Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience
Chapter 211 - 025: Ending

Chapter 211: 025: Ending

To be brought here by Avery and Blair to conquer the Knowledge Ruins was already proof of exceptional performance in the castle, and Avery and Blair were the castle’s two most powerful forces. Although there were a few High-level Apprentices in the castle, they were still a bit inferior in comparison.

At this point, no one had any further objections to the agreement between the two sides. After all, anyone who voiced dissent now would truly be showing poor manners.

Subsequently, Lynch handed over the Blood Crystal Pocket to Avery for safekeeping and continued his work of collecting Blood Crystals.

From that day onward, Lynch effectively became one of the castle’s "worker bees."

Every day, he went out to collect Blood Crystals and handed them over entirely to the castle for safekeeping, just like a worker bee serving the hive.

This arrangement suited him just fine.

Carrying a large number of Blood Crystals around made one far too conspicuous, drawing the attention of other apprentices intermittently, followed by ambushes, schemes, and battles. For Lynch, a lover of peace, this was simply exhausting.

Occasionally, if he managed to snatch the opponent’s Blood Crystal Pocket after a fight, it wasn’t all bad. But most of the time, the apprentices scheming against Lynch either didn’t have Blood Crystal Pockets or showed up empty-handed. Whether it was due to team cooperation or a lack of personal collection, the battles frequently left him with absolutely no gains to show for his efforts.

If collecting Blood Crystals could help him fend off their attacks, he’d reluctantly endure it. But battles yielding no rewards were nothing but a waste of spiritual power and time.

Now that he had handed the Blood Crystals over to Avery for safekeeping, fewer apprentices targeted him, leaving Lynch free to focus solely on the task of collecting Blood Crystals.

After all, as a worker bee, Lynch didn’t partake in the redistribution among other worker bees. The Blood Crystals he collected were ultimately his own, making the arrangement advantageous no matter how he calculated it.

Day by day, time trickled past.

Lynch immersed himself in the collection of Blood Crystals. After leaving the Knowledge Ruins, he moved on to several other high- and medium-difficulty Blood Crystal collection points marked on the map.

The subsequent collecting process certainly didn’t go as smoothly as it had in the Knowledge Ruins, but for Lynch, whose skills were formidable, the challenges posed little difficulty. The tally of collected Blood Crystals continued to grow steadily.

60,000. 70,000. 80,000... He quickly surpassed the 100,000 mark!

Having reached this milestone,

Lynch had achieved his primary objective for entering the Blood-colored Battlefield. From here onward, there was no urgency to continue.

Although Lynch still carried on collecting Blood Crystals, his focus shifted towards exploring this peculiar space by wandering around, conducting experiments and research, and gathering relevant data.

Occasionally, he kept an eye on the situation on the battlefield.

With the passage of time, most of the Blood Crystal collection points marked on the map had been drained. Once Blood Crystals could no longer be found at these points, the only way to obtain them was to seize them from other apprentices.

Slaughter. Battle.

The battlefield gradually revealed its true nature. Apprentice clashes and killings occurred incessantly, with apprentices dying daily, their bodies swallowed by the land.

All for the Blood Crystals, and also for ideological warfare.

"You lunatics! You actually want the world to descend into chaos—is this insanity?"

"Wouldn’t that world be better? Displeased with someone? Just kill them. Fancy a particular woman? No need for tiresome chitchat."

"Insane. Absolutely insane!"

...

"Andrew, why? We agreed to defend the world’s order together—why have you betrayed me?"

"There’s no hope, Ze Lu. If the current rules persist, our fate will be to toil unnoticed in some plantation until our Life Force is utterly exhausted. Change is the only chance to rise further."

"Can you wake up already? Would you truly drag the entire world into chaos just for your own petty desires?"

"It’s not me who needs waking up—it’s you. Haven’t you noticed the flaws in this world? Unjust rules—why should I continue obeying them?"

...

Conflicts like these happened endlessly. Those committed to defending order continued their steadfast defense, while the advocates of chaos persistently sought opportunities, each side fighting ceaselessly over their beliefs and ideals.

The battles had evolved beyond the Black and White Wizard Camps, shifting to reflect individual apprentices’ own wills.

Quite a few White Wizard apprentices embraced chaos and donned black cloaks, while some Black Wizard apprentices yearned for order and adorned themselves with white cloaks.

It wasn’t uncommon for apprentices who had shared the same Wizard Organization or had spent countless days together to face off on the battlefield, standing on opposite sides.

They could be colleagues, relatives, or lovers.

The most intense area of combat was undoubtedly the castle.

The Chaos Camp in black cloaks and the Order Camp in white cloaks clashed relentlessly around the castle, engaging in multiple rounds of ferocious attacks and defenses. The carnage turned the skies dull and the sun dim, with apprentice corpses piling high by the masses.

Among the deceased were faces Lynch recognized on both sides, including apprentices from his cohort—some of whom had even clashed with him in the past, such as Blair.

During the most heated phases of battle, both sides sent apprentices into the safe zones to recruit new fighters. Quite a number of apprentices left the safe zones, lured either by the offers presented or driven by faith and ambition, to join the fray on the battlefield.

Lynch, while refraining from directly participating in the battles, concealed himself in the shadows, occasionally lending Avery a hand when crucial moments arose and witnessing every stage of the castle’s conflict.

The scenes were...

Streets littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowing freely.

Everyone fought with all they had for their beliefs, wagering everything for the world to become what they envisioned in the millennia to come.

So which would emerge victorious—chaos or order?

The answer would soon become clear.

...

The slaughter persisted for over two months. Then, one day, the moonlight returned to its normal color, signaling the end of the blood-soaked conflict under the intervention of Wizards.

After settling down for two days to soothe emotions, apprentices on the battlefield were gradually teleported away, formally marking the conclusion of this war.

When Lynch returned to the plaza, he surveyed his surroundings.

The number of apprentices originally gathered here had dropped by at least two-thirds—no, perhaps even more. What had once been a bustling square now felt noticeably sparse.

The apprentices from both camps were forcibly separated by their Wizards, each group gathering within their respective camps to stare up at the sky, awaiting the final verdict.

Above the sky,

four Supreme Third-tier Lives from the Black Tower and the three major Wizard Organizations had gathered. Before them was a glowing screen, on which numbers surged and accumulated incessantly.

These numbers reflected the choices of apprentices holding Blood Crystals. At this moment, any apprentice with Blood Crystals had the opportunity to decide.

For most apprentices, their choice aligned with the ideology they had fought for on the battlefield, though a few might make decisions contradicting their earlier goals.

Ultimately, the question of chaos versus order hinged on this moment.

The wait wasn’t long...

The fluctuating numbers quickly settled, and the four Supreme Third-tier Lives declared the final outcome aloud:

"Is this really how it ends?"

"I guessed as much from the start."

"Tch, same result again!"