Wizard: I have ten trillion nanomachines

When it was Luo Kunlun's turn to step forward, a murmur arose in the square, and countless puzzled and curious gazes focused on him.

"This man looks to be in his mid-twenties, right? Why is he here to participate in the talent test?" Someone frowned, their tone full of doubt.

"Look at his ordinary clothes, he doesn't seem like a noble's son. He's probably just a guard for some nobleman, thinking he's lucky just because he's tall." Another person sneered, his tone tinged with contempt.

"It's not that easy! Wizarding talent is extremely rare. Many of us have come for the second or third time and have long given up hope. For an older person like him to come and make up the numbers is a complete waste of time."

Discussions rose and fell, and everyone's opinion was surprisingly consistent.

Wizarding talent is one in ten thousand; the vast majority of people on the continent remain mortals throughout their lives.

Moreover, wizards' time is precious, and when there are too many people to test, they will always prioritize eliminating the elderly.

After all, older people have far less lifespan and room for growth than young people, so even if they have talent, their value is greatly reduced, unless they have top-tier talent like Wu Ke.

Luo Kunlun ignored this and walked steadily onto the platform. Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, he placed his right hand on the crystal ball.

The square fell silent instantly. Even those who had been mocking the crowd held their breath, a hint of anticipation rising in their hearts.

What if a miracle really happens?

Time passed second by second, but the crystal ball remained clear and transparent, without the slightest mist or radiance, just as it had when those without talent were tested before.

Half a minute later, the white-haired old wizard Meda withdrew his gaze and said in a calm tone, "No talent, young man, go down."

"Tch, I knew it, there's no miracle here."

"What a waste of time. I thought there would be some surprise."

"Is he some nouveau riche who got rich by sheer luck? Does he really think talent can be won over by chance?"

The mocking and disappointed whispers rose again, but Luo Kunlun paid no attention. He calmly withdrew his hand, turned and walked down from the platform, his expression indifferent as if he had just done something insignificant.

There was no disappointment, no regret.

For him, this test was simply a way to get a definitive answer.

Given Luo Kunlun's current state of mind, how could he possibly be affected by such a trivial matter?

Moreover, whether or not he has wizarding talent, it cannot change his determination to go to the Wizarding Continent.

The testing continued until sunset, when the square was bathed in the glow of the setting sun, finally marking its end.

Apart from the appearance of another fifth-level talent midway through, there were no other surprises.

Even so, the old wizard Meda and the remaining two remained in high spirits.

Wu Ke, with his third-class talent alone, is enough to earn them a generous reward upon their return. This trip to the Volo Continent has already exceeded expectations.

Seven people, plus the previous continent, make a total of twenty talented individuals, which is enough.

Next comes the most crucial part of the Golden Manor's journey: making a request to the wizard.

The nobles brought out their prepared "bargains," including exotic plants collected from the depths of their territories and deep forests, rare minerals, and materials obtained from hunting magical beasts.

They lined up and told their grievances to the three wizard apprentices on the platform.

Some people desire greater power and hope to obtain the wizard's enhancement potion.

Someone wanted to expand their territory and prayed to a wizard for help.

Some people, however, were attracted by beauty and hoped that the wizard could find them a woman of unparalleled beauty.

But what most people seek is "youth".

However, the price of this youth is extremely high. Wizards only accept one type of black stone as a trade, and this stone is extremely rare on the continent.

Even if you pay enough special black stones, you can only make someone three to five years younger at most, and the younger the person, the better the effect.

For elderly people in their sixties or seventies, the effects of the medicine are almost negligible.

Even so, countless nobles still flocked to it.

For them, the prospect of regaining a few years of youth and enjoying a few more years of wealth and luxury is an immense temptation.

Ultimately, who wouldn't want to live a few more years and have a few more years of youthful vigor?

On the high platform, the red-haired youth, Daron, looked at the nobles who were willing to spend lavishly for a few years of youth, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He sneered inwardly, "Mortals, how foolish. It's just some diluted life-restoring potion, yet it drives them so crazy."

He tapped the stone table lightly with his fingertips, thinking to himself, "Besides, what use is a young body? What truly determines lifespan and social standing is the soul."

The burly Blood Fist and the old wizard Meda were already used to this. They accepted the treasures offered by the nobles with expressionless faces, casually tossed them into the bags behind them, and then took out the corresponding items and threw them to the other party. The whole process was like trading goods, without any waves.

As night deepened, the lights in the square shone even brighter, and people's spirits remained high as trading continued.

"Sir, I want to go to the Wizarding Continent." Luo Kunlun's tone was calm, without the slightest flattery or hesitation.

Meda raised her cloudy eyes and said, "Okay."

"But not just anyone can go to the Wizarding Continent. Since you're not among the gifted, we'll have to see what you can offer that's substantial enough."

Dalang and Blood Fist looked at Luo Kunlun. This person seemed to be the one who had gone on stage in his twenties before, but they didn't remember him.

He's just an ordinary person. Although he's somewhat strong, what is there for them to care about?

However, they did not expect that Luo Kunlun would actually dare to make a request to go to the Wizarding Continent.

What can an ordinary person with no talent offer? What good will it do them even if they go there?

Without wasting any words, Luo Kunlun produced a jet-black ring that appeared in his hand.

As soon as the ring appeared, a faint magical energy fluctuation spread across the platform. Although weak, it was definitely present.

It was the unique aura of a witch's artifact.

"Is this a witchcraft artifact?" Meda's eyes sharpened instantly, but only for a moment.

It was just a simple magical artifact, nothing special to him, a mid-level apprentice who was almost at the advanced level.

Only a wild wizard without a specific school of thought would treasure it.

However, there are clearly no people on the continent of Walker who can create magical artifacts.

"Where did you get it?"

"I obtained it by chance," Luo Kunlun replied neither humbly nor arrogantly. "I wonder if this ring is valuable enough?"

"Of course it's enough. Although it's just a small gadget, it's still a magical artifact and has its own value."

"I can reserve a spot for you at the bottom of the ship, but let me give you a piece of advice: you have no talent, so going to the Wizarding Continent will be useless to you."

"For ordinary people without talent who want to walk the path of the extraordinary, they either need to have their bloodline transplanted to become bloodline beings, or they need to obtain an enlightenment potion."

"The latter's main ingredient is Spirit Water, which is an aid in breaking through to become a formal wizard. As for the former, if you are a Grand Knight above the High Knight level, you might have a chance."

Are you sure you still want to go?

"I'm sure," Luo Kunlun said firmly.

"In that case, you will board the ship with them in three days."

After saying that, Meda took the ring from Luo Kunlun's palm and stopped looking at him.

He's just an unwilling mortal; it's none of his business how he is treated.