The Wizard's Pursuit of Truth

Like a clever rabbit with three burrows, these underground factions never cut off their escape routes. It allows them to retreat in time should something irreversible occur.

Wang Ya had no interest in knowing who was behind the Heize Trading Company or the Heize Exchange. The purpose of his trip was simply to purchase slaves for a virtual experiment.

Among Low-tier Extraordinary Creatures, Harak was perfect in every aspect. Its flesh and blood were highly suitable for a real-world experiment.

A large part of the experiment itself was to be applied to it, to increase its Power and explore the further possibilities of its bloodline.

As for applying it to himself, Wang Ya had no such plans for the time being.

Perhaps when the technology matured and he had all aspects under his control, he would consider creating something related for himself.

It was difficult to find an experimental subject comparable to it; Balance was the key.

Within its host, Gundas' Dog could switch between the illusory and the real. It was a spontaneous, instinctual adaptation—a dominant form of consumption.

The experiment Wang Ya was conducting aimed to make Harak the dominant party, to in turn control the instincts of Gundas' Dog. This was very difficult.

And after that, there was the even higher stage: the Evil God's Heart.

He feared that only Official Wizards had sufficient Ability to conduct such research.

As they descended deeper underground, Wang Ya's brow furrowed. His Spiritual Power was being suppressed, unable to extend more than a meter from his body—the effect of a Wizard Array.

"We've arrived, my guest." Ibuprofen stopped walking.

A solid wall completely blocked their path.

Ibuprofen pulled a small pen from his suit cuff and tapped it lightly on the wall.

The next moment, the wall rippled like water and collapsed into nothingness, revealing a massive cavern behind it.

Countless boxes resembling stasis pods filled the space. They were filled with a green liquid, inside which floated completely naked slaves. Their eyes were closed as if in a deep slumber, the only movement being the gurgling bubbles that rose from their nostrils.

These boxes were packed densely throughout the cavern, stacked into small hills.

Wang Ya's pupils contracted. 'Just how many slaves are there? They're stacked up here like cargo.'

He had mentally prepared himself, imagining many possible scenes... slaves locked in cages amidst foul odors, with messy hair, huddled in corners, their numb and hopeless eyes watching the buyers who came to select them.

But he had never imagined this. Forget cages—they didn't even have clothes. They were just stuffed naked into containers to be sold.

"I've found them, my esteemed guest." Ibuprofen had the Two-headed Giant bring over two coffin-like glass boxes.

Inside the green liquid were the delicate bodies of two women. They had fair skin, slender necks, and exquisite faces. Their long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if they could wake at any moment.

Most importantly, their long, pointed ears proved they were not human, but the extremely rare Night Moon Elves. The moon-shaped markings between their brows were the telltale sign.

"Their Spiritual Power is outstanding. Even under a double dose of sleeping potion, they show faint signs of waking. Their physical bodies are also extremely strong and adaptable, and they're a long-lived species. I can think of no creature more suitable for you, my guest, than these Night Moon Elves."

Wang Ya knew more about the Night Moon Elf race than Ibuprofen did. Given the information he'd absorbed from the second-floor Library, he could practically be called a junior Ancient One.

Indeed, just as the other man said, they were perfectly suited for a Wizard Experiment.

Wang Ya had no intention of browsing further. He cut straight to the chase and asked, "How much?"

A brilliant smile appeared on Ibuprofen's face, but it was tinged with obsequiousness. "My guest is certainly a straightforward man, and I like that very much. For you, I'll offer the biggest discount. For one thousand Magic Stones, you can take these two Night Moon Elf sisters."

Wang Ya gave Ibuprofen a blank look, then turned and walked away.

'Does he really take me for a fool?'

"Hey, guest, don't go! We can still talk! At least make a counteroffer! That's not how you do business," Ibuprofen called out from behind him, a pained look on his face.

He had truly never met a buyer like this. The price was flexible; with a little back-and-forth, it was supposed to come down.

Haggling is an art.

And if he could maintain a high price, that was the pinnacle of the art.

"Five hundred Magic Stones, my guest! That's my bottom line!"

"I don't have time to waste. The Victorian Dwarves are more honest than the Underground Dwarves. Just give me a fair price."

Wang Ya stared coolly at the Dwarf.

Ibuprofen sighed. "Well, since you were referred by Mr. BYD, I'll give you a 'friendly price.' Four hundred Magic Stones, and I'll throw in a mother-and-daughter pair from the Mortal Nobility as a bonus."

"Consider it my way of wishing you immediate success in your Wizard Experiment. They're quite good for relieving the mental stress that comes with research."

Wang Ya said, "Deal. But I don't need the bonus gift."

Long-term, isolated Wizard Experiments and solitary living could indeed lead to mental and psychological problems. This was often the root cause of mental illness.

Therefore, alleviating emotional and mental strain was essential.

Some relieved it through slaughter and torturing living beings, finding solace in their death cries.

Others found relief through relaxation, rest, or walking in nature.

Carnal release was another method, the most common one. It was even sometimes combined with the first method, but after the act, the mortal women involved often met a miserable end.

The two half-conscious Night Moon Elves, with their keen Spiritual Power, sensed the content of the conversation between Wang Ya and Ibuprofen... Their brows furrowed involuntarily, and tears fell from the corners of their eyes, mixing indistinguishably with the green liquid.