Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

Bagging it is the safe play, right?

At that moment, the voice rang out again.

“Link Grande, the unknown ’seed¹ you’ve chosen is in fact a remnant of a shattered world’s origins, having a certain potential for growth. You have several options to process it:”

“First, apply to the academy to sacrifice the ‘seed’s’ potential for growth, refining it into a space-type storage magic tool;”

“Second, apply to the academy to sacrifice the ‘seed’s’ growth potential, refining it into a space-type attack tool;”

“Third, apply to the academy to sacrifice the ‘seed’s’ growth potential, refining it into a space-type defense magic tool;”

“Fourth, apply to the academy to sacrifice the ‘seed’s’ growth potential, refining it into a space-type teleportation tool;”

“Fifth, preserve the ‘seed’s’ potential for growth, invest a large amount of resources, and cultivate the ‘seed’.”

“Please make your decision within ten minutes.”

After listening to this long list of options, Link’s hand, hovering over the “seed”, froze in place.

This was another difficult multiple-choice decision.

Each option was incredibly tempting.

Whether it was the storage magic tool, the space-type attack tool, the space­type defense magic tool, or the teleportation tool, all were highly cherished by all wizards.

Even if Link closes his eyes and randomly picks, there is no wrong choice.

However, despite the mechanistic and monotonous tone of the voice, it tended to suggest that Link should choose the fifth option.

It kept emphasizing the “potential for growth”!

He who can be convinced to eat well will be better off.”

After much internal struggle, Link suppressed his desire to possess a space­type magic tool and made his decision.

“I choose the fifth option.”

Link yelled out, his tone lacked the confidence it previously held.

“A smart choice.”

The voice sounded again. The tone suddenly changed a bit.

It seemed that the wizard from the academy who was controlling the competition and allocating the rewards behind the scenes, was very pleased with Link’s choice.

But before Link could enjoy his sense of satisfaction, content that he had made a right decision, another dreaded multiple-choice appeared.

“Link Grande, inside the ‘seed’ that already belongs to you, there are two independent life consciousnesses with the potential to become a ‘spirit’. You have following options:”

“First, obliterate the mature, unruly, rebellious consciousness that could help you immediately;

Second, obliterate the juvenile, benign, but resource-draining consciousness that can’t help you for a long time;

Third, obliterate both life consciousnesses and cultivate a ‘spirit’ separately.”

Link immediately fell silent.

Having given such detailed descriptions, how could Link not guess the true identities of the two life consciousnesses?

Who else could it be but the God Slayer and his daughter?

The mature one was the God Slayer, the juvenile one was his daughter.

“Can I keep them both?”

After a lot of hesitation, Link asked hopefully.

He was a bit greedy, he wanted to have it all.

“No.”

The voice promptly rejected Link’s probing and urged him to make his choice.

“Please make a decision.”

Link took a deep breath and made a decision: “Please allow me to communicate with them.”

“Granted.”

Inside the heart of the “seed”.

The dormant consciousness of the God Slayer woke up.

He lifted his head, gazing at the “sky”, and saw a pair of pupils as black as night.

In an instant, the God Slayer understood everything.

His hollow eyes, flickering like flames, stared at the black pupils for a long time.

He lowered his stubbornly raised head.

His pale skeleton hands crossed against each other and pressed against his brow.

He solemnly prayed:

“Oh, almighty and merciful Lord.”

“Your humble servant implores you.”

“I beg of you for your grace.”

“I beg of you for your mercy.”

“I beg you to let me see my daughter one more time.”

“I beg you to let my daughter live forever in your kingdom.”

“Oh, almighty and merciful Lord.”

“Your humble servant implores you.”

“I beg of you for your compassion.”

After his prayer, the God Slayer’s head drooped.

Hoping.