Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 220 - 004: You have been promoted to a wizard!

Shadow Tower, Lynch Mansion.

"Caw! Caw!"

Two dry screeches ca from outside the window. A raven flapped its wings and slowly landed on Lynch’s windowsill, using its claws to sweep aside the nettles growing wildly over the edge while shouting into the room through its beak:

"Lynch Valen, apprentice, you’ve got registered mail!"

Lynch pushed open the wooden window and took the letter from the raven’s claws. He casually asked, "Thanks, where’s it from?"

The raven responded, "The Putan Kingdom, Frost Cold Town. It’s probably a friend of yours from the Human World."

Sure enough, Lynch noticed the Bayn family crest on the sealing mud.

He said, "Soone from my hotown."

The raven replied, "That’s wonderful, still having people from your hotown. The life of a Transcendent is so long that most apprentices’ parents and relatives fade away into the river of ti, no longer visible. Treasure it."

Lynch nodded, "I will."

"Well then, good luck to you."

The raven flew away.

Lynch turned back and opened the letter to read it. The letter invited him to go back, explaining that Acate had recently purchased a dilapidated estate from a fallen noble. While exploring the estate’s study, he had unexpectedly found a hidden chamber. Within the chamber, he discovered an object suspected to be a Wizard artifact and hoped Lynch could co to appraise it.

"The ancient and mysterious patterns, covered in strange runes, glowing even in the depths of the night..."

"We found it in the hidden chamber, which itself was concealed behind an oil painting..."

The letter was filled with vivid descriptions of how Acate had serendipitously bought the broken-down estate, encountered eerie events while organizing the property, and ultimately uncovered the hidden chamber and its relics. It was so detailed that Lynch couldn’t help but admit that such writing wouldn’t be possible without firsthand experience.

But after finishing, Lynch scoffed.

He knew all the talk about a fallen estate and hidden chamber was nonsense. Acate, that old fox, most likely stumbled upon an Extraordinary Item sowhere, and it was probably already in his possession for quite so ti.

The real purpose of sending the letter was undoubtedly not about asking Lynch to appraise it. More likely, he’d run into trouble and wanted Lynch to help him out—just like what happened with the silver mine the last ti.

That’s just how the nobles are, full of unnecessary theatrics, always beating around the bush instead of speaking plainly.

Lynch tossed the letter aside without care. The letter seed to sprout wings, drifting into the deepest part of the living room before the flas of the crackling fireplace engulfed it, turning it into fuel for the fire.

This fireplace had accompanied Lynch through an entire harsh winter.

He had even laid out a soft carpet and set up a low table beside the fireplace.

After cultivation sessions, he and Avery would sit by the flas, lounging on the carpet, enjoying the warmth of the fire while savoring an assortnt of snacks and sipping a touch of the fairies’ secret brew.

Most of the ti, snow would still be falling outside, its flakes gently drifting down from the sky, piling up on rooftops and filling the courtyard.

They’d head outside for so playful fun—snowball fights, building snown—and once exhausted, they’d return inside, shedding clothes soaked through with snow, bare against each other, wrapped in a blanket by the fire for warmth.

They’d feel ti flowing softly beside them, serene, free from the unease of its passing.

It was truly a comforting enjoynt.

"Click."

At that mont, the sound of a key turning ca from outside the door, and soon, Avery stepped inside.

"I,"

"Am back!"

With cheerful steps, the girl walked up to Lynch, giving him a big, warm hug.

Lynch tilted her chin up and kissed her cheek, then her soft lips, responding with passion, "Welco ho."

"I’ve got good news for you."

"And there’s sothing I need to discuss."

Lynch was about to tell Avery about his advancent to Wizard, but to his surprise, she seed to have sothing to say first.

Lynch replied, "You go first."

Avery nodded and then asked, "Lynch, regarding your ntor, how have you been handling it? Wizard Somda has been missing for five years. As per the Tower’s regulations, he’s automatically lost his status as a ntor. As a Netta Apprentice, you’ll need to find a ntor to take you in."

Lynch asked, puzzled, "Huh? This is a thing?"

He’d been so caught up in advancing to Wizard that he’d entirely overlooked this.

