Cultivating in the Wizard World-Chapter 258 - 229: Ancient Legends and Descending Reality

Chapter 258: Chapter 229: Ancient Legends and Descending Reality

In the Elorcia Main Plane, inside a newly emerging city built upon ruins, brimming with vitality.

A boy named Chuck was engaged in a heated debate with his companions.

"Wizards are real! My grandfather’s father saw one with his own eyes!" Chuck argued loudly, his face flushed, against the taller children surrounding him.

"Oh, come on, Chuck!" one child sneered, "You’re being so childish! Wizards? Those are just stories adults make up to scare naughty kids!"

Another child chimed in, "Exactly! If there really were wizards that could fly and breathe fire, would we need the City Guard Army uncles to protect us?"

Yet Chuck was exceptionally steadfast, believing that his grandfather wouldn’t lie to him.

In that distant past—said to be over a century ago, during the dark times of chaos and war—when his grandfather’s father was a young soldier, he must have witnessed with his own eyes those god-like wizards descending from the sky!

Children’s debates often lack logic and reason.

In the end, inevitably, it concluded with mutual shoving, escalating arguments, and even scuffles.

"Stop it! You little brats!"

Fortunately, a patrolling squad of the City Guard Army soon discovered the commotion.

At first, they stood watching with their arms crossed, amused, but after having their fill of entertainment, a member who appeared to be the captain walked forward with a stern face, using an authoritative voice to put an end to the chaotic tussle.

Outnumbered, bruised and battered, Chuck returned home, drawing a scolding from his concerned mother.

However, strangely, Chuck showed no signs of dejection despite losing the fight.

In fact, hidden deep in his eyes was a trace of indescribable smugness.

During dinner, watching the sky outside turn a shade of orange as it approached dusk, he hurriedly finished his last bite, bade his parents a hasty farewell, and prepared to go out.

"Come back early!"

Amid his parents’ concerned reminders, he left the warmth of his home, secretly carrying a piece of hard, black bread he had taken from the kitchen.

Soon, familiar with the terrain, he deliberately avoided the City Guard Army still patrolling the streets, arriving at an abandoned area near the city’s outskirts.

In a junk-filled, dark, and damp alley, Chuck finally met the person he had arranged to see—a figure hunched in the alley’s darkest corner, shrouded in a tattered black robe.

The person’s face was completely hidden in the shadow cast by his hood, impossible to discern.

Coupled with his hunched, deformed-like physique and the faint, eerie scent reminiscent of decaying corpses emanating from him, it was easy to tell that this individual was up to no good.

Yet Chuck’s expression became joyful at this moment.

He quickened his pace and eagerly greeted the person: "Master Wizard! I’m here!"

He vividly remembered stumbling upon this eerie figure a few days ago, and witnessed his peculiar ability to conjure black flames out of thin air to scare away a stray dog.

That scene convinced him beyond a doubt that this person must be a real-life "Wizard" from the legends!

The overwhelming curiosity innate in children led him to instinctively overlook the unsettling aura of the "Wizard."

Especially after discovering that the "Wizard" seemed easy to talk to, Chuck was like finding a treasure, persistently clinging to him.

Finally, after days of persuasion, the "Wizard" agreed that if Chuck brought him food, he would teach him some real "Witchcraft" today!

Watching the "Wizard’s" withered hand reach out from the shadows to take the black bread he had brought,

Chuck couldn’t help but fantasize about what sorts of witchcraft he would be taught.

Fire breathing?

Or flying?

He even started imagining teaching those who didn’t believe him a lesson after learning witchcraft.

The "Wizard" took the bread and nonchalantly stuffed it into his mouth, making a sound that was grating on teeth as he chewed.

After finishing, he looked up at Chuck, revealing a sinister grin of white teeth from under the shadow.

"Very good, young one... Let me think... what witchcraft should I teach you..."

Spoke the raspy, unpleasant voice, as he extended a claw-like withered hand toward Chuck’s tender neck.

"Stop!"

Right at the critical moment, a voice full of anger boomed like thunder from the alley entrance!

Chuck turned in surprise to see the person who had disrupted their fight earlier today—the captain of the City Guard Army.

Seeing the City Guard Army captain and a fully armed squad behind him, the "Wizard" clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, seemingly annoyed at the unexpected interruption.

He turned and quickly fled deeper into the alley.

However, the City Guard Army captain didn’t rush to pursue him.

He quickly approached Chuck, sternly scolding him: "You little rascal, you’re coming with me to see your parents! I’m going to have them scold you! Don’t you know that mysterious, secretive people like this could be kidnappers?!"

