Chapter 306: 019: Distinguished guest from Fran
Seren was a Transcendent from Fran, achieving the rank of High-level Apprentice in his thirtiesâa level of excellence even within the Wizard World.
However, in that competitive Witch Domain brimming with monsters and geniuses, he was merely average.
To make matters worse, the Wizard Tower that trained him was only a Second-class Wizard Tower. After leaving, Seren found himself utterly uncompetitive within the Witch Domain, relegated to organizing dusty Magic Books at the library, earning less than 3,000 Magic Coins per monthâfeeling no better than livestock.
Seren wasnât someone who would settle for mediocrity. After all, a 3,000 Magic Coins job wasnât anything special, so he kicked his Wizard Organization aside, determined to make his way in the world.
Only after stepping out of the tower did he realize the harshness of reality. After thousands of years of âsurvival of the fittestâ development, this civilization was as competitive as it could get. Talents were everywhereâpeople smarter, more capable, and vastly more experienced than him. Seren was no more than an amateur thrown into the crucible of the world.
At one point, he couldnât even find a Wizard Organization to take him in. During his lowest moment, he resorted to flying a broomstick, delivering magic parcels⊠At that time, Seren suddenly felt his library administrator job, which included all cultivation resources for a monthly salary of 3,000, wasnât so bad after allâŠ
But misfortune doesnât blanket anyone forever; fortune turns its wheel eventually.
Just as Seren was about to despair, a former apprentice from the same Wizard Tower introduced him to a money-making opportunityâtrade connections with the Jade Land Witch Domain and profiting in the process.
Initially, Seren hesitated. He had grown up hearing tales of how dangerous the world was. They simply happened to live in a peaceful Witch Domain; beyond its borders, survival wasnât even guaranteed.
Let alone Jade Landâit was universally known as a chaotic land, the infamous Black Witch Domain, a dark region where killing was second nature, and cannibalism commonplace.
But he couldnât resist the repeated persuasion of his former classmate, coupled with his recent failure to secure higher-level Wizard Tower training slots. Hesitant yet hopeful, Seren decided to give it a try, taking a Flying Aircraft to scout the area.
At first, he was nervousâno, even now, he remains on edge.
War, slaughter, chaos!
Scenes that Seren previously only saw in Dream Weaver Wizardsâ illusions were now an everyday reality hereârape, arson, plunder, and carnage. Horrific images assaulted Serenâs senses constantly, upending his worldview.
But as the saying goes, the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
Through an acquaintanceâs referral, his first partnership allowed him to smoothly transport back a batch of rare Moonlight Ore, earning him a whopping 100,000 Magic Coins in one goâit felt surreal, almost like a dream.
The success of this venture bolstered Serenâs courage. He subsequently engaged in more partnerships, each yielding profits ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, as if he were picking up money left and right.
Within a few short months, Seren accumulated wealth he previously couldnât have hoped for even in decades or centuries of strict saving. To his delight, he also broke through long-stagnant barriers, successfully advancing to Wizard Level.
Seeing how lucrative these operations were, and especially after befriending a prominent figure of Jade Landâa genuine Witch Master with their own Wizard Tower and resource landsâ
Seren decided to go big or go home, confidently pouring all his earned Magic Coins plus an additional massive loan he could never repay in ten lifetimes, determined to scale up and make his mark.
Seren had calculatedâafter pulling off this deal, heâd achieve financial freedom. Those former classmates who once looked down on him would have no choice but to grovel at his boots. The Witches who once ignored him? Theyâd be kneeling before him, biting at his feet.
Ah!
Thatâs the life of a god among gods!
Just envisioning these glorious scenes, Seren felt electrified, so excited he couldnât sleep at night. Over the past few days, all the absurd tropes from Minstrelsâ embellished tales had reenacted themselves no less than hundreds of times in his mind.
UntilâŠ
âWhy donât you just go die?â That voice sounded like a nightmarish whisper.
Seren then watched, in horror, as the partner he had pinned his hopes onâinvesting everything he owned and staking the entirety of his futureâwalked to the table, removed the Cross Sword hanging on the wall, unsheathed it, and slit his own throat in one fluid motion.
âGurgle!â
The lone head rolled to the floor, blood gushing out and staining the ground crimson in an instant.
Everything happened so abruptly that Seren didnât process it until that moment.
âOh my god!â
He scrambled forward, immediately taking out his Magic Wand from his Space Ring. He shook the wand, chanting Spells over Tristanâs decapitated body with trembling, teary desperation.
But it was futile.
Tristan, having advanced not long ago, hadnât yet mastered techniques to preserve his soul. Once biological functions ceased, his soul began disintegrating under the rule of universal will. Unless a Wizard specializing in life and healing magic cast a Secret Skill-level healing Spell in time, Serenâs amateur skills couldnât do a thing.
As Tristanâs soul dissipated before his eyes, Seren felt a deafening buzz in his headâa thought arose almost instantlyâ
Itâs over!
âAHHHHH!!!!â
He screamed, turning around, his bloodshot eyes bulging as he glared at the silver-haired youth who had appeared out of nowhere: âWhat have you done!!! You damned bastard, look at what youâve done!!!â
In the grip of extreme rage, Seren failed to consider his current situation. He didnât stop to wonder what sort of power could compel a Wizard-level Tristan to commit suicide with a mere word.
Not until those gray eyes turned to him, and an overwhelming spiritual force field enveloped him.
Seren snapped awake instantly.
At last, he rememberedâhe was standing in a lawless, unregulated Black Witch Domain, where chaos and slaughter ruled unchecked.
And this vast spiritual force field immediately revealed the identity of the massacre-bringerâ
Secret Skill!
It could only be Secret Skill!
All his rage dissipated like retreating tides. Serenâs body shook three times, his fat rippling. His legs buckled, and summoning all his strength, he sank to his knees immediately, shouting without hesitation:
âMercy, Daddy!â
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