Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience
Chapter 178 - 017: Swordsmanship

Chapter 178: 017: Swordsmanship

Their primary goal for this trip was the Confession Tree.

This was a peculiar extraordinary material. It did not naturally possess extraordinary attributes but evolved over time. Furthermore, it did not refer to a specific type of tree species; any ordinary tree could potentially undergo this evolution.

In some regions of this world, humans had a traditional behavioral habit. When they harbored deep, unspeakable secrets yearning to be unleashed, they would seek a tree with a hollow, confiding their inner secrets to the cavity.

"The King has donkey ears!"

The story goes that a barber accidentally discovered that the King had grown donkey ears. Tormented by the suppressive weight of this revelation and unwilling to disclose it to others, he finally chose to confess it secretly to the hollow of a tree — that tree became the Confession Tree.

When people confess to the tree, their spiritual field would permeate the tree.

Day after day.

Year after year.

Over countless years, a small number of trees would occasionally absorb enough spiritual power to generate a rare spiritual substance within their trunks, something Wizards referred to as the Confession Heart.

This substance was one of the ingredients for crafting the ’Spiritual Cleansing Potion.’

The most fundamental difference between humans and Wizards is their spirit. To transform an ordinary human into a Wizard, the first step is to cleanse their spirit, synchronizing it with a Wizard’s spirit to initiate Wizard transformation.

Of course, that is merely the first step.

In this world, all things are bound by fate; sheep are sheep, wolves are wolves, humans are humans, and Wizards are Wizards. These rules were established by the will of the world from the very beginning, forming the core of its normal operations.

To rewrite the fate of a lower-dimensional species and elevate it into the domain of a higher-dimensional species is akin to challenging the laws of the world.

The visible and invisible costs of such endeavors are innumerable...

...

Nighttime.

The night was as cold as water, as dark as ink, deep within a forest on the southern outskirts of South Green Town, near Hawk Castle.

"Crack! Pop!"

In the open area, a campfire crackled and burned, the snapping of firewood echoed now and then, and tiny sparks occasionally rose and disappeared into the night breeze.

The splendid sparks vanished in an instant.

Near the campfire, flame-like feathers slowly orbited around Lynch’s seated figure. His eyes were lightly shut as he meditated cross-legged.

A moment later, Lynch completed his round of meditation.

[Meditation Proficiency +3]

A crisp system prompt chimed in his ear right on schedule.

Opening his eyes, Lynch glanced at his interface.

[Meditation Lv8: 326/130000]

The proficiency needed to max Meditation at Lv7 was 80,000. Upon hitting Lv8, it skyrocketed to 130,000—enough to promote from Low-level Apprentice to Mid-level Apprentice.

There was no choice. The Wizard’s Road was inherently arduous and long. The extraordinary has never been easy.

When he first advanced and saw the sudden surge in proficiency required, Lynch couldn’t suppress his complaints. But, with time, he grew accustomed to it.

Slow as it is, he would grind through.

Shaking his head, Lynch then checked his spiritual power. He still had plenty remaining, but being out in the wilderness meant he couldn’t drain it completely like he could back in the Tower.

Thus, Lynch halted further meditation cultivation and instead grabbed the Fearless Great Sword, heading to the nearby clearing to practice his swings.

It’s better to replenish the consumed spiritual energy early.

"Woosh, woosh!" The fierce swishing of the air echoed as Lynch wielded the Cross Sword swing after swing.

Before long, he completed a round of swordsmanship training.

[Direct Death Proficiency +2]

[Direct Death Lv2: 1286/30000]

The Direct Death Without Advance swordsmanship was exceptionally challenging to master. Each session increased proficiency only by one or two points. [War Comprehension] had no effect on swordsmanship, leaving him struggling against its slow progress. After all these years, his [Direct Death Without Advance] was still at the adept stage, far from mastery.

"Hah!"

At that moment, a cold laugh echoed.

From across the campfire, Frey spoke sarcastically: "You’re a Wizard, yet you waste your time and energy on such useless human skills instead of properly cultivating spells. Isn’t that absurd?"

"Absurd? This skill is quite powerful," Lynch retorted. "I used it to slash down those Forest Beldam that were chasing you, didn’t I?"

His words visibly struck a nerve, as Frey’s expression twisted bitterly.

"Hmph!"

She snorted, "Trash skills are still trash skills. With your strength, Magic would’ve taken down those Banshees even faster."

What a sharp remark...

Lynch covertly glanced at Grant, who sat beside him, hoping to catch a reaction. After all, nobody was more qualified to comment on [Direct Death Without Advance] than him.

Unfortunately, Grant’s facial expression remained indifferent, showing no interest in defending Lynch’s swordsmanship.

Raising his Great Sword, Lynch swung it twice and declared, "You wouldn’t understand!"

"Upholding righteousness! Championing justice!"

"The joy of swinging a blade during these just acts far surpasses anything Magic can offer."

"A true Knight fights for justice and lives for honor!"

Frey’s lips twitched.

Though she knew Lynch was jesting, his earnest demeanor oddly compelled ridicule.

She sneered. "Ha!"

"What is justice? What is honor? Such grandiose concepts—yet in the face of true immortality, these can be discarded like trash."

"Knights?"

She let out another cold chuckle. "What are they supposed to be?"

Lynch casually replied, "You just haven’t encountered a real Knight yet."

He, of course, understood that most people in this world were selfish, but he firmly believed that those with genuine faith still existed.

"Hahaha!"

Frey burst into laughter, briefly glanced at Grant, then turned back to Lynch. Narrowing her eyes like a fox who had just scored a triumphant point, she remarked, "And you think those words hold any weight?"

Indeed...

Speaking of Knights, nobody here could rival Grant in terms of authority, yet...

"Rustle..."

At that moment, a faint rustling sound emerged. The distant shrubbery shook briefly.

Soon, the thicket was pushed aside, revealing a man in bloodstained leather armor. He carried a scythe and stepped into view.

The man’s gaze swept across the clearing, stopping briefly on Frey by the campfire.

As if spotting a prized artifact, his eyes gleamed instantly.

Turning around, he shouted back, "Boss, there are people here. And there’s a woman!"

Pausing a moment to add emphasis, he raised his tone further. "Prime quality!"

"Thud, thud, thud!"

Urgent footsteps echoed.

Figures began to emerge from the shrubbery, quickly surrounding the clearing.

Lynch glanced around. The group consisted of roughly twenty or thirty men, all male, wearing mismatched leather armor. Their weapons appeared equally haphazard.

Of course, encountering bandits in this lawless land was unsurprising.

"Ah!"

"What’s that? A...monster!"

The gang soon spotted Grant seated by the campfire. To ordinary humans, his appearance delivered an undeniable shock.

Their faces paled, and hesitance overtook them. Although they didn’t know what Grant was, his form clearly marked him as a dangerous entity.

It seemed that their aggressive plans might end before they began. However, just then...

Frey stared dreamily at the bandits, murmuring seductively, "Look at me, won’t you? My dear brothers, take me away... I’ll do anything you ask..."

"Gulp!"

"Gulp!"

A cascade of swallowing noises followed. The bandits seemed entranced, their eyes collectively glowing blood-red.

A man clad in full armor, likely their leader, decisively raised his hand. "Take the woman."

"Kill the rest!"

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