Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 655 - 13: The Three Major Factions

Barro sluggishly followed Jim, and when he came to his senses, he couldn’t help but curiously ask:

"Are there many people in this world who have extraordinary powers?"

"Not many."

Jim shook his head:

"Many people might never encounter such people in their lifetime; it was only by coincidence that I came into contact with the extraordinary world."

"Why hide it?" Barro was puzzled:

"Fear stems from the unknown. Wouldn’t it be better if everyone knew that extraordinary powers exist in this world?"

"Heh..." Jim chuckled lightly:

"I used to think the same way."

"But once you have more contact, you’ll understand. Some sources of extraordinary power are inherently evil and chaotic, and once exposed, they can lead to the collapse of the existing social order. The Nightwatcher guards against this strictly."

"This..." Barro furrowed his brow:

"Is the Temple of Gods an anti-government organization?"

"Pretty much." Jim nodded:

"The Temple of Gods has two purposes: one is to resurrect the gods, and the other is to hunt down and kill vampires."

"It’s been like this for hundreds of years!"

As for how to resurrect the gods or what vampires look like, Jim himself didn’t know.

He only knew.

The Temple of Gods and the Blood Alliance were archenemies.

Both belonged to dark forces that couldn’t stand the light, while the Nightwatcher Organization constantly suppressed them.

"So, the Nightwatcher is stronger?"

Barro spoke:

"The Blood Alliance and the Temple of Gods combined aren’t as strong as the Nightwatcher Organization?"

"Quite the opposite." Jim turned around, his gaze filled with a strange look:

"From what I know, the Nightwatcher Organization is the weakest of the three major forces. They need to rely on some special things to contend with the Temple of Gods."

"Just like Fast City..."

"The Nightwatcher Organization has only one Third Tier Expert, while the Temple of Gods has at least three, and the Blood Alliance is unknown."

Barro’s heart sank.

He had come into contact with the Nightwatcher, and the people there gave him a good impression, naturally inclining his heart towards them.

The Temple of Gods seemed more like an evil organization trying to overturn the existing order.

"Come!"

Jim stopped and pointed at the experimental pod in front of him:

"This is the latest experimental progress. Familiarize yourself with it, and you’ll assist me as my deputy next."

Barro looked up, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

Inside the transparent experimental pod, there were hamster, fox, raccoon, and other animals.

Tubes were inserted into them, with dark red liquid flowing through the tubes.

As a researcher, Barro knew that certain studies required animal sacrifices, and he didn’t have any idle sympathy.

But...

The strange patterns at the bottom of the experimental pod, the odd symbols on the animals, made him feel disgusted from deep within his heart.

A natural revulsion!

And the liquid flowing through those tubes seemed like some kind of blood, which also felt somewhat familiar to him.

Huh?

"That blood..."

"Yours."

Jim spoke:

"Your current task is to draw a few tubes of blood each day for research and analysis, and also to record the changes in these experimental models."

"Rest assured!"

He comforted:

"I’ve thoroughly examined your body; its powerful hematopoietic function can provide a large amount of blood."

Barro turned pale.

He finally understood why he was so weak and the purpose of the few access needles on his body.

He,

was also an experimental subject!

And the most important one.

In the following days, Barro drew blood daily, observed data, and assisted Professor Jim with various experiments.

He thought of resisting.

But,

besides Jim, there were two terrifyingly powerful Stone Statue Ghosts here, easily overwhelming him.

Once, Jim got angry and directly had one of the Stone Statue Ghosts break his legs.

If not for his special constitution, he would have been crippled.

"Boom!"

Staring at the corpse in the experimental pod, Jim’s face twisted, and he slammed his fists on the table in front of him.

"Why? Why?"

He roared in anger, grinding his teeth:

"The process is identical, so why can’t the experiment be replicated?"

"Professor." Barro, constantly in a weak state due to daily bloodletting, quietly said:

"Could it be that the theory is flawed?"

"Impossible!" Jim suddenly turned around, his eyes glowing wickedly red:

"If the theory is wrong, how could you possibly appear in front of me?"

If the theory was wrong,

everything would have to be started over.

Jim definitely wouldn’t admit it.

"Something might be missing, or perhaps... blood alone isn’t enough." Jim squinted, murmuring:

"Maybe some organs should be added."

?

Barro’s face changed dramatically.

Before he could react, a Stone Statue Ghost had already rushed over, pinning him to the ground.

Jim picked up a scalpel from the side, held down Barro’s hand, and chopped off a finger with one swift motion.

"Ah!"

A cry of agony rang out.

...

A few days later.

With hair disheveled and eyes lifeless, Barro paced in the laboratory, recording various data with a notebook.

His fingers and toes were missing parts, and there were scars from surgeries on his abdomen and back, stitched up after operations.

"Boom!"

A white mouse inside the experimental pod suddenly exploded, blood and flesh splattering on the specially-made bulletproof glass, pulling Barro slightly back to his senses.

"Failed again?"

Jim rushed over, his face showing anger:

"What exactly went wrong?"

...

"Still thinking of resisting?"

His face twisted, black tentacles extending from his back, Jim grabbed Barro with one hand and threw him to the ground:

"Everything about you is mine, including your body!"

"Before the experiment yields results, don’t even think about leaving here!"

"Boom!"

The tentacles wrapped around Barro, throwing him into a test chamber filled with unknown fluid, just like a guinea pig used in experiments.

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Sedon Hotel.

The most luxurious hotel in Fast City, also one of the most renowned hotels of the Federation, owned by a consortium no less than the BHP Group.

The rooftop.

The night wind stirred gently.

Carl, guided by the service staff, arrived at a spot near the railing and pulled over a chair to sit down.

Someone was already waiting across from him.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, sharp features, both heroic and divine, Remiller raised his glass in gesture:

"Old friend, we meet again."

"Indeed!"

Carl sat down, sighing softly:

"It’s been hundreds of years. I never expected that once-obscure messenger to become a divine."

That’s right!

Once Angel Remiller, now already a divine!

A Fifth Tier middle-level god!

However,

In Carl’s perception, Remiller’s divine rank, divinity, and divine fire were in some kind of unstable state.

"Heh..." Remiller’s gaze was calm, taking a sip of wine, he spoke softly:

"I only received the grace of the Main God."

"But you..."

"The mysterious wizard, every time I see you, you always surprise me, and it’s the same now."

"What happened back then?" Carl smiled faintly, shifting the topic:

"Where did the gods go?"

"You should be the one answering that." Remiller’s eyes were profound:

"The God Slaying Spear, it’s what you gave me."

"The God Slaying Spear can kill a divine, but it doesn’t account for the current state." Carl spoke:

"There must have been something else that happened."

Remiller’s lips moved slightly, but he didn’t intend to answer.

Within the clouds.

’Black Wizard’ Abbott used invisibility witchcraft, holding a magic wand, approaching the rooftop of the hotel.

’There is no way, that residence is a secret base of the Temple of Gods, it cannot be sold to outsiders.’

’Since there’s no persuading Norma, I’ll have to come to you.’

’Professor Carl!’

Murmuring in his heart, he slowly approached his target, but just as he was about to act, Abbott saw the figure opposite Carl.

His movements stiffened, and confusion showed in his eyes.

"Lord!"

"Is it you?"

"Why does someone look so much like you?"

His lips trembled, and he had trouble holding the magic wand steadily.