Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump—!"

The final five claps of thunder merged into one, forming a visible, distorting circular shockwave that spread downwards from the center of the clouds, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

silence.

A deathly silence.

All the rock creatures on the battlefield—whether they were still charging, stuck in the swamp, or climbing the city walls—came to a complete standstill.

They remain in the same position as a second ago, and then, starting from the smallest crystal structure, they silently disintegrate.

There was no explosion, no flash, only billions of tiny crystalline dust particles slowly drifting down into the air.

It reflects a hazy halo in the remaining sunlight, creating an eerie beauty.

The 30-meter-long crystal beast froze in its final struggle, its tail raised as if about to strike.

The next second, its massive body disintegrated from the tail upwards, like a sand sculpture encountering a hurricane.

The dark golden crystal clusters transformed into the finest golden dust, which drifted away with the wind.

The whole process was eerily quiet, with only the barely audible rustling sound of crystals breaking.

Ten seconds later, all that remained on the battlefield was a smooth, mirror-like circular swamp with a diameter of over three hundred meters, and something suspended in the center of the depression.

A slowly rotating crystal core, about the size of a fist, with what appears to be liquid dark gold flowing inside, exuding a pure and powerful earthy aura.

ended.

A true, absolute end.

The city wall was deathly silent.

Only heavy breathing and the clanging sound of weapons slipping from stiff hands and hitting the ground could be heard.

The ten mid-level apprentices in the inner circle were ashen-faced, their bodies trembling slightly—not from lingering fear, but from sheer terror.

They understood better than those on the periphery what that Level 2 alarm meant.

They interrupted the master's work inside the tower!

And Master Sion's punishment... they dared not imagine. Some had already closed their eyes in despair.

However, the expected thunderous wrath did not materialize.

The windows of the magic tower closed quietly, as if that hand had never been reached out.

Only the suspended crystal core and the ground that had returned to normal proved that what had just happened was not an illusion.

The oppressive silence lasted for several minutes.

The survivors began to tremble as they cleaned up the mess.

The knights counted their numbers: forty-seven went into battle, eighteen were seriously wounded, and almost everyone was injured.

None of the lower-level apprentices died, but many were exhausted of their magic and collapsed to the ground.

The troll slave legion suffered the heaviest losses.

Of the three hundred trolls, only one hundred and seven were able to walk back to the camp on their own.

More than sixty trolls died completely, their bodies broken beyond recognition, while the rest were severely injured, many missing limbs.

Those ignorant creatures silently gathered up the mangled corpses of their companions, and for the first time, a clear emotion appeared in their green eyes.

That was not the sorrow of intelligent beings, but the deep, primal grief of wild beasts losing their pack members.

They piled the bodies together in a rudimentary way, then silently surrounded the pile, emitting low, mournful sounds like the wind whistling through a cave.

Solo watched all of this silently.

He knew that without Master Sain's intervention, the entire outer defense line would have been wiped out.

Even so, the casualties are already staggering.

Just as he was tallying the losses, a calm voice, devoid of emotion, yet directly resonating in the minds of Solo, the outer apprentice captains, and the inner apprentice captains, simultaneously appeared:

"Come in."

When Solo and his companions stepped into the workshop on the top floor of the Magic Tower, the scene they witnessed instantly shattered their entire understanding of the word "busy".

The space has been cleverly expanded, making it far more magnificent than its exterior suggests.

At the heart of this vast area, Master Sain's presence could no longer be described as "working alone."

His body was indeed working beyond its limits, transforming into a dazzling afterimage:

The left hand uses high-frequency vibrations of five fingers to regulate the temperature of the alchemy platform, the right hand uses two fingers to draw different runes, the left foot precisely taps to activate the magic circle, the right eye locks onto the hourglass, the left eye observes the energy spectrum, and the nasal cavity hums multiple incantations.

Eyebrow twitching tests the enchantment array, ankles control the heat, calves adjust pressure, back conducts heat dissipation, and ears detect the frequency of dripping fluid...

Every inch of flesh and blood seemed to be independently programmed, executing completely different and precise instructions.

But this is just the tip of the iceberg.

Around him, the air rippled with ripples almost imperceptible to the naked eye—those were dozens, even hundreds, of invisible "tentacles" formed purely from powerful spiritual energy.

These spiritual tentacles are more precise than the most skillful hand and stronger than the toughest thread.

They move through every corner of the workshop:

Several tentacles simultaneously extracted more than a dozen raw materials with conflicting properties from the material cabinet, completing the initial magical infusion and impurity removal during the movement.

Several other tentacles were simultaneously etching micron-level runes onto the three broken weapons, and amidst flashes of light, the complex composite array patterns were completed in one go.

Tentacles also control seven or eight droppers, adding catalyst to a crucible undergoing a violent reaction at different rates and angles, with timing precise to the second.

Furthermore, tentacles were rapidly calculating the reaction formula for the thirteenth stage of a complex potion recipe in the void, directly "reflecting" the results into Sain's mind...

Alchemy, enchanting, potion making, rune engraving, and even magic circle maintenance and energy pipeline adjustment... more than thirty different projects of varying nature and difficulty.

It is being propelled in sync by this physical body and this invisible spiritual realm.

The air was filled with a complex odor of ozone, molten metal, exotic plants, and dangerous chemicals.

And a faint hum that is almost tearing your eardrums, unique to the operation of a high-frequency magic.

This isn't a "fight between hands and feet," it's a crazy symphony about "absolute efficiency" directed by a legitimate wizard.

The physical body is the basic instrument, while the vast spiritual power is the conductor's baton, and also the main instrument that undertakes most of the complex melodies.

In the heart of this hectic storm that brought thought to a standstill, Master Sain's calm voice rang out.

The words still echoed clearly in the minds of the three, creating a strange contrast with his "shattered" physical state:

"Solo." The voice held neither praise nor blame. "The assessment is passable. I originally thought that, given your foundation in the outer regions, you could overcome the challenge before those crystal reptiles emerged from the ground."

The battle line should have collapsed by now, but unexpectedly, you not only held out until it appeared, but also sounded the alarm as required.

As he spoke, a spiritual tentacle lifted a completed talisman from the mountain of materials beside him and hovered above the work area.

It was a deep purple talisman, made of neither gold nor jade, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, yet seemingly containing countless miniature vortexes of destruction, flowing and dying within it.

Its mere existence caused the surrounding magic to show slight signs of collapsing towards it.

Sain seemed to be "seeing" it with a perception that transcended sight.

"'Annihilation Torrent,' a near-level one talisman," he introduced calmly.

"It took me three days to complete the drawing, let alone reach out. Even a slight distraction could have ruined everything or even caused a backlash."