Lynn observed the scene and roughly guessed how he might have ended up here.
The hole was like a whirlpool beneath the water’s surface—seemingly harmless from the surface, but in fact capable of pulling any passing fish into its depths.
Was it possible that he had been captured by this very hole when he returned to Demon City through the circle?
This seemed to be the only plausible explanation. This was the common point between Lynn and this demon.
It seemed unlikely that the hole merely captured random lucky individuals from the Abyss.
With so many demons in the Abyss, if the capture relied solely on chance, most of those drawn in would likely be low-level demons.
The only common factor Lynn could think of between himself and this demon was spatial.
High-level demons often possessed a universal ability—Flicker.
This was a talent that many demons became renowned for. Demons with this ability were also among the rare few in the Abyss, mostly high-level, which matched the filtering criteria for such a trap.
“Hey, why is it this kind of guy again?” The bearded man’s dissatisfaction with the catch was evident. He had hoped for a high-level demon, such as a shadow demon or flame demon, which were more sought after in the market.
“I’ll take you back,” Harin offered, turning his attention to Lynn. “You’ve made impressive progress. Your mental strength is up to standard now. Focus on your studies for the time being. The outside world is currently unstable, so you should concentrate on your learning.”
“What’s happening?”
“It’s nothing major, but it’s not something that concerns you directly,” Harin explained. “It’s just that our enemies have stirred up another conflict, and it seems to be targeting us specifically.”
The man who was squatting on the side dissecting the dual-scythe slayer demon laughed wantonly. “Haha! Once our research is complete, we’ll show those gods what’s what!”
“By the way, teacher Harin,” Lynn suddenly turned to ask.
Harin tilted his head slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve heard that you are a throne wizard?” Lynn inquired.
“Oh, you’re talking about that thing,” Harin said after a brief pause. “You should be approaching the point where you need to decide your future path as a wizard. I assume you haven’t yet explored the library’s collection.”
“There’s no harm in telling you now. Let me give you a brief overview.”
Harin extended both his left and right hands.
From his left palm, a swirling mass of blood mist began to coalesce into a spherical shape, floating gently above his hand. On the right hand, a similar mist started to form, but this one was gradually solidifying. As it did, vibrant, multicolored energies merged with it, akin to adding various seasonings to a dish.
Eventually, the blood mist coalesced in his left hand, forming a dense, swirling mass in his palm. Meanwhile, his right hand also held a semi-transparent, red, solidified jelly. Inside the jelly, various color patches swirled about, and curiously, a piece of steel reinforcement had been embedded within it at some unknown point by Harin.
“I understand,” Lynn nodded in agreement.
After a moment’s pause, Harin asked, “Do you know Maybetessa?”
“I know, but I’m not very familiar with her.” Lynn paused and said.
“She wants to persuade you to use a biological entity as the core structure of your wizard tower?” Harin asked.
Lynn was taken aback, not expecting Harin to bring up such a question.
Seeing Lynn’s puzzled expression, Harin fell silent for a moment, realizing he might have said too much.
“Hey, wait a minute. What’s the problem with using a biological entity as the core of a wizard tower?” Lynn’s curiosity was piqued, and he quickly asked as he saw Harin trying to avoid the topic.
“It’s nothing.”
“Hey, Harin, that’s not cool. If your mentor won’t tell you, I will,” the bearded man interjected, eager to stir the pot.
“Ford,” Harin’s gaze grew cold, hinting at a dangerous edge.
Ford, the man in question, cleared his throat. “I think it’s better to let him know. What if he actually chooses that path?”
“It’s merely a difference in philosophy,” Harin said after a pause. “In my opinion, it doesn’t matter much. His path is for him to discover and walk on his own. As predecessors, we shouldn’t impose our views on them. We should simply present the knowledge without personal bias, and it’s up to them to discern and choose.”
“You’re too detached. Why doesn’t it matter? Listen carefully, kid. You should absolutely avoid using biological entities as the core of your wizard tower. Most wizards who go down that path all end up going insane!” Ford persuaded.
All went insane!?
Lynn caught the loophole in the words. Most, which suggested that not all wizards went insane.
He recalled Lady Maybetessa, whom he had met. She seemed quite sane.
“Back in the previous era, that is, the fifth wizard era, biological wizard towers were all the rage. But why don’t we basically see them in this era? It’s precisely because they are too dangerous,” Ford explained, shaking his head.
“That era was characterized by rampant biological transformations, bloodline transplants, and blood and flesh fusions. It was one of the craziest periods in wizard history,” Ford continued. “It’s said that our wizard civilization almost faced total destruction because of it.”
“That’s just historical accounts. The truth may not be as dire as described. Just because it’s written in books doesn’t mean it’s the whole truth. The real facts require personal investigation,” Harin said.
“So, I won’t advise you on which choice to make. The path of a wizard is one you must forge yourself,” Harin added.
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