Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 262 - 013: Mutual Aid

Saladin Kingdom, Royal Capital, Dawn.

Scarlet sunlight climbed over the crumbling city walls, spilling into the devastated city. After a night of slaughter, the city now revealed its desolation to the world.

The streets were a ss, with ruins and rubble everywhere. Collapsed stone fragnts and charred wooden beams from the fires of destruction teetered precariously in the morning breeze.

Bodies lay scattered on the ground, twisted and lifeless—n, won, the elderly, children.

In the chaos of last night’s battle, the rebels breached the Royal Palace, were repulsed by the guards, only to attack again. Both sides engaged in a tug-of-war, their bloody conflict spreading beyond the palace walls into the city and eventually into the common people’s hos.

The powerless elderly, won, and children were dragged from their dreams into the battlefield, ending up as corpses without knowing why or how.

The eyes of the survivors brimd with fear and confusion. Children clung tightly to their parents, afraid to make a sound. Nearby, elders sat in silence with tears streaming down their faces.

"Mama! Mama!"

"Waaah! Mama, where are you?"

"My eyes hurt so much, Mama."

Desperate cries echoed through the streets as a little girl, no older than four or five, wandered aimlessly in search of her mother.

Her eyes were bleeding, injured by the chaos, leaving her blind.

Because of this, the little girl tirelessly searching for her mother had no way of knowing—the woman lay no more than five ters away from her, sprawled on the ground with a gaping wound in her neck, unable to respond.

The girl stumbled about blindly, falling and picking herself up over and over, her voice hoarse from crying.

"Clop-clop-clop!"

At that mont, the sound of urgent hoofbeats rang out—a soldier delivering military orders was galloping straight toward her, while the blind little girl unknowingly stepped into the middle of the road.

The streets were crowded with people, but they were all devastated and dazed by the brutal war, lost in their own grief, unable to pay attention to the little girl.

The tragedy seed inevitable; however, just then, a hand reached out and grabbed the girl, pulling her away from the center of the road.

It was an elderly man dressed in an immaculate white robe, a tall golden coronet on his head, emanating an aura of holiness.

This was a priest of the Freemasonry Church.

Behind him trailed a group of young nuns carrying food, fresh water, and dicinal herbs. They dispersed into the crowd, offering bandages and treatnt to the injured.

The priest spoke with compassion: "Poor souls, amidst this devastation, I see your sorrow, I see your suffering. The shadow of war is far too heavy, and such cruelty should never be yours to bear..."

"But take heart, the Father has never forgotten you. He has summoned here to offer you solace. Do not be afraid, do not despair. Have faith, for suffering will one day pass. The Father’s light will reach this place, lifting us from the ruins and restoring the peace we once knew."

His voice was soft but profoundly moving, a glimr of light piercing the darkness, awakening the numbed spirits of the people at this cruel mont.

"Waaah!"

"Father, please save us!"

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Shadow Tower, Lynch Mansion.

"Achoo! ~"

Yawning, Lynch rubbed his drowsy eyes as he climbed out of his bed, his mind still lingering on his departure from the banquet hall the previous night.

The Father?

To be honest, when Wizard Ack first ntioned this term, Lynch was startled.

He had thought it was so sort of abstract deity limited to the Human World. How did this concept end up spreading into the Wizard World? A church promoting faith within the Wizard World—this was certainly bizarre.

"Hah... hah... I’ll think about it."

Joining was a possibility, but Lynch had little affection for this church that seed to have appeared out of thin air, especially as he was already planning to leave the area. Whether or not he joined was of little consequence.

Wizard Ack soon departed.

Watching Ack’s retreating figure, Lynch furrowed his brows unconsciously.

Sothing felt off. He couldn’t shake the suspicion that this Freemasonry Church had hidden motives that weren’t entirely pure.

Was it prejudice? Or his Sixth Sense?

Lynch wasn’t sure.

"Forget it, it has nothing to do with anyway. Why bother overthinking?"

Shaking his head, Lynch pushed the tangled thoughts out of his mind and focused on more pertinent matters.

He got out of bed, washed up, and dressed ticulously.

Soon after, Lynch stepped into the Cultivation Room to begin his daily training routine.

[Deep ditation Proficiency 1]

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[Third Gear Structure Details Proficiency 18]

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[High-level Extraordinary Cultivation Proficiency 26]

ditation, reading, experintation.

Upon reaching the Wizard Level, spiritual power was no longer the limiting factor for apprentice cultivation. With hundreds of Spirit Attributes generating ample spiritual power, there was almost no way to exhaust it through pure cultivation, unlike the apprentice period where every scrap had to be ticulously allocated.

Even if he completely drained his spiritual power, recovery was simply a matter of using a bottle of Magic Potion. Although the price of several hundred Magic Stones was astronomical for an apprentice, it amounted to no more than the cost of a al for a Wizard.

Of course, Lynch rarely resorted to Magic Potions or other materials to replenish his spiritual power, as he had a more economical and convenient thod.

Knight Training.

The restorative effects of the Knight Breathing thod on spiritual power increased with the Breathing Technique Level, and at its max level, its efficiency was comparable to Magic Potions, without the concern for side effects—far more practical than potions.

For this reason, even though the Breathing thod could no longer advance in skill level, Lynch still took it out to practice from ti to ti.

Not only did it help restore spiritual power, but it also trained his swordsmanship.

Over the years, Lynch had traveled across the Seven Kingdoms, visiting swordmasters of all sorts and collecting a myriad of sword techniques, including so offering a mastery level equal to Direct Death Without Advance. These techniques were integrated into his system.

Lynch had always planned to combine swordsmanship and magic to create a powerful spell—a feat that would require exceptional swordsmanship.

Before long, Lynch finished his morning schedule, but this didn’t an his training was over.

After breakfast, he imdiately began his mid-morning schedule.

Typically, at this hour, Lynch would study books brought back from the Magic Power Alchemy Research Institute or delve into the knowledge left behind in the Ti Hut by Wizard Somda.

But today, Lynch decided to switch things up and try sothing new—

Magic.

Sitting at his desk, Lynch retrieved a scroll gifted to him last night by Wizard Ron from his Space Ring.

"Blood and Fire Hymn."

Tracing the scroll’s ornate text with his fingertips, Lynch slowly unrolled it...