I became a god through archaeology in the Wizarding World.

Just as Rhodes was still pondering, a series of heavy and hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by the signature loud voice of Instructor Galon.

"Rhodes! Kid! Are you still alive?"

"I forgot to tell you yesterday, that stuff can't be drunk directly; you have to dilute it and take it slowly!"

"Bang!"

The door was pushed open roughly, and Instructor Galon rushed in without even waiting for Rhodes's reply.

This senior mentor of the bloodline system was holding a bottle of emergency-use "Water of Life" in his hand, clearly prepared for Rhodes to have a severe rejection reaction, or even be paralyzed on one side.

After all, that was the spinal fluid of a second-ringed dragon; even a formal knight wouldn't dare to drink it all at once.

He was afraid that Rod would drink it all up like a reckless fool.

However, when Galon saw Rhodes standing in front of the mirror, calm and composed, his hand holding the potion froze in mid-air.

"you……"

Galon strode up to Rhodes, his cloudy old eyes scanning Rhodes up and down before grabbing Rhodes's wrist.

A gentle yet domineering magical power entered Rhodes' body and traveled along his meridians.

A few seconds later, Galon released his grip, his expression shifting from worry to shock, and finally to an unbelievable ecstasy.

"Perfect absorption?! No rejection? No bone spurs? Not even mental pollution?"

Galon looked at him like he was a monster: "Gods above, just how domineering is your bloodline? That's the gene of an abyssal wyvern! And you digested it like drinking water?"

Rod put on a shirt, covering his muscular upper body, and a perfectly measured, honest smile appeared on his face.

"It really hurt last night, Professor. I felt like I was being ground in a millstone all night. But after waking up, I felt much stronger."

"Increased strength? That's a complete transformation!"

Galon patted Rhodes' shoulder excitedly, with such force that Rhodes would probably have been broken apart in the past, but now he only swayed slightly.

"Excellent! That's fantastic! It seems my earlier assessment was correct; your ancestral bloodline is of an extremely high level, possibly even tracing back to certain mythical species from the First Era!"

Galon came up with a plausible explanation in his own mind, which was exactly what Rhodes wanted to see.

"Now that you've pulled through, the academy should honor the promised reward."

Galon took out a dark red crystal rune from his pocket and solemnly handed it to Rhodes.

"What is this?" Rhode took the rune and sensed the complex spatial fluctuations contained within it.

"Access key to the independent laboratory."

Galon puffed out his chest, a hint of pride in his voice: "According to the academy's regulations, only formal wizards are eligible to apply for independent laboratories. However, given your performance in the assessment, and... cough cough, my slightest bit of pressure, the academy council made an exception and approved my application."

Rhodes' heart skipped a beat.

Independent laboratory!

This means a private property that belongs entirely to him and is protected by college law.

No one, including the instructor, may enter without permission; doing so will be considered an infringement on the wizard's private property and will be subject to severe punishment.

This is exactly what he needs most right now.

"You can choose the tenth floor of the Bloodline Tower. It's full of magic, well-equipped, and close to me, so I can guide you anytime." Galon looked at Rhodes with anticipation.

Rhodes' fingers traced the crystal rune as he rapidly calculated in his mind.

Go to the Bloodline Tower? Absolutely not.

It's crowded and noisy there, and too far from the underground ruins.

What he needed was a pretext to legitimately cover up the underground excavation project.

"Mentor, can I choose the location myself?" Rhodes looked up and asked tentatively.

"Of course, as long as it's an empty area within the academy's boundaries."

Galon was taken aback: "But the Bloodline Tower is already the best location. Where else do you want to go?"

"I want to choose... the basement of the history building."

"ha?"

Galon's eyes widened. "That wretched place? Dark, damp, and devoid of magic, it's got nothing but rats and dust! Rhodes, are you out of your mind?"

"Mentor, as you know, I'm a sentimental person."

Rhodes revealed a sincere yet somewhat stubborn expression: "Moreover, my bloodline power comes from ancestral origins. When I was organizing those ancient artifacts in the history department, I often felt a strange resonance. I feel that in that environment filled with the sedimentation of time, it is more helpful for me to tap into the power deep within my bloodline."

He paused, then added a reason that Galon couldn't refuse: "Besides, I'm currently in the limelight, and that old devil Mortimer is definitely watching me. If I live in the Bloodline Tower, he might be more cautious. But if I hide in the secluded history department basement and never go out, he'll think I'm wasting my time and thus lower his guard."

Galon frowned and pondered for a moment. He had indeed received a lot of news about the power struggles between various factions recently.

Even though he felt that Rhodes' reasoning was a bit far-fetched, the idea of ​​artifact resonance wasn't entirely without merit in the field of bloodline studies.

More importantly, Rhodes's desire for a quiet environment is very much in line with the style of an ascetic wizard.

"Fine, whatever you want."

Galon waved his hand helplessly: "Since you insist, then I'll allocate the history department's basement to you. I'll have the logistics department put up the plaque immediately. But you have to promise me that the equipment inside must be the best, and if you don't have enough money, just tell me!"

"Thank you, mentor! Thank you so much! If you ever need my help in the future, please feel free to come to me." Rhodes bowed deeply, concealing the smile on his lips.

Galon waved his hand and said as he walked out of the room, "This is nothing! I'm just a third-circle bloodline archmage, I don't need any help."

……

That afternoon.

The entrance to the underground warehouse of the History Department building.

The corridor, which was originally filled with clutter, has been cleared away, and the two heavy black iron doors have been reinforced and engraved with complex defensive runes.

Rod stood in front of the gate and personally hung a brand-new bronze plaque on it.

Rod Griffin Independent Lab

[Private property; trespassers will be held responsible for any consequences.]

As the bronze plaque was hung up, a pale red barrier slowly rose, completely sealing off the entire underground entrance.

Professor Isaac stood behind Rhodes, looking at the light screen, his beard trembling with excitement.

"Rhodes... are we really safe now?"

"Temporary, Professor."

Rhodes turned around and looked at the staircase leading into the deeper darkness, his black eyes gleaming with a cold light.

"From this moment on, this is no longer an illegal excavation site, but a private restricted area protected by the academy's laws."

"Even Mortimer, even the Iron Duke, wouldn't dare to force their way in without a search warrant from the Council."

Rod stepped underground, his voice echoing through the empty passageway.

"Now, no one can bother us. Let's go dig that big guy out..."