Meanwhile, the "Wizard" hadn’t gotten far when another group of blade-wielding City Guards appeared at the alley’s other exit.

The City Guard Army surrounded the escape route on both sides tightly.

The "kidnapper" was about to be caught like a turtle in a jar, ready to be captured.

The one trapped in the center let out an inhuman roar of anger suddenly.

Soon after, a dark fireball the size of a fist instantly formed in his palm and was launched fiercely at the approaching City Guards!

"Watch out!"

The captain of the City Guard Army widened his eyes in anger upon seeing this!

He shouted and exerted force from his waist and abdomen, throwing the fine steel long spear in his hand like lightning.

The spear accurately hit the dark fireball, causing it to explode prematurely in mid-air!

Boom—rumble!

The violent shockwave from the explosion still collapsed the walls on both sides of the alley, even causing the City Guards on the captain’s side to be blasted into disarray, toppling horses and people alike.

Seeing another even more dangerous black fireball forming in the opponent’s hand,

the City Guard captain, now on the ground and in a mess, gritted his teeth and pulled Chuck over, sheltering him under his body, ready to withstand a fatal blow with his own flesh and blood.

Just as the "wizard" was about to continue his attack to completely kill these nuisance mortals, he suddenly had a strange feeling of being watched.

He suddenly looked up at the sky and saw an unbelievable scene!

Above him, in the dark sky, were two figures quietly floating there, soundless and motionless.

It seemed as if they had been there all along.

Both individuals were examining him with a gaze filled with interest, as if... observing some wondrous creature never seen before.

Jeming floated in mid-air, watching the black-robed figure below and the fiery burning fireball of negative energy in his hand, tilting his head curiously.

He turned to David beside him and said, "I thought it was just an ordinary child-trafficking kidnapper; didn’t expect there really was something unusual."

David, however, was not as relaxed as Jeming.

He looked at the abnormal, hunched body of the person below and the dried, corpse-like but still element-manipulating arms, his face turning grim.

He said in a low voice, "This guy’s mutation shows signs of artificial modification... The situation is worse than we expected. That illegal wizard definitely did more than steal an incomplete meditation method!"

Jeming nodded in agreement: "Clearly, not a wizard yet able to wield such power, that illegal wizard... must have knowledge that grants powers to others!"

Upon hearing the conversation from the sky, the "wizard" was drenched in fear as if splashed with cold water, his twisted mind finally consumed by boundless terror.

He couldn’t help but scream, violently launching the fireball in his hand at the sky, while his body erupted with surging flames, propelling him away like an out-of-control thruster!

Unfortunately, he was up against two genuine Second-Level Wizards.

Jeming casually extended a finger.

A subtle, almost invisible energy beam flashed by.

It precisely obliterated most of this guy’s body, leaving only a head still etched with a terrified expression, falling from the sky.

"Thank you, Wizard Lords, for your assistance!"

The City Guard captain, escaping death, immediately led his team in a reaction, excitedly kneeling to the two figures in the sky to express their gratitude.

Jeming merely glanced at them nonchalantly without responding.

These City Guards were all mass-produced artificial people from the Nolun Workshop.

Their displayed excitements and gratitude were in fact pre-set programs meant to maintain societal stability.

Although human-like, it was essentially still fake.

He pointed his finger, and the head on the ground automatically floated to his hand.

He casually handed it to David beside him: "Analyze it and see if there’s any useful information in this guy’s soul."

Having accomplished this, Jeming then curiously directed his gaze at the boy – Chuck, who had been staring vacantly at the two of them in the sky all along.

The child’s face was a mixture of post-trauma fear from narrowly escaping death and the shock of witnessing "witchcraft" duels.

His pupils quickly contracted from the intense emotional impact, his mouth opening unconsciously, as if forgetting even to breathe.

On his young face was the purest and most primal awe and admiration for the unknown world!

Jeming looked at him, feeling somewhat intrigued.

"Interesting..." he mused, rubbing his chin with a look of surprise, "I didn’t expect that in just over a hundred years, after the initial bloodline optimization, a ’human’ like this little guy, naturally possessing near Second-Level Wizard Apprentice talent, could emerge."

"It seems," he mentally calculated, "in less than a few hundred years, the Nolun Academy Branch on this Elorcia Plane might begin officially recruiting qualified wizard apprentices locally."

Without lingering further, Jeming and David, after analyzing the information from the head, left decisively.

Watching the two figures disappearing into the horizon like meteors, Chuck remained in a daze, his gaze lingering on the enduring fascination for the existence of "wizards."