stjorthotic Chapter 100: Saving the Girl and "The First Person in Aikar"!
Chapter 100: Saving the Girl and "The First Person in Aikar"!
Chapter 101 Rescuing the Girl and "The First Person in Aikar"!
The cold table reflected a dim light, illuminating Hick's furrowed brow.
His fingertips traced the heavy catalogue, making a rustling sound that was particularly clear in the empty hall.
Conventional treatments are ineffective for Ginny, but she can try something unconventional!
He opened the manuals his mentor had left behind once again.
Sure enough, the mentor had also considered body modification.
They attempted to forcibly reverse Ginny's fragile fate using inhuman force.
but--
Ginny's immune system is more fragile than the finest crystal.
Even a minor cold could kill her, let alone the kind of forbidden modification that tears flesh and blood apart and reshapes life.
As for the fusion liquid—
That thing was essentially made from Ginny's own blood.
Expecting it to fight off rejection? That's a complete joke!
No wonder the fusion fluid's iteration rate was astonishingly fast during the years the mentor spent in the wizard's tower—
No wonder her mentor was so determined to cure her; the value of that treatment is immeasurable!
"Immunity—damn immunity!"
Hick scratched his head in frustration, his gaze fixed on the catalog, his fingers flying faster and faster.
The cold, metallic edges of the book pages almost scratched his skin.
"We must find a breakthrough! Even the wildest case has to offer some hope!"
He thought through gritted teeth.
As long as an experiment is feasible, accumulate experiment points and you will succeed!
If he can save Ginny, he can act more boldly, and the consumption of those experiment points will be greatly reduced.
Ginny's recovery means a highly efficient, stable, and possibly even custom-designed "points reduction tool".
This temptation was enough to make him take the risk.
The only sounds in the laboratory were his rapid breathing and the rustling of pages turning.
While Hick buried himself in books, searching for that faint glimmer of hope, the Aikar region was in complete uproar.
The tower master of the Eternal Tower, Carrot, Elder Wenzhi, Harris of the Rael family and his elite clansmen, plus five second-level wizards including Hobi, and twenty-five formal wizards—this once-luxurious wizarding group was wiped out without a sound!
Not even a decent clue or trace was left!
This news was like a meteorite falling into the sea, instantly creating a huge wave.
Especially during this sensitive period, various wizarding factions are gathering together for an exchange meeting.
Panic spread like a plague.
In taverns, at markets, and on clandestine magical communication networks, everyone was whispering:
"Have you heard? Those ruthless bastards from the Tower of Eternity have all fallen!"
"Who did this? This commotion—is another battle between good and evil about to begin?"
"That doesn't seem likely; there wasn't a single sign! Lord Carrot didn't utter a single word when he went out!"
That's exactly the problem.
To maintain secrecy, Carrot moved about mysteriously, and even inside the Tower of Eternity, few people knew where they went or what they were doing.
Now everyone is dead, and the trail has gone cold.
The Tower of Eternity, like a headless fly, could only hastily issue a huge bounty, trying to scavenge a clue from the vast sea of people.
However, those who are observant can always find opportunities amidst the chaos.
Soon, a overlooked detail came to light:
Shortly after the exchange meeting began, the apprentices under the Silent Forest seemed to have received some death order and suddenly launched a near-frenzied siege against the potential apprentices of the Eternal Tower!
This unusual behavior, which seemed like a minor friction at the time, has now become a key piece of the puzzle.
Even more fatally, those with ulterior motives followed the clues and uncovered an explosive fact:
At the same time that everyone in the Eternal Tower mysteriously disappeared, the master of the Silent Forest, the veteran level three archmage, Lord Mochamo, also quietly left his lair!
Not long ago, someone witnessed Mokamo returning to the Silent Forest in a disheveled state!
He was injured and his breathing was unsteady, which was quite different from his usual unfathomable image.
The apprentices' encirclement, their simultaneous disappearance, and Mochamo's injured return forcibly pieced these fragments together, and a chilling "truth" quickly took shape amidst the rumors:
Mochamo, the Lord of Silence, single-handedly and in some unknown battlefield, brutally killed two Level 3 Archmages of the Tower of Eternity and their entire accompanying wizard corps!
This "conclusion" spread like wildfire, instantly igniting the entire city of Aykar.
Fear and awe intertwined, elevating the name Mochamo to a divine status.
"My God! One person? Single-handedly took down the core combat force of the entire Eternal Tower? Even Carrot and Wenzhi—"
"This is truly terrifying! Who in the Aikar region can stop him?"
"I always thought the Lord of Silence was just hiding his true strength, but I never imagined he was a Cataclysmic being! From now on, it seems Aikar will be the domain of dark wizards!"
The remaining upper levels of the Eternal Tower were both shocked and furious.
shame!
This is a blatant provocation and declaration of war!
They immediately posed their strongest questions to the Silent Forest:
"Mokamo! You must give the Tower of Eternity an explanation! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!"
Various factions, sensing the impending danger, acted like sharks smelling blood, sending representatives to flock to the Silent Forest.
