Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

He was travel-worn, his leather armor still stained with unmelted snow and dark red marks, and he had a thick stubble.

His eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but more than that, they conveyed a sense of exhilaration and pride in completing the task.

He sat down opposite Solo without any hesitation, his massive body causing the bench to groan slightly.

Solo looked up, a perfectly timed smile of respect and familiarity on his face:

"Instructor, you're back already? How's the situation in the west? Look at this meat... quite a haul?"

As he spoke, he reached into the basin without hesitation and grabbed a piece of meat that was bigger than his face.

It feels heavy in the hand and is hot to the touch.

"I just dealt with three stupid half-demonic beasts yesterday. They were all demonized 'spiky boars' that are common in the forest. They had thick skin, thick flesh, and were quite strong."

Patton took a big gulp of ale and wiped his mouth.

"It's a pity that it was only enough to warm me up; it didn't even utilize the energy of the life seed."

I broke their necks with just my bare arms. These animals struggled fiercely before they died, look—”

He stretched out his muscular right arm, with several scabbed, dark brown scratches on his forearm, which looked quite horrifying.

Solo swallowed a large mouthful of meat steak containing far more energy than ordinary meat, and felt a warm current explode from his stomach.

Guided and transformed by the exhilarating internal energy within his body, it became a purer essence that permeated his limbs and bones, giving him a mental boost.

He asked vaguely as he chewed:

"Isn't this just asking for trouble? Even without using the Seed of Life, just grabbing a handy short sword would make dealing with them much easier, wouldn't it?"

It seems there's no sign of large-scale activity from the creatures in the western forest yet?

"I haven't seen any large-scale ones yet," Barton shook his head.

The scabs on his right arm, which looked quite severe, fell off on their own as he spoke.

The tender new skin underneath was exposed, and it returned to normal in just a few seconds, leaving only a few faint white marks.

"However, Old Lent's team encountered a 'Ground Bear' that had truly reached the level of a magical beast at the pass closer to the Black Forest, but unfortunately, its level of demonic transformation was too low."

Although it had the foundation of a large magical beast, it was at most only as strong as a medium-sized magical beast. Those few animals, relying on their numbers, surrounded the bear without using any weapons and beat it to death with their fists and feet!

On my way back, I ran into them again. They were showing off their bear paws, which were bigger than washbasins! Pshaw!

Upon hearing "Warcraft Earth Bear," Solo paused almost imperceptibly in his chewing motion, a strange glint flashing in the depths of his eyes.

In the past month, he has not only become increasingly outstanding on the training field.

From his initial clumsy movements to his current skillful execution, the speed of his progress in strength, endurance, and coordination made Patton nod in approval.

He even took advantage of every spare moment to search through almost all the non-confidential history, geography, and natural history books in the Viscount's library.

Although, as in some legendary tales, lost knight breathing techniques or meditation methods were not found in the folds of old books or basements.

But his understanding of the world, especially his understanding of the concept of "Warcraft", has deepened considerably.

The so-called "Warcraft" or "half-Warcraft" in this world.

It refers to wild beasts that have been mutated and strengthened by long-term immersion in the "magic element" permeating the environment.

In Solo's view, this has many similarities to the "demon" in his previous life in the Xuanhuang Realm.

In the Xuanhuang Realm, "demonic beasts" usually refer to those animals that have inherited powerful ancient bloodlines, and their growth limit is directly linked to the concentration of their bloodline.

Even if the bloodline of a divine beast such as a true dragon, a heavenly phoenix, or a qilin is only a trace.

This is enough to give future generations the potential to advance to the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or even higher realms.

However, with intergenerational reproduction and continuous dilution and hybridization of bloodlines, the potential of offspring will gradually decline, and the dragon will turn into a serpent, and the serpent will turn into a python.

They may eventually degenerate into a level one demon beast, only slightly stronger than an ordinary wild beast, or even become a mere mortal beast.

But "demon" is completely different.

They are ordinary wild animals that live in places where spiritual energy is exceptionally rich, or where malevolent energy, blood energy, yin energy, and other exotic energies are abundant.

An existence whose body and mind undergo irreversible changes over a long period of time, thus embarking on the path of spiritual cultivation.

Demons are not bound by fixed bloodlines; their achievements depend more on their own opportunities, comprehension, temperament, and environment, making them highly unpredictable.

Weak demons might be easily eliminated by passing cultivators or martial artists as soon as they gain sentience, while slightly stronger ones might be able to establish themselves in a certain area.

However, it will also attract the attention of martial arts experts among humans.

After all, to condense the protective aura unique to top-tier second-rate martial artists, one needs the heart's blood of a demon, not a demonic beast.

Demons, especially truly powerful ones, are often highly sought after by human martial artists.

After all, low-level monsters are actually easy for martial arts masters to deal with, and they are also very common.

The Monster Mountain Range is full of monsters, but monsters are hard to find, which greatly limits the number of second-rate top-tier martial artists.

And those legendary great demons, such as the white snake that flooded Jinshan Temple and the dragon that overturned rivers and seas.

In fact, his strength and opportunities are comparable to or even surpass those of many high-level cultivators.

The "monsters" of the fjord islands are closer to the concept of "demons".

However, due to individual differences among monsters, they are like demons.

Whether the hybridization of humans, demons, monsters, and wild beasts can produce offspring with "extraordinary" qualities depends entirely on luck.

Based on what he read and the occasional accounts of Patton and others.

The forests here, especially those areas marked in dark on the map and known as the "Black Forest".

The concentration of morphogens is significantly higher than in other areas, and it can even affect the color and shape of vegetation.

The beasts that inhabited the area for a long time gradually had their bodies transformed by magic, becoming stronger, fiercer, and more bloodthirsty.

It may even give rise to special abilities such as spitting acid, manipulating vines, and hardening fur; this is called "demonic transformation".

Those with a shallow degree of demonization are called "half-demonic beasts," while those with deep-seated demonization and a degree of intellectual development are true "demonic beasts."

Its strength has a huge range, from a half-beast that can only withstand the attack of a few ordinary guards.

There are countless "fierce" level monsters that require serious attention from formal knights or even teamwork to hunt down.

Of course, fjord islands have limited resources and lack the habitat for truly giant predators.

If apex predators like giant elephants and tyrannosaurus rex are corrupted, their threat level will increase exponentially.

But just as a demonic rat is no match for an ordinary elephant, a mortal Tyrannosaurus Rex can easily tear apart a demonized ice wolf.

The species' innate size, strength, and physiological structure remain the key factors determining the lower limit of its strength after being demonized.

He quickly devoured the last piece of half-monster meat in the basin, feeling the surging heat within his body and his inner energy growing stronger.

Solo exhaled a satisfied breath of white air, carrying a rich aroma of meat.

Barton looked at his still flat stomach and wondered where all that food had gone, then smacked his lips.

He pulled a small, slightly worn iron plaque, about half the size of his palm, from his leather pouch at his waist and tossed it in front of Solo.

The plaque simply bears an emblem and Patton's name.

"Here you go, kid. I see you're at the age where you're growing, and your appetite is like a bottomless pit. If you only eat this ordinary meat, I'm afraid the nutrition won't keep up with the energy you expend during training."

"Next time you go to collect the meat, show this sign to the cookhouse manager and say that I said you can get one and a half portions of monster meat every day."