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Chapter 210 – The Evolutionary History of Eggs

Golza thoughtfully gave Sol some time to do his thinking, and after seeing the other's eyes gradually become resolute, he smiled again and continued his explanation.

"Sorcerer's apprenticeship as the introductory stage of a full-fledged sorcerer doesn't essentially change whether it's level one, level two or level three. Maybe your magic power will be stronger, maybe you will learn more sorceries. But in the eyes of a formal sorcerer, you are still as fragile as eggs with their shells peeled. There's only that thin membrane that resists the outside world, and maybe when the wind blows, it breaks."

"That's why having a more stable learning environment during apprenticeship can only increase the survival rate of apprentices. Perhaps you feel that the death rate of apprentices within the wizard tower is high, that's because you haven't seen what kind of life those wandering apprentices outside are living. Perhaps under heavy death crises, their winners would be excellent, but the number of winners was very small. That's why low-ranked wizards always like to act in groups and establish all sorts of organizations."

"As an apprentice, all you have to do is need solid basics, then slowly expand your horizons and use that to determine the direction of your sorcery studies. Choose your locator based on that direction."

Hearing this Saul shifted his body a bit uneasily, his locator wasn't determined based on his direction of study, but rather the great gift that came with crossing over.

But it was also a coincidence that almost all of Saul's research was related to death and souls.

"The next step is to fully fuse the locator so that it becomes a part of yourself, not just your body but your soul as well. This way you, the egg, are equivalent to being boiled, and your resistance to blows is much stronger than during your apprenticeship. However, this stage is only very powerful when facing ordinary people, but if you are facing some magical creatures, it is merely equivalent to their newborn stage."

"That's why first-order full-fledged wizards, tend to employ various means to strengthen themselves, while their body spirit also has the ability to be able to adapt to the negative effects brought about by these protections."

Saul then Golza's example association, perhaps the first order formal sorcerer is trying hard to make themselves from a hard boiled egg to a ... skinny egg?

After a moment's pause, Gortha continued.

"If a First Order sorcerer is more about exerting forces within or around their body, then by the time they reach Second Order sorcerers, the magnitude of their influence is much wider. And their own ability to withstand radiation, pollution, and erosion grows stronger. Let me give you another example, if let's say your mentor Kaz can kill ten people with a lift of his hand. Then I can wipe out an army of a hundred people with a single serious strike, and if I use some tricks, I can kill thousands, or even more."

Saul opened his mouth, the span of strength between sorcerer ranks seemed to be even greater than he had imagined.

If one said that a first-order sorcerer evolved from a skin egg to an iron egg, while still clutching a submachine gun in his hand.

Then wouldn't a Second Order Sorcerer evolve from an iron egg to an alloy dan, with a long-range missile controlled in his hand?

"As for Second Order and above." Golza smashed his mouth, "You've been to the Valley of the Drooping Hand, do you know its history?"

Sol had heard Elder Byron speak of it.

A third-order wizard that moved a huge mountain and destroyed an army of wizards.

Even the second-order sorcerer, the former emperor Morton, was not spared, and after his death, he was transformed into an evil spirit, and was finally tricked by the diary to come over as a toolman.

There's no way to describe this as an egg, is there?

Perhaps the egg would have to be changed to a bullet to more closely approximate what it actually is.

"As for reaching the Fourth Order ... well ... I've never seen one," Golza mentioned the Fourth Order, with more of a wistful look in his eyes that he didn't have when he mentioned the Third Order, "It is said that They are the ones who have transcended death. It's very difficult to actually kill a Fourth Order wizard. They're like mushrooms, chopping off one crop and growing another."

Gortha chuckled softly, "I remember treating the lower order apprentices with a term for white-skinned mushrooms, but by the time a sorcerer enters the fourth order, they will actually be more like white-skinned mushrooms than sorcerer apprentices."

"As for further up, it's the fifth and sixth orders that are only mentioned in the literature ...," Golza paused for a moment, "You don't need to know about that. I can't even meet one."

Saul laughed bitterly, he didn't really want to know how powerful the fifth and sixth orders were, and talking about it would probably only create fear in vain.

It was like knowing that a meteorite impact would destroy the world, and knowing that there happened to be so many meteorites out of the sky that might be about to fall at the drop of a hat.

You will live in fear from then on.

So sometimes knowing too much can lead to cognitive dissonance and invisible harm.

Saul was still immersed in his newly gained knowledge when he suddenly heard the tower master say, "Actually, I'm only talking to you about this now in the hope of widening your horizons slightly. In the Sorcerer's Tower, you don't have to worry too much about those who are stronger than you yet."

Sol stared blankly at the tower master, feeling as if the other party was saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll cover you."

It was that Saul was currently unsure whether the large cover was a shield or a pot lid.

This caused him to have mixed feelings, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be grateful or wary. Saul took a deep breath, as long as he continued to get stronger and use the diary to rule out death and doom, he wouldn't have to worry about whether others were kind or malicious.

If it was kindness, he could return the favor.

If it is malice ... he can double back!

Thor raised his eyes and gave the Tower Lord a smile, "I understand, Lord Tower Lord. Regardless of why Vi, Kismet appeared in Ralph Manor, what I should be concerned about now is still my own learning and research. Next, I'll work hard on the locator and advance to a third level apprentice."

Golza straightened up from the sofa and looked condescendingly at Saul, "What you should prioritize right now is to solve the problem of your gradually decreasing soul and body compatibility. I would suggest refining your spirit ester regimen and taking care to focus on improving the quality of your physical body."

"Sol," Golza said gently but solemnly, "Your soul tier is already too much higher than your physical body, and I want you to keep the importance of your physical body in mind at all times. If you run out of ideas, you can refer to Ralph's flesh and blood sorcery."

"Ralph's Flesh and Blood Sorcery?" Saul was stunned, although he had obtained the inheritance of the Bloodbloodthorn family, he had not yet deliberately connected with his spirit ester.

This was also the reason why he had just returned and had yet to calmly review his experience of this adventure.

"Tower Lord, two years ago you seriously injured Ralph ... is it that you want me to go and bring back the blood and flesh sorcery?"

Golza did not deny it, "The Bloodthorn family's Flesh and Blood Sorcery is indeed quite interesting. It is one of the few of the major dark attribute sorcerers who focus on the flesh."

Saul's heart stirred, "Could it be that sorcerers who major in dark attributes have the hidden problem of incompatibility between soul and flesh?"

Is this what Mentor Kaz once mentioned, the danger that comes with knowledge?

Golza nodded, "This is probably a common problem of many dark attribute sorcerers, isn't it? Always thinking that the soul is the superior subject. You are not the first apprentice to encounter this problem, nor will you be the last. It's just that your problem is a bit more severe than others I've seen."

"It's as if your body ... tsk tsk, isn't very fond of your soul."

This Sol could guess why.

It was true that this body was not his original.

After following the original owner for twelve years in silence, it had only been with him for more than two years, and it was indeed possible to have a resistance mentality.

Saul suddenly looked back at those corpses behind him.

These people had long been dead through and through, but there seemed to be some chaotic consciousness remaining in their corpses.

"Could it be that there is still the original Saul's soul in my body?"

Sol pursed his lips.

"If that's the case ... must be removed!"

Saul would never allow anyone else to share his body, even if it was just a bit of residual consciousness!

While the original Saul was innocent, Saul wasn't his killer either.

If it wasn't for Saul, this body would have been buried in the ground (turned into flower fertilizer) with that little bit of residual consciousness.

(End of chapter)