Avery pouted, "Honestly, such an important matter, and you aren’t prepared? Are you planning to get expelled from the Tower? At your age, you’ve already exceeded the limit. Leaving Netta would also an leaving Shadow Land. Don’t you understand?"

Leaving Shadow Land would an the two of them would be separated, and that was what truly upset Avery.

Lynch said, "Sorry, a montary oversight. I’ll start looking tomorrow."

Avery replied, "You’ll be too late."

After a pause, she pulled out a stack of docunts and handed them to Lynch. "I’ve already contacted a few ntors for you. These are wizards who are willing to take you on as their apprentice. Pay special attention to Wizard Ron; he’s particularly eager for you to beco his student."

"If an apprentice successfully advances to Wizard, the ntor also gains a generous reward. Right now, you’re quite the hot commodity to many wizards."

With a playful smile, she added, "It’s just too bad I haven’t advanced to Wizard yet. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be great if you were my apprentice?"

Lynch replied while flipping through the docunts, "No problem. You’ve already been my de facto ntor. I’ve learned invaluable knowledge from you."

Avery was briefly stunned, asking, "What did you say?"

With a sly grin, Lynch responded, "Biological knowledge, of course!"

"You rascal!"

A blush of embarrassnt spread across Avery’s face as she lifted her foot to kick Lynch, only for him to catch it. His hand then mischievously slipped under her clothes, kneading and caressing.

"Stop ssing around."

Avery quickly pushed Lynch away, knowing that if she didn’t, it would be another couple of hours before anything productive got done. Though she didn’t mind, priorities needed to be addressed first.

She hurriedly said, "Let’s handle the serious matters first."

With no choice, Lynch withdrew his hand and focused instead on examining the stack of docunts earnestly.

Truthfully, ntors weren’t so critical to him anymore. After successfully advancing to Wizard, he now stood on the sa level as the Tower’s ntors. The most they offered was the formal title of "ntor."

Still, there was rit in learning. Among three people, one could always be the teacher. Having the opportunity to discuss knowledge and explore academia with other wizards remained quite valuable.

"Hmm?"

At that mont, Lynch noticed a particular row of text in the docunts: "ntor’s teaching scope limited to apprentices."

He asked with a peculiar expression, "What does this an?"

Avery answered matter-of-factly, "Exactly what it says. What’s wrong? The Tower’s ntors are obviously ant to teach apprentices."

"What if an Outer Ring apprentice applies to join the Inner Ring after advancing to Wizard? How would the ntorship work then?"

Avery paused before saying, "Are you kidding?"

"The Tower trains apprentices until age 30. Considering most enter Shadow Land at around age 12, they get 18 years of training."

"Eighteen years to go from starting on the Wizard’s Road to advancing to Official Level Wizard, practically without resources, purely through personal cultivation—that kind of ability is unfathomable."

Looking at Lynch like he was crazy, she asked, "What sort of genius could achieve that? Tell , I’d love to know."

The average ti it took for an apprentice to advance was fifty years. Without resource-intensive thods, fifty years was already average. Advancing in two or three decades ant they were undeniable prodigies.

Avery added, "Those with such talent—Fourth-class or Fifth-class potential—are imdiately taken in by Netta upon their arrival in Shadow Land."

"Which ans your hypothetical scenario doesn’t actually happen."

Lynch thought for a mont.

That... was probably true. Based on the Tower’s operational model, it really was unlikely for an apprentice to advance to Wizard level without a ntor.

"Makes sense."

He nodded, "But there’s always an exception to the rule, isn’t there?"

Avery scoffed, "An exception? Well, go ahead, surprise . No special reason—just genuinely curious to see it."

Lynch replied, "Since you’re so curious, I won’t let you down."

Looking skeptical, Avery wondered where Lynch might conjure such a phenonon.

Before she could figure it out, Lynch raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Snap!"

Accompanying that crisp sound was a surge of unparalleled Spiritual Field emanating from Lynch, bursting outward like an overwhelming mountain pressing down on her. The force made her knees weak and her soul tremble.

It was a kind of pressure—a domination exerted by higher-dinsional life over lower-dinsional existence.

Avery’s eyes widened, her smile completely wiped away.

In disbelief, she exclaid, "You’ve advanced to Wizard!"