They wanted to see this newly crowned "first man of Aykar" with their own eyes, to gauge his opinion, and to weigh the future prospects.
The atmosphere in the core area of the Silent Forest was so oppressive it was almost palpable.
Mocha Moga sat on the cold seat, his usually calm face now clouded with gloom, almost as if frost could be scraped off.
He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples, and a sense of unease coursing through his chest.
"Tower Master!"
A level-two wizard dressed in the Silent Forest's standard black robe strode into the hall, his face a mixture of extreme respect and almost fanatical worship.
He bowed carefully and said:
"The people sent by various forces have been waiting in the hall for several days. Would you mind taking some time to meet them? Everyone is eager to witness your majesty."
Mochamo's eye twitched violently.
Don't let me find out who spread this rumor!
He roared inwardly, his teeth grinding together.
These idiots! Now that we're in the Silent Forest, no matter what I say, they all have this "I know" look on their faces.
What do they know?! They know absolutely nothing!
"To pay homage to their majesty?"
Mochamo's voice sounded like it had been pulled out of an ice cave, carrying a chilling coldness.
"Tell them I'm tired and need to rest. Let them all leave and go home! Don't get in my way!"
He waved his hand irritably, as if shooing away a swarm of noisy flies.
"Yes! Yes! I understand!"
The second-level wizard lowered his head even further, his tone practically overflowing with "understanding."
"You've just been through such a—uh—intense—battle, you must be exhausted! I'll go and send them away right away, I won't let anyone disturb your recovery!"
With a "Don't worry, I understand" expression, he quickly left.
Seeing his subordinates' unwavering faith and proud expressions, Mochamo felt a surge of frustration in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
I can't say any more; too much talk leads to mistakes!
Now, whatever he says will be automatically translated into "the understated wisdom and profound meaning of an unparalleled expert" in the ears of these people.
Wrong!
An unprecedented sense of frustration enveloped him.
This black pot that fell from the sky is huge and heavy, and it's impossible to remove it!!! It's simply outrageous!!!
In the reception hall, two groups of people sat in a clear distinction.
The atmosphere was tense, yet strangely, it maintained a calm surface.
On one side was a group mainly composed of representatives from several dark wizarding organizations. Their faces were beaming with excitement and pride, and their voices were exceptionally loud, as if they wanted everyone to hear them.
"Hey, did you see that? That's what real strength is! Lord Mochamo usually keeps a low profile, but when he makes a move, it's earth-shattering!"
A dark wizard representative with a scar on his face slapped his thigh, spitting out saliva.
"Exactly! Those white-robed guys in the Tower of Eternity, always putting on airs, they've finally met their match! Serves them right!"
A tall, thin man next to him immediately chimed in, his tone full of schadenfreude.
"From now on, let's see who dares to bare their teeth at us dark wizards, Aika! Lord Mokamo is our pillar of strength!"
"That's right! By following Lord Mochamo, we'll sweep all those hypocritical white wizards into the dustbin of history sooner or later! Then, won't we be able to control all the resources of Aikar? Hahaha!"
Another voice rang out, filled with undisguised ambition.
The group's unrestrained laughter and belittling were like knives stabbing into the ears of the white wizard representatives opposite them.
Most of them came from organizations that were on good terms with the Tower of Eternity or belonged to the White Wizard faction. At this moment, they all had ashen faces, clenched fists, and their nails were almost digging into their palms.
Their eyes were blazing with fury, and they couldn't wait to tear apart those arrogant faces on the other side.
"Damn it! This is outrageous!" a younger white wizard representative muttered under his breath, about to get up.
An older representative next to him immediately pressed down hard on his shoulder, sternly stopping him with his eyes.
The older man shook his head slightly and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Calm down! A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan!"
Mochamo is riding high right now; we can't afford to mess with them.
The young representative's chest heaved violently, and he finally sat back down unwillingly, but his eyes remained fixed on the group of smug black wizards opposite him.
Their purpose for this trip was clear: to verify.
The people inside the Eternal Tower didn't really believe that Mochamo could single-handedly wipe out their top combat force; it was too unbelievable.
But the rumors circulating outside were so detailed and even described in terms of the "great battle" that they couldn't help but be alarmed.
They were sent here to see the Silent Forest's reaction firsthand, to see Mochamo's condition, and to determine whether this astonishing "achievement" was real or a carefully orchestrated rumor.
If it's just a rumor, then the Tower of Eternity will do everything in its power to track down the real culprit, wash away the shame, and tear the mastermind behind it to pieces!
But if it's true—
The elder white wizard representative looked at the barely suppressed pride and awe on the faces of the Silent Forest members, at the arrogant demeanor of the black wizards opposite, and then at Mochamo's attitude of avoiding them; his heart sank lower and lower.
If the Silent Forest truly possesses such terrifying military power—
Therefore, for the sake of survival and dignity, no matter how terrible the price, the Tower of Eternity and the entire White Wizard faction will probably have no choice but to sound the horn of war once again and launch a wizard war that will sweep across the entire Aikar region!
Even if the opponent is the seemingly invincible Lord of Silence.
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