! Generate!" he commanded telepathically.

On the pages, the "bioluminescent model," originally composed of lines, began to rapidly evolve and optimize, eliminating redundant structures and strengthening energy pathways, ultimately settling into an extremely stable, efficient, three-dimensional rune model radiating pure white light. It was hundreds of times more complex and exquisite than the crude sphere of light model that Harris had used!

At the same time, Luo Weifu felt a surge of inspiration. He raised his right hand, extending his index finger.

There are no strange incantations that require stuttering or memorization, and no complicated and error-prone hand gestures to guide you.

His thoughts were directly connected to the newly generated, perfect "Basic Light Spell" in the Book of Truth.

With a thought, the technique is activated.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

It wasn't the dim, flickering light of Harris. It was pure, stable, like the **core of a laser** focused through the most precise lens! The light was condensed and tangible, piercing straight out and precisely tearing a clear boundary through the darkness in the room, without any diffusion! The edges of the light were so sharp that you could even see the trajectory of the dust particles floating in the air dancing beside the beam of light.

The light was not dazzling, but it carried an unquestionable majesty that stemmed from the "truth" itself.

Luo Wei could clearly "sense" that maintaining this light consumed a power deep within his soul—perhaps mental energy, but more like a kind of "computing power" required for the Book of Truth to operate. The consumption was negligible, far less than the consumption of any apprentice's trick in any record of this world.

He stared at the "light" at his fingertips that defied the common sense of this world, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant—the wave-particle duality of light, the conservation of energy, model optimization...

After a long while, he dissipated the light, and the room was once again filled with the radiance of the two moons.

A smile, characteristic of a researcher and brimming with curiosity and confidence, appeared on Luo Wei's lips. This smile dispelled the gloom that had lingered on his face for days, making his ordinary features appear exceptionally bright.

"interesting."

He muttered to himself, his voice clearly audible in the quiet room.

"It seems that the parameters of this world can be modified."

His gaze sharpened as he looked at the "Beginner's Guide" on the wooden table, a book distributed by the academy that contained the most basic meditation methods and a few apprentice magic tricks.