Full-Time Wizard: Starting with Harvesting Wheat

"Phew—" Roy let out a heavy breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked up at the distant mountains and fields.

It was late spring, and the countryside was covered with newly sprouted grass and trees. The babbling streams in the mountains broke through the ice and flowed out in a joyful murmur.

During the first two months of spring, some farmers would come from afar to borrow farm tools from the manor. Some teenagers who had not yet mastered the breathing technique would simply go to the fields with the farmers.

They were all country boys, adept at farm work, and could catch their breath and escape the frustration of making no progress when they went out to help.

Although Lord Histor did not specify a time limit for learning the breathing technique, they knew that if they could not master it, they would be sent back sooner or later, and this period of time would be wasted.

The instructors tried their best to explain the key points of breathing techniques to them, but if it were so easy to learn, breathing techniques would have spread widely long ago.

These are all exceptionally bright teenagers from their respective towns, and even they struggle so much with learning; one can only imagine the despair of the others.

Fortunately, Roy doesn't have to face this kind of despair.

A light rain had just fallen, and the mountain air was filled with the fragrance of wildflowers, like fiery red spreading across a painting.

Roy dropped the stone and felt his physique and strength increase once again, reaching the limit of the stone in front of him.

During this period, through constant moving and finding stones, his attributes increased rapidly, along with his proficiency in reducing energy consumption.

As a passive ability, energy consumption reduction operates most frequently during strenuous exercise; similarly, its evolution is also fastest in this state.

If previously 50% of the wasted energy could be utilized, now it's 80%.

Even if he were to fast, he could easily last for two months.

"Finally, I don't have to look for stones anymore."

Roy pushed open the door and entered. The air inside was just as fresh as outside, but the temperature was completely different. A slight warmth instantly entered his nostrils.

Soraya was writing something on a piece of white paper—a type of paper unheard of in the Middle Ages, but the cheapest in the wizarding world. It was said that higher-grade paper not only wrote smoothly but also had a long-lasting cleaning spell; any stains, unless extremely difficult to remove, would be quickly cleaned.

In addition, the paper was exceptionally tough; even ordinary servants could hardly tear it apart with force.

It's even more like kraft paper than kraft paper itself.

"Teacher, I'm ready." Roy slowly bent his knees, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully.

"Wait a minute." Soraya didn't even look up, continuing to write furiously. Roy knew that her bloodline implantation experiments had recently progressed to the human stage, but for some reason, while a single white mouse in Algier could withstand the bloodline implantation, those humans would have their minds destroyed and ultimately become vegetative.

—At the moment of implantation, a mental fluctuation emanated from the person, and they even felt as if their spirit was being torn apart…

Soraya muttered to herself.

The biggest difference between humans and white rats is actually their mental strength. White rats have almost no intelligence, so their mental strength is extremely poor, while humans have much higher mental strength than white rats. Does this mean that creatures with higher mental strength are less likely to accept this kind of implant?

—In that case, it would be even more impossible for a wizard.

She had originally planned to implant this bloodline that could enhance intelligence into the wizards, but now it seemed that it could easily cause their mental death.

—Never mind, let's put it aside for now.

She raised her head and stared at Roy, who was kneeling on the ground.

This guy, who used to seem respectful to her, actually wanted nothing more than to ride on her. It was really incongruous that such a twisted personality could be born in a boy who had just turned 14.

But this time, he knelt down with genuine reverence to show his respect.

—I cannot guarantee your life.

Soraya stood up from her chair, her face serious.

Even after undergoing the body tempering with poison and Ottom's cleansing, Roy's physical improvement rate far exceeded her expectations.

"10, 10, 2." With just a glance, she reported Roy's strength, physique, and spirit. The first two had reached the limit of a servant; the next step was to advance to a knight and step into the extraordinary realm.

However, to ascend to the extraordinary, one needs to gather the seed of life in a desperate situation, and the definition of this "desperate situation" lies in the human heart.

Even a small mound of earth half a meter high can become a breakthrough opportunity if the person believes it to be a dead end.

Of course, Roy was very brave and meticulous. For him, even a cliff hundreds of feet high was not a dead end. He might even be lucky enough to be caught by a tree branch if he fell.

