The Wizard's Pursuit of Truth

Wang Ya and Ibuprofen, of course, couldn't care less what the "goods" thought or felt.

Goods were just goods.

If you wanted to change that fate, you had to avoid becoming goods in the first place.

The balance on his Wizard Card decreased by four hundred.

In turn, two new containment boxes appeared inside Wang Ya's Silver Bracelet.

"Take care, sir. If you need anything else, remember to come find Ibuprofen."

The Victorian Dwarf stood at the entrance of his tent, waving at Wang Ya's departing figure, his eyes welling up with reluctant tears.

A second later, his face was once again wreathed in smiles as he began calculating his assets.

'I hand over seventy percent, so thirty percent is mine. If I save for another twenty years, I can go to the inner regions of the Wizard Continent and see the birthplace of Wizard Technology innovation. I can't wait.'

'If I can expand the business there, the Heize Trading Company will be completely transformed.'

.......

「In the study.」

Three minutes after taking the Night Demon Potion, its effects began to kick in, and Wang Ya experienced the agony of its side effects.

A tearing pain erupted in every corner of his body. It felt as if his spine was being ripped open to sprout a pair of wings, his limbs were being stretched, and his bones were mutating... Wang Ya gritted his teeth, holding on for dear life. Sweat dripped incessantly from his forehead, soaking his robes.

The armrests of the chair he gripped were shockingly marred with deep indentations and scratches.

His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were pale. Wang Ya looked completely drained.

Time slowly trickled by, and the tearing pain continued unabated.

At the same time, his Spiritual Power began to rise, quietly and steadily, like water from a clear spring.

It was a stable increase.

The enhancing effect of the Night Demon Potion was outstanding, and its price in Magic Stones was relatively cheap—at least cheap enough that a Low-tier Wizard had a chance of affording it.

However, the terrifying side effects made many Wizards shrink away in fear. Those who couldn't endure it would suffer physical mutations, leading to even more troublesome, sometimes lifelong, consequences.

From dawn to dusk, and back to dawn again.

A ray of sunlight streamed through the window, falling upon Wang Ya's pale cheek. His tightly shut eyes slowly opened, revealing a gaze so intense it seemed to hold a light of its own.

[Notice: The Night Demon Potion's transformation is complete. Spiritual Power increased by 0.8. Current Spiritual Power: 12.3]

He slowly extended his right hand, first uncurling his fingers, then making a grasping motion. A blank sheet of scratch paper on the desk began to float, then instantly crumpled into a tight ball.

It was as if an invisible hand had crushed it.

A smirk slowly formed on his lips.

'The feeling of growing stronger... it's truly intoxicating.'

The Advanced Meditation Method, Advanced Extraordinary Disciplines, and Extraordinary Potions—Wang Ya had already purchased and prepared everything he needed.

He no longer had to worry about anything else. His daily life became completely immersed in learning and mastering Extraordinary Knowledge.

His Wizard Experiment process was also gradually being perfected. He had tried experiments to combine and fuse his cultivated test subjects, One and Two, which generated a great deal of variables and data.

This delighted Wang Ya, as he seemed to have discovered a principle that could allow the two to fuse, with Harak's flesh and blood being the dominant component.

It would require the aid of some other Extraordinary Materials.

And so, Wang Ya began to experiment, running trials in both the virtual and physical realms.

Meanwhile, he was also making headway in his mastery of Advanced Witchcraft Knowledge. He could begin tentatively practicing the two spells: Fear of the Flame Demon and Flame Demon Roar.

And all of this had taken a mere three months...