Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

What could excite Elise Clark, a lady of noble upbringing so much that she couldn’t contain her exhilaration? It must be of much interest.

Link was immediately intrigued.

Before Link could ask, Elise Clarke herself revealed the mystery. “If you saved this little world from the brink of annihilation, then the Source of the World would grant you a treasure imbued with the rules of the Source.

This kind of treasure is rarely seen and cannot be sought after.

If you could merge this kind of treasure into your Destiny Witchcraft when you become an Official Wizard, it could not only dramatically increase the power of your Destiny Witchcraft, but also make the potential growth of your Destiny Witchcraft extremely high!”

“What if this world was destroyed instead?”

Link reasoned that the wizard school wouldn’t engage in pointless actions.

If rescuing this small world could yield hefty returns, it must have provided an alternative option that would not yield as much.

The rewards from destroying the world would certainly be substantial.

Elise Clarke responded: “If you annihilated this small world completely, you would receive the remnants of the Source rules.

This could also enhance your Destiny Witchcraft, and the effect wasn’t much different from the treasure. The immediate rewards were even greater.

The only drawback is that, after you enter the Heavenly World, there’s a good chance that you would be rejected by other worlds.

Link nodded his head, beginning to understand the distinction somewhat, in short and simple terms, this is the difference between righteousness and dominance.

If put simply, it’s like discovering an oil field, the Beautiful Country dispatches military forces to subvert the local authority, then smuggle goods using a warship;

While the Foodie Country rushes to the region disrupted by the Beautiful Country, undertakes the task of post-war reconstruction, and exchanges reconstruction funds for the rights to the oil fields.

Yes.

It was just like that.

“Thankyou for sharing this knowledge with me.”

Link, not being ungrateful, sincerely said thanks. That which Elise Clark just said, those who understood, understood. Those who didn’t understand but wanted to, they basically couldn’t find a way.

A truth is meant to be passed down through words, not through books. This phrase perfectly depicts similar situations.

“Hey! Don’t be formal with me, we’re teammates. Elise Clark waved her hand in a hearty manner and said, “Moreover, I’ve had a lot of fun being in a team with you! Telling you these things is not a big deal!” Her idea of having fun was the occasions when people or beasts, especially those of the “Pure Blood will,” kept giving her things to explode – exploding here, exploding there, explosions everywhere.

If Andriya Norman was truly the “Pure Blood will’s” trojanhorse, itwouldn’t be long before she could once again indulge in the joy of creating explosions.

“I still have to thankyou.”

After conveying his thanks, Link began to get busy.

It was night, and even if one were to take refuge in a cave, the camp still needed setting.

Link opened up his big, quarter-emptied bag and took out the camping equipment.

Tents, sleeping bags – all that he needed was well compressed and folded into

their own sectors.

Elise Clark had been watching Link with her head tilted to the side. After she saw Link finishing the set-up for a single-person tent, Elise Clark took out a model-like pink tent from her backpack and absentmindedly threw it onto the ground.

Link finally got to see the magic tool with the “resize at will” feature again. Last time, it was when Wizard Palo contracted the hovercraft at Katosi Harbor in Quete Archipelago. (See Chapter 4).

He shot it an indifferent glance, not envious in the slightest.

As someone who had seen the world, right?

Link was not envious at all. Instead, he casually turned around, his back facing that gleaming pink tent that appeared to be shining with the glow of a magic stone.

“Hehe~”

Elise Clark let out a giggling, bell-like laughter.

On the other hand.

When Dalton Collen and his group experienced the sudden switch of daylight to nightfall, they were startled for a moment, but they managed to calm themselves down quickly.

Guided by the moonlight, the group found a suitable place to set up camp and spend the night.

Everyone took out their own camping gear, busying themselves for a while before setting up the campsite.

Starting a bonfire for light and warmth would be unwise. What if it attracted wild beasts? If they could deal with it, it would be fine. But if they were not able to, they may be chased around all night.

They used a simple water purification method to get some clean water and, with dry rations, managed a modest supper to fill their stomachs.

After each of them had arranged their respective precautionary measures, they were not in the mood for chatting. One by one, they entered their tents to rest.