Therefore, in order to achieve this desperate situation, Soraya had to help him with a bombshell.

—The following extreme situation experiment is my original work. I can only guarantee that it will push you into the most dangerous situation, but I cannot be sure whether you can survive it.

She paused, then continued.

If you fail, I can't save you.

Soraya recited the experimental procedure as if it were a script.

Actually, what's described above as a process is more like the conditions that the experiment must meet.

Roy nodded. He had no say in the design this time, because Soraya was going to use the bloodline ability she had obtained from the supernatural creature to help him create a desperate situation.

Design: Soraya.

Execution: Soraya.

If there is even the slightest mistake, he will be buried in this manor.

This is one of the reasons why he was willing to kneel down.

On the other hand, Soraya had been his teacher for several months and had treated him and Karazhan quite well.

—The first step is to lock you up with special chains, rendering you unable to move and even suppressing the flow of your vital energy. These chains will only unlock automatically when they detect the birth of a life seed within you.

Soraya began to explain how the Desperate Situation was created.

—Next, I will launch a mental bullet. Don't doubt it, once my mental bullet touches you, you absolutely cannot withstand it. You will become a vegetable as your mind goes blank.

—In addition, since you can't move, the oppressive feeling of this mental bullet should be no less than that of the Grim Reaper's scythe.

—Of course, I will give the mental bullet "color" so that you can see it and clearly perceive its approach, which will deepen your fear and increase the probability of condensing the seed of life.

She looked at Roy with an expression that said, "I've thought of everything."

Roy stood up, puzzled. "If it's a mental projectile, it'll hit me in an instant, right? Does that mean the speed of the mental projectile can be controlled?"

--sure.

Soraya nodded.

Precisely controlling the intensity and trajectory of released mental energy is a required course for any wizard apprentice. I can adjust the initial velocity of a mental projectile to a precise value, and since it does not exist in the physical world, it is not affected by air friction. In other words, its speed is kept constant, which is quite convenient.

There are three ways to counter a mental bullet. First, its strength decreases with distance, so simply stay far away. Second, use something that can interfere with mental energy to wear down the mental bullet mid-flight. Third, rely solely on your own mental energy to withstand the mental bullet.

Unfortunately, you can't do any of these three solutions. You only have one chance: to break through the Knight's defenses before the mental bullet hits you.

—That concludes my explanation. If you have any further questions, please feel free to ask.

As Soraya spoke, Karazhan listened with trepidation, as if standing on the edge of an abyss, his forehead dripping with more sweat than Roy's.

"Roy... how about we try again in a few days? I think it's too dangerous..." Karazhan shouted, trying to dissuade him.

"It's not like you're the one breaking through, why are you so nervous?" Roy rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. With the supply of Lothlion blood, Karazhan's progress was also fast, but he was clearly still far behind Roy.

However, he doesn't have a bloodline deficiency and can live a long time. There's no need for him to use poison to refine his body like Roy. He can improve his physique by becoming a bloodline wizard and undergoing bloodline fusion.

As for whether or not to break through to the Knight level in the future, that's entirely up to a single decision.

Then, Roy turned to Soraya and said firmly, "Teacher, I'm ready. Let's get started."

Soraya didn't waste any more words. With a flick of her slender, fair fingers, the dark red chains on the table were activated with a buzzing sound. They instantly wrapped around Roy's limbs and torso, finally locking tightly around his chest.

Roy struggled, and it was indeed incredibly tight.

The chains seemed to dig directly into the flesh, restricting not only movement but also sluggish and congested the flow of qi and blood within the body.

He tried practicing the Lion Breathing Technique, and that familiar warm current rose within his body.

Soraya slowly retreated to a distance of three meters from Roy, her expression calm, even somewhat cold.

She extended her right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Roy's forehead. There were no incantations, no violent energy fluctuations.

A highly refined red light emerged from between her brows, aimed at her outstretched palm, and shot out fiercely!

At the same time, a skull shape suddenly appeared on the surface of the red light, gnashing its teeth and revealing a fierce expression.

Is this... for real?

