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Top of the Wizard

In a world where rules are controlled by wizards, In a world close to other planes, eyed by greedy eyes,In a dark, bloody world of survival of the fittest and constant change,An ordinary person from another world embarks on a powerful journey of even transcending the peak through genetic modification.

RobertSmith · Fantasia
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142 Chs

Success

The breeze blowing on Raymond's cheeks made him feel comfortable. The high concentration of oxygen in the Fairy World also made this place suitable for the growth of any creature.

But Raymond, who was standing on the lawn outside the stone house, had red dots flashing in his lowered eyes. He was checking the data provided by the chip.

The technique of superimposing magic given by Miss Octavia was beyond his current ability to use, but after the chip analyzed the contents of the memory sphere, it could confirm that there were no problems.

After letting the chip store all the contents for thorough analysis, Raymond secretly made up his mind. "A technique of superimposing magic that only first-level wizards can use, I should consider upgrading when I return..."

Raymond, who raised his head again, smiled brilliantly. He soon asked to visit the area.

But Raymond's request made Miss Octavia's face strange. She hesitated for a moment and regretfully told Raymond that for some reason, she couldn't go too far from the stone house these days.

Miss Octavia, whose tone was somewhat strange, urged Raymond to return to the Wizard Academy as soon as possible so that her little Dibola could return to her side.

And Miss Octavia solemnly warned Raymond that the internal space expanded by her space artifact was still slowly merging with the edge of the Fairy World. As long as he did not approach the area where the two worlds were merging, Raymond's safety here would not be a problem.

But excited by this news, Raymond received another warning from Miss Octavia. She demanded that Raymond have no intentions towards the activated creatures here.

And she pointed at the big tree next to her that was still sleeping, warning Raymond not to have any ideas about the fruits of the big tree again, otherwise he would be absorbed by the big tree as nourishment.

Miss Octavia's well-intentioned warnings made Raymond nod his head repeatedly, but the surprises came one after another, making Raymond's mood even more cheerful.

Especially Miss Octavia's warning about the big tree, Raymond also agreed deeply. Among all the activated creatures he had seen so far, the big tree was the one he feared the most.

As a patient listener, Raymond asked about the magic that would send Little Dibola in only after the garrulous Miss Octavia had told him everything.

"It's simple. My daughter Dibola can't get in through the old spells because her life form has changed. Even if she can open the door of my space artifact, she herself cannot enter here," Miss Octavia explained with a sad expression. "To allow Dibola to enter my space artifact, she must rely on your help."

Staring at Raymond's eyes, after staring at Raymond until he felt creepy, Miss Octavia waved her arms and quickly condensed something strange.

Thumb-sized, like a seed, emitting faint fluctuations of magic, according to her explanation, this seed contained Miss Octavia's breath and was also an important tool for Dibola to enter.

What Raymond needed to do was to let Little Dibola wear this seed, and then she could enter the Fairy World through the door of the space artifact.

Receiving the seed made by Miss Octavia, Raymond confirmed the steps to send Dibola in again with Miss Octavia before he remembered the original intention of coming in this time. "What exactly is the little doll that Little Dibola kept mentioning?"

Miss Octavia chuckled and quickly took out a somewhat shabby doll from the stone house. She gently stroked the doll with a very soft expression. "This is the toy that helps her sleep and the precious item that has accompanied me for over a thousand years. Take it to her."

Miss Octavia's reluctant face made Raymond unconsciously feel warm. Raymond solemnly promised that as soon as he left here, he would let Miss Octavia's little daughter Dibola enter this magical area and reunite with her according to Miss Octavia's instructions.

Facing Miss Octavia, whose eyes had turned red, Raymond couldn't help but feel sad. After comforting Miss Octavia for a while, he turned and left without looking at the fruits on the treetops. He quickly left the hollow along the path in front of the stone house and disappeared from Miss Octavia's sight.

But Miss Octavia, who saw him off, had a strange smile on her face. She muttered to herself, "Greedy little guy, I hope I'm not disappointed."

Before Miss Octavia could act again, faint energy fluctuations caused a slight tremor in the air around her. Soon, a nearly transparent green colloidal mass appeared on the lawn. "Little girl, congratulations! Your daughter is still alive, hehe..."

Miss Octavia's eyes immediately turned cold. She moved a few steps away in disgust before scolding the colloidal mass on the lawn. "Augustine, greed can kill you. Don't think the wizards underground are your food!"

"Hehe, dying is impossible," the green colloidal mass bounced on the lawn, seeming very excited. "Just thinking about human wizards makes me drool. Originally, the agreement with me, Augustine, would not be regretted, but don't mess with my plans, otherwise you know the consequences!"

Miss Octavia's eyes became sharp. Her clenched fists showed veins.

But after a while, she sighed helplessly, ignored the Lord of Augustine rolling on the lawn, and went straight to her stone house. As she entered the door, she said angrily, "Augustine, when my daughter comes, I'll move!"

"Hehe, the beautiful Miss Octavia, your request has been granted by me, Augustine!" But the Lord of Augustine, this mass of green colloid, was not angry. Looking at the closed stone house, he laughed more happily.

But his figure soon became blurred and disappeared completely into the air, leaving only a mucus-like trace on the lawn where he had rolled...