Well-

Given the delicacy of their relationships and the uneasy atmosphere among them, they actually did not arrange for keeping watch during the night.

This was a cardinal mistake when camping outdoors! Everyone was in their tents with their own thoughts. Dalton Cohen’s face was completely desolate. Before the boss left, he had already been told through their pre-agreed method to be observant of any strange behaviors by Andriya Norman.

Along the way, Dalton Collen noticed the marks left by the boss and silently took on the task of leading the group towards the location signaled by their boss.

As they marched on, Dalton Collen appeared to be busy leading the way, but more than half of his attention was always focused on Andriya Norman.

What disappointed him was that Andriya Norman indeed displayed unusual behavior.

This made Dalton Collen involuntarily recall the incident about eating the fruit.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Andriya Norman’s low-level mistake must have been motivated by something.

It seemed like she wanted to evade something in this manner.

If Dalton Collen’s speculation was correct, and she had strayed into a trap set by others, she could escape for a while, but could she escape forever?

Therefore, Dalton Collen didn’t disapprove of the boss’s decision to target Andriya Norman directly, he just felt sorrow for his own genuine feelings.

Alas…

Dalton Collen sighed, and stopped daydreaming, and cast his attention on the neighboring tent instead.

Andriya Norman’s heart pounded wildly.

The moment night fell, her earrings vibrated lightly twice.

This signaled that someone was not far from her.

Andriya Norman became somewhat nervous.

Lying in her sleeping bag, she stared at the top of the tent, her gaze unfocused, lost in thought for a while.

She put aside all thoughts and fortified her resolve.

“It’s not my fault. I was prepared to be eliminated, blame yourself for rescuing

me.”

Andriya Norman mumbled with lips trembling, speaking in a very low voice that only she could hear.

Tracey Lucia didn’t know how to describe her feelings at the moment. On the first day of entering this small world, let alone the main mission of the two-district competition, she didn’t even have time for side missions, all her energy was completely taken up by the mission.

First, a trio sent good news, they had found Link Grande’s whereabouts and planned to kill him.

Afterwards, contact was lost, and they completely disappeared. This situation could only mean that their attempt to kill had failed and they themselves had been killed instead.

After a brief shock, Tracey Lucia accepted this fact.

If Link Grande was so easy to kill, her brother wouldn’t have had her take charge personally.

Then, Tracey Lucia successfully met up with two other trios.

This was good news.

Later, near the location indicated by the lost trio, they found a pit three meters deep and more than twenty meters wide.

Three special miniature smart brains lay at the bottom of the pit, seemingly mocking them.

Despite having a numerical advantage, three against one, they were counter- killed.

It was a slap in the face.

just as they were burning with rage but had no clue in which direction to pursue, Hawk Lucia’s chess piece, a backup plan, suddenly sprung up and activated real-time positioning transmission.

With the turn of events, Tracey Lucia immediately led two trios towards the moving mole.

After a relentless chase, they finally caught up after nightfall.

“Stop.”

Tracey Lucia halted the two groups, and observed Dalton Cohen’s camp from a higher vantage point.

Three UFO detectors covered several kilometers around the area for reconnaissance.

They had even spread as far as the ravine where Link and Elise Clark were located.

“Send a signal, notify the insider, and askhim to provide precise information.” Tracey Lucia gave an order.

The two trios each had a member from the “Pure Blood Will” mainly responsible for reconnaissance and liaison.

They exchanged a glance, and one of them initiated contact with Andriya Norman.

After a round of whispered conversation, that person reported, “The insider isn’t close to the target right now, they are at least 10 minutes apart.

“The intelligence is not precise enough, we cannot act rashly. Tracey Lucia ordered coldly, “Get the insider to move, lead us to the target.” “Yes!”

Tracey Lucia had no regard for whether Andriya Norman was at a convenient moment, or whether there would be unbearable consequences after the action. The “Pure Blood Will” member in charge of liaison thought similarly.

She’s just a dog anyways, dead or alive.

If one dies, they could always raise a new one.

There were countless dogs lining up begging to be put on a leash.

Who would be afraid of not having a helmsman if they have bones and a whip in hand?

Joke!