Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

"Release it, there's no problem with this batch of goods."

Solo inserted his fingers into the black coal, feeling its solid weight and granular texture.

There are no flimsy stones; each one is heavy enough to be held firmly in the hand, making it excellent fuel.

In a tightly bound wooden box next to it, rows of glass bottles, each about the thickness of a thumb, were neatly stacked.

The liquid in the bottle had a vibrant, almost transparent emerald green color.

When held up to the light, it is crystal clear and without any impurities, and the sealing wax seal on the bottle mouth is intact and clear.

He took a deep look at the life potion and nodded. The guard in charge immediately closed it again and hugged it tightly to his chest.

Solo patted the black ash off his hands and made an upward gesture to the soldiers guarding the checkpoint.

The heavy wooden railings slowly rose with the creaking of the winch, and the driver, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly urged the horses on.

Fully loaded with essential supplies for maintaining the territory's operations, it drove along the dusty road towards the heart of the fjord islands.

The smooth release of this batch of goods has eased the tense atmosphere that had been hanging over the checkpoint for several days.

Just two days ago, a shipment of supplies sent from Silver Creek Port was found to have serious problems:

The so-called refined coal contained nearly 30% gravel and soil.

The most crucial life-saving potion was exclusively for the knights.

Not only was its color murky and dull, but an experienced old knight, after taking a bite, asserted:

"The medicine is weak and mixed with cheap green algae juice and calming flower stems."

When the news reached the castle, Viscount Fran smashed a beloved crystal goblet on the spot, his roar nearly lifting the roof off.

Silver Creek Harbour, the only deep-water port on the fjord island facing the open sea, no longer belongs to the Fran family.

To trace its origins, we must go back several hundred years.

At that time, the only official wizard in the Fran family, who also supported the family's transcendent status in the surrounding seas.

He died suddenly during a voyage to explore uncharted waters, and his body was never recovered.

That accident caused the Fran family's title of Earl to fall to Viscount.

The huge lack of combat power and the potential pressure of covetousness that may follow.

This led the family leader at the time to make a difficult but realistic decision:

Silver Creek Port will face increasingly heavy operational burdens and will require sustained and powerful military deterrence to ensure its security.

The entire company was sold to the powerful Emerald Island Merchant Guild, "The Hand of the Tide."

This move, though seemingly a painful sacrifice, actually provides a respite and long-term benefits:

The family enjoys unparalleled discounts on bulk imports and receives a stable and substantial annuity from port duties each year.

In addition, the merchant ships traveling to and from the north and south became important supply points under the management of the "Tide Hand" Chamber of Commerce, bringing about commercial activity and information flow.

For a remote fjord island with limited resources, this is undoubtedly a guaranteed "annuity" that ensures income regardless of drought or flood.

Most importantly, the Fran family found a marquisate they could rely on, and the owner of "Tide Hand" was the Marquis of Toge.

This has become a tacit understanding that has lasted for hundreds of years, where each party gets what they need.

However, a businessman's sense of contractual obligation ultimately cannot overcome his greed for profits, especially when regulatory oversight is slightly relaxed.

Adulteration incidents occur frequently.

Enraged, the Viscount dispatched several surveillance teams composed of trusted confidants overnight to be stationed at key checkpoints connecting the port to the inland.

Solo volunteered to take on one of the tasks.

On the surface, this was fulfilling his duty; secretly, he needed such an opportunity to naturally integrate into the group of knights stationed at the checkpoint.

To create a reasonable and witnessable environment for his rapid progress in breathing techniques, which he "self-discovered".

"Ho!" "Ha!"

The low shouts and muffled thuds of flesh colliding in the distance interrupted Solo's thoughts.

He turned his head and saw several strong men wrestling on a specially cleared earthen training ground next to the checkpoint.

They removed their heavy half-body armor, wearing only absorbent linen shirts and tough leather trousers.

His bronze skin gleamed with an oily sheen in the sunlight, and his bulging muscles tightened and bulged like steel wires with each exertion.

Sweat was flung out, leaving dark spots on the dry earth.

Those were Instructor Barton and several of his regular knights on duty.

The focus of attention at this moment was Barton and a young knight named Aurora.

The two men were of similar build, both resembling upright bears, and their pure physical strength and grappling skills clashed at that moment.

Barton, with his seasoned experience, used a classic "Bear Hug" followed by "Earth Dragon Trip" to try and overpower Aurora.

Aurora, with her solid lower body, gritted her teeth and resisted, her strong arms wrestling with Barton.

His forearms were covered with veins that looked like earthworms, and he kicked shallow pits into the hard soil under his feet.

After holding their breath for about ten breaths, Aurora's face turned bright red.

As Barton's arms tightened like iron hoops, his grappling technique was about to be completed, and he was about to be completely suppressed.

A mixture of helplessness and competitiveness flashed in his eyes, and he let out a suppressed growl.

hum-

An invisible yet substantial aura suddenly burst forth from his body!

It wasn't an airflow, but it made Solo, who was watching the battle nearby, feel a slight tightening on his skin, as if the density of the air had changed instantly.

A fleeting, vibrant pale green glimmer flashed in the depths of Aurora's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the muscle contours around his body seemed to expand slightly, and the fascia under his skin twitched gently as if it were alive.

The next moment, a jaw-dropping scene unfolded:

Aurora, who was originally at a disadvantage and about to be locked down, suddenly unleashed unimaginable power from her waist and abdomen, and swung her arms!

Instructor Patton's massive, rock-solid body, weighing over a hundred kilograms, seemed to lose its weight as he forcefully swung it off the ground.

It traced a brief arc in the air and was thrown out with a "whoosh"!

"boom!"

A dull thud rang out as Patton, like a human-shaped cannonball, crashed into the soft sand a dozen meters away, kicking up a huge cloud of dust that seemed to make the ground tremble.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!" Patton shook his head as he climbed out of the pit, spitting out the sand in his mouth.

Barton pointed at Aurora and laughed and cursed, but his voice was full of energy, indicating that he was not seriously injured.

"Aurora! You cheated! We agreed not to use 'seeds'! What, can't accept defeat?"

Aurora herself was a little out of breath, scratched the back of her head, and said embarrassedly:

"Instructor, your grappling technique is deadly. If I don't use the real thing, I feel like you're going to break a few of my ribs, and I'll definitely throw up the smoked meat I ate for lunch."

The knights watching burst into boisterous laughter, mixed with taunts like "Aurora, you can't take a joke!" and "Even Barton got what he deserved!"

Solo also stepped forward with a smile and applauded in greeting.

At the same time, a faint, almost imperceptible blue light flickered deep within his pupils—the [Eye of Analysis] had already been activated.

Every detail of that lightning-fast explosion was captured, recorded, and analyzed at high speed:

The instantaneous contraction efficiency of Aurora muscle fibers, the abnormal peak of ground reaction force, the faint wavelength of life energy dissipating in the air...

Massive amounts of data flood into Solo's AI, which performs rapid calculations in conjunction with his existing physical knowledge models.