Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience
Chapter 197 - 011: The Truth

Chapter 197: 011: The Truth

At the same time, somewhere in the Blood-colored Battlefield deep within a forest.

On a desolate patch of grass, shattered corpses lay sprawled in disarray.

Jack the Ripper crouched before the lifeless body of a young girl. She was stark naked, lying on the ground, her pale, unblemished skin sliced open by his claws as he extracted her organs one by one.

"Hehehe... Beautiful. Just beautiful. Beautiful ovaries... a beautiful womb..." His face twisted into a deranged grin, laughter tinged with manic delight.

But just then, Jack the Ripper froze, as though sensing something.

His body stiffened abruptly, and he shot up to his feet, spinning toward a direction.

"Caesar Heim?"

"That bastard was taken out so quickly?"

Shock flickered across his expression.

...

Elsewhere, by the edge of a lake.

A seductive female apprentice climbed off the body of a male apprentice and began dressing herself. Her face was still flushed, the lingering heat of performed exertion evident on her features.

By the lakeside lay several male corpses. Each one was gaunt and emaciated, as though drained of all their vitality. Their dried remains resembled mummies devoid of moisture.

What was particularly eerie was the unmistakable look of ecstasy frozen on each of their faces.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, the female apprentice seemed to sense something, quickly turning her head in the direction of the disturbance.

"Caesar Heim?"

"How... thrilling... a thrillingly powerful individual..."

She teased the tip of her finger into her mouth, slowly sucking on it, her legs twitching and pressing together involuntarily, her body trembling as if she couldn’t help herself. A dreamy, intoxicated look glazed over her eyes.

...

Similar scenes played out across the Blood-colored Battlefield in various locations.

For convenience, many apprentices exchanged marks with one another prior to entering the battlefield so they could sense each other’s presence after entry. At this moment, all the apprentices who shared such marks with Caesar Heim could feel it.

This apprentice, ranked 13th on the Black Tower Alliance’s apprentice leaderboard, had met his end...

...

The narrative shifts back to Lynch.

"Clink!"

The black iron chains unraveled, and with a heavy "thud," Caesar Heim’s body collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Caesar Heim looked no different than before—his corpse lay plastered to the dirt as if he were merely sleeping.

However, his contorted expression was grotesque, his bulging eyes frozen in wide terror. No sign of life lingered in his twisted body.

Meanwhile,

before him, the cloaked figure gripped a pulsating blue energy orb, which, alongside the blood-red crucifix, slowly descended into the Magic Array and disappeared.

[Death Declaration]

This was a divine sacrificial Spell, capable of summoning the fabled projection of the Death God into the world to harvest souls within a radius of 50 soul energy units.

During the apprentice period, there were few Spells designed to enhance soul defense. Most apprentices could only rely on the innate strength of their souls for protection, which was directly proportionate to their Spirit Coefficient on a one-to-one ratio.

No matter how formidable a High-level Apprentice, their Spirit Coefficient would never surpass 50 points. Essentially, this Spell was an unrivaled weapon during the apprentice period.

Of course, this Spell wasn’t without its flaws. Its primary limitation was the requirement to leave behind a Spirit Imprint on the target prior to casting. However, for Lynch, this posed little issue—he had left the imprint while tearing out Caesar Heim’s tongue earlier.

Another drawback was that each summoning of the Death God Projection required the sacrifice of a soul. If the target had soul defense measures in place and their soul couldn’t be taken... well, there was always some risk involved.

"Avoiding a direct confrontation with Diego was absolutely the right decision," Lynch muttered.

This Spell was one of the high-level apprentice Spells he had obtained from Diego’s Undead Magic handwriting. Each Spell recorded within it was bizarre and unsettling, leaving Lynch unnerved every time he studied it.

If Grant hadn’t inflicted a critical injury on Diego previously, Lynch was uncertain if he could have defeated him in a head-on clash.

Shaking his head to dispel the thought, Lynch snapped his fingers, summoning Barton to help transport Caesar Heim’s corpse for research purposes.

Just as he prepared to retrieve the body, suddenly—

"Clatter!"

A crisp sound rang out as the ground beneath Caesar Heim began to churn. Thin tendrils emerged from the earth, wrapping around the corpse and dragging it down into the soil until it completely disappeared.

The ground convulsed for a moment, resembling a grotesque mouth chewing its latest meal, before spitting out a single Space Pocket.

Lynch froze momentarily.

Among the rules of the Blood Moon Battlefield, there existed a peculiar one: No additional actions were permitted on the corpses of slain apprentices—be it burning, burial, or removal. They must be left where they fell.

"So that’s why..."

Previously, Lynch assumed this rule was merely designed to keep apprentices focused on combat rather than ceremonial rites. Now, he realized the motives behind it might not be so simple...

Gazing at the undulating soil, Lynch contemplated.

It was said that the Blood Moon Battlefield produced many rare materials of immense value, such as key ingredients for Su Ya Water, essential for advancing to wizardhood. These resources were pivotal to the dominance of Wizard Families.

However,

the Wizard World adhered to an energy conservation principle. In places like Dimension Space, energy levels were finite; overextraction would eventually lead to depletion and spatial decay.

Yet this Blood Moon Battlefield, after nurturing countless wizards and establishing innumerable Wizard Families, remained as vibrant as ever.

"Could it be..."

"This is the true purpose of the Blood Moon Battlefield?"

Lynch did not know if his conjecture aligned with the truth. Nonetheless, based on the principles of the world’s workings, feeding this space with the souls of fallen apprentices was undoubtedly one of this arena’s functions.

Perhaps the world was even crueler than Lynch had anticipated.

He sighed deeply.

Shaking his head, Lynch picked up the Space Pocket spit out by the aftermath and resumed his journey, soon venturing into the safe zone.

...

After reaching the safe zone, Lynch refrained from wandering and instead found a concealed burrow where he commenced meditation and cultivation.

And so, several days passed peacefully.

On the seventh day.

That evening, just as the time reached midnight.

During his meditation, Lynch was suddenly jolted awake.

He felt an unusual distortion in the elemental energy.

Stepping out from the cavern, he raised his head to look at the sky above.

There, in the heavens.

The moon had turned blood-red.