Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

The winter wind was like a knife, swirling fine snowflakes as it swept across the winding forest path.

The road surface was frozen solid, and the horses' hooves made a crisp "clattering" sound as they stepped on it, which was particularly clear in the silent mountain forest.

A convoy of nearly a hundred people was moving slowly forward, exuding a solemn aura.

At the forefront were more than twenty knights clad in silver-white armor, which gleamed coldly in the thin sunlight.

With a long sword at his waist and a spear in his hand, his aura was as steady as a mountain, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, as he vigilantly scanned the surrounding dense forest.

Following closely behind were six covered carriages drawn by two horses, their spacious interiors and heavy curtains obscuring the figures inside.

Further behind were a dozen or so horse-drawn carriages loaded with goods, pulled steadily by strong draft horses.

This team is incredibly strong. There are no fewer than ten novice knights, and five mid-level knights to reinforce the ranks.

The combat strength of a mid-level knight is enough to uphold the prestige of a marquis's family. Now, the five of them have gathered together, just to escort the caravan on its safe journey.

The reason for this was that the passengers in the carriage were no ordinary people; they were all core nobles of the Bauhinia Kingdom who were loyal to the royal family, including the two children of King Atreus III.

Luo Kunlun was in the very first carriage. The carriage was unusually empty, with a few thick blankets piled in the corner, but the winter chill was still undeniable.

He leaned against the left corner, a deep black greatsword lying across his lap—the very sword Mo Yuan, which he had painstakingly crafted.

Even when laid flat, it exudes a heavy sense of oppression.

Besides Luo Kunlun, there were only three other teenagers in the carriage.

Sitting opposite him was Charles Art, about fifteen years old, with a handsome face and the pride unique to royalty in his brows, yet he also inadvertently revealed a hint of restraint.

Beside him was Isabella, a year younger than her brother, with a round face. She looked at Luo Kunlun with curiosity but dared not linger.

There was also a boy sitting in the corner named Wu Ke, around fifteen years old, dressed in simple linen clothes, and with a slightly thin build.

He was not from a noble family, but rather one of Samuel's newest students.

Of the parchment scrolls that were used to test talent, only Wu Ke saw the rotating vortex within them, making him the most likely person known to possess wizarding talent.

Therefore, Samuel specifically entrusted him to Lo Kunlun, imploring him to ensure that Wu Ke and Charlie and his sister were safely delivered to Golden Estate.

Those selected to be sent to Golden Manor for talent testing are all the most beloved children in their families.

There are many noble children, and the Golden Manor opens only once every four years. The spots are precious, and unless one has a natural talent or a noble status, there is no chance to embark on this journey.

Wu Ke was able to get this opportunity entirely because of the hope brought by that parchment scroll.

This journey was far more dangerous than I had imagined.

Golden Village is located on the southern coast of the continent. The Bauhinia Kingdom, being an inland country, is far away and subject to many uncertainties.

While the bandits and wild animals along the way were certainly dangerous, the most deadly threat was the other caravans heading to Golden Village.

If they are from friendly families, they will often travel together and look out for each other when they meet.

If they are unfamiliar forces and there is no conflict of interest, they will keep to themselves and not interfere with each other.

However, the situation can deteriorate instantly if they encounter a rival family or even a caravan from an enemy country.

On this journey far from home and unsupervised, they did not hesitate to kill, slaughtering the men in the convoy and abducting the women.

On every trip to Golden Manor, many noble children perish along the way.

But Samuel was not worried at all. He firmly believed that with Luo Kunlun's strength, protecting Wu Ke and Charlie would be no difficult task.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat oppressive at this moment.

Fourteen or fifteen years old is a lively and active age. Normally, they would have been chatting enthusiastically in the carriage, but in front of Luo Kunlun, the two dared not utter a sound.

Before leaving, his father, King Art III, repeatedly instructed him not to upset Mr. Law, and that if he encountered danger, he should just stay close to him and he would be safe.

Wu Ke remained silent, looking down at his hands, lost in thought.

Compared to the occasional laughter and chatter that could be heard from other carriages, the quietness inside this carriage was particularly striking.

This oppressive atmosphere persisted until evening.

The caravan stopped in an open valley. The knights quickly dispersed to build fortifications and cut down dead trees to make fires, while the servants busied themselves setting up tents and unloading provisions.

Charlie and Isabella, like birds freed from their cages, jumped out of the car and ran towards a few familiar noblemen not far away, their faces finally showing the joyful smiles of young people.

Wu Ke also got out of the car, found a quiet corner to sit down, took out a worn book from his pocket, and began to read it by the dim light of the day.

Luo Kunlun walked alone to a corner at the edge of the camp and sat down with his back against a huge rock.

The riders and servants of the caravan instinctively avoided this area; no one dared to approach it easily, as if there were an invisible barrier there.

Luo Kunlun closed his eyes, and his powerful perception spread out like ripples on water, covering an area of ​​several miles in radius.

The sounds of birds and beasts deep in the forest, the sound of streams in the distance, and even the crawling of insects underground all clearly entered his mind.

After confirming that there were no other living beings in the area besides their convoy, he slowly opened his eyes, a resolute look flashing in them.

Beneath the heavy cloak, a tiny wound appeared out of nowhere on his right forearm.

"Zero, pause the repair process," Luo Kunlun ordered in his mind.

The nanomachine core "Zero" inside the brain responded immediately, and the nanorobots that were preparing to rush to the wound to repair it all stopped moving.

"Unbind, all nanomachines converge at the wound and detach from the host."

Ten trillion invisible nanobots surged out of Luo Kunlun's blood, muscles, and bones like a tide, converging on the wound in his forearm.

They were originally spread all over his body, constantly reinforcing his monitoring of his physical condition. Now, receiving the instruction, they all peeled off and condensed into a tiny point of light at the wound.

When he fought Graxus, he broke through to the intermediate apprentice level and was able to roughly sense the condition inside Graxus's body using his mental power.

Golden Village is a gathering place for wizards, so there must be many wizard apprentices there, and there may even be formal wizards present.

To avoid unnecessary trouble and to conceal his trump card, Luo Kunlun decided to temporarily remove the nanomachines and store them in his brain space.

Once Zero has absorbed and stored enough energy, it executes the command and then enters a hibernation state.

A moment later, the light spot at the wound gradually condensed into a small sphere of liquid metal, no bigger than a little finger, which was silvery white and emitted a faint luster.

Even if ten trillion nanobots were gathered together, they would only be this size, yet they contain terrifying technological power.

Luo Kunlun didn't touch it with his hands; he simply thought of it, and the liquid metal sphere appeared in his mind.

After doing all this, the wound on my forearm healed quickly and returned to normal in a moment, leaving no trace.

He pulled his cloak tighter around himself and looked toward the southern horizon.

Without the aid of nanomachines, his perception was slightly diminished, but his physical strength and martial arts skills remained at their peak. In addition, with the Mo Yuan Greatsword in hand, he was more than capable of dealing with any dangers along the way.

Golden Village is getting closer and closer. There, not only will wizarding talents be tested, but also the extraordinary world he seeks will be found.

Regardless of whether Luo Kunlun has wizarding talent or not, he will go to the Wizarding Continent.