So the "colors" you mentioned were referring to skulls!

Roy scrutinized Soraya and noticed that she turned her head slightly away, not daring to look him in the eye.

Damn it, you think skulls are scary? Can you put some pressure on me?

However, it must be said that the mental pressure emanating from that skull was even more terrifying than being in the deep sea at a depth of 10,000 meters, causing Roy's face to darken for once.

Karazhan retreated in fear, backing straight to the doorway.

Time seemed to stretch out.

Visually, the skeleton was slowly advancing, but on a psychological level, the devastating mental impact showed no signs of abating; in fact, it became even more ferocious as the distance closed. The shadow of death, like a tangible iceberg, pressed down heavily.

Roy desperately activated his breathing technique, trying to ignite that elusive flame of life!

[Performance Standard: 88.8%]

89.2%

89.3%

89.4%

The skull kept closing in, two meters, one and a half meters, and then one meter.

The red light emanating from the skull, carrying a hint of heat, sprayed onto his face.

Roy methodically channeled the vast life energy within his body, attempting to condense it into the smallest possible seed. However, the energy gathered like flowing water, only to disperse again.

Seeing the skull so close, he finally frowned slightly.

Even though his mental attributes were several levels higher than those of ordinary people, he didn't think he could withstand Soraya's mental attack.

This is the condensed spiritual power of a wizard's apprentice!

He recalled the surge of heat within his body each time he practiced the breathing technique, and how his repeated attempts had proven so pale and powerless.

failure!

failure!

Another failure!

In the endless cycle of failure, the skull closed to within half a meter.

The atmosphere was extremely tense at one point.

Seeing this, Soraya frowned almost imperceptibly.

She believed that the environment she had created was already quite good, perfectly meeting the needs of a desperate situation.

If it were anyone else, even an eighty-year-old veteran knight who had been through countless battles, they would feel a strong sense of threat and be driven by a fierce will to survive.

But this guy...

Although you could sense his apprehension about the skull, he seemed... to maintain an extremely calm demeanor.

Calmness may be a good quality when doing other things, but it is clearly not the right thing to do at this critical juncture.

The reason for creating a desperate situation is to make you feel an extreme sense of urgency, or even despair!

—Wasn't the stuff I used ruthless enough?

Soraya hesitated for a moment. Half a meter away was already outside the safe zone. Even if Roy unlocked the chains now, there was no guarantee he wouldn't be hit by the mental bullet.

This is the last chance to add more shock value.

When Roy and Karazhan first visited her cabin, she used an ability to lower Roy's guard.

That ability is actually a derivative application of electrical signals.

First, adjust the current to a frequency similar to human brain waves to avoid nerve damage caused by excessive current. Then, provide continuous current stimulation to the threat perception center in the brain to reduce its activity, just like reducing the sensitivity of an alarm.

The opponent's defenses will be weakened as a result, making them easier to approach.

Conversely, it is also acceptable to use it to adjust one's senses and achieve the effect of instilling fear.

—I didn't originally want to use this.

Soraya said with a hint of complaint.

Just as she was about to unleash the electric current, Roy's expression changed.

He first took a deep breath, and the calmness on his face was instantly replaced by panic—it wasn't an act, it was genuine panic!

Then, under the relentless pressure from the skull, the panic instantly turned into utter despair!

--Um?

Soraya was a little confused.

This rapid transformation looked like acting, but she could roughly sense the other person's emotions. It really did take a short time to go from calm to panic, and then to despair!

If you can do it, why not do it sooner?

As Soraya cursed, Karazhan covered his eyes with his hands, unable to bear watching any longer.

"...Brother, after you're gone, I'll take good care of your family... um... and bury you properly in the ground."

At that moment, Roy knelt on one knee, his entire body steaming with white vapor. Deep within his chest, a brilliant seed of life was taking shape, releasing astonishing heat with every heartbeat.

The chains absorbed the energy released from the formation of the life seed, and surprisingly, they began to melt from the end, like a candle being baked by the temperature.

"Damn!?" Karazhan finally glimpsed the scene through the gap between his fingers, paused for a moment, and then cursed.

It's done!?