Wizard: I Can Refine Everything

Chapter 78: Chapter 78: The Mysterious Black-Robed Wizard

Indescribable fear surged through Richard again. That eye did nothing but cast a glance at him, and his entire body felt like it was about to disintegrate.

“World Master, it must be a World Master!” Richard thought to himself in terror.

That eye definitely belonged to a World Master.

The deranged Wizard looked at Richard mockingly. Although he too was frozen by the World Master’s overwhelming presence, to him, it represented the majesty of his Master.

“Oh my Master, descend upon this world,” the deranged Wizard shouted near madness.

But the next moment, he noticed something was off.

How was Richard moving?

Under the might of the Blood-Red Master, how could such an insect like Richard even stir!

Richard slowly moved his hand to the pocket at his waist. Unlike this ignorant deranged Wizard, he had legitimately met the Great Wizard. During his last encounter with the Great Wizard, Richard’s body had adapted to the extreme fear.

Now, Richard could move somewhat normally under the slightly lesser pressure from the World Master. @@novelbin@@

The space rift was gradually expanding, as though the owner of those blood-red eyes truly intended to descend upon this world.

Richard reached into his Magic Pocket and pulled out three black cylinders.

“Magic Equipment? Foolish lamb, do you still struggle? Submit at the feet of my Master. My Master will bring a perfect Earthly Heaven to this world!” the deranged Wizard shouted fanatically.

But Richard ignored him, only silently estimating the distance to the altar.

“I am three meters away from the altar; this distance should be enough.”

Richard looked at the altar and suddenly channeled Magic Power into his heart. The next moment, a strong force burst from his heart, giving him the power for one throw.

“Go!”

The three cylinders hit the altar precisely.

“Three, two…”

“It’s useless!” the deranged Wizard laughed madly. “Unless a Wizard intervenes, no one can break this altar…”

“One!”

Boom!

Blinding light burst forth like the dawn of chaos, enveloping the altar in an instant.

The next instant, a thunderous noise echoed through the hall, leaving Richard dizzy.

The bright light dissipated, and the altar was gone.

“The altar… disappeared? How is that possible!” the deranged Wizard stared blankly at where the altar had stood, now only a dark crater remained.

“This can’t be, it can’t be!”

The deranged Wizard crawled like a dog to where the altar had been, trying to find evidence that it was all an illusion.

But once gone, it was gone; no matter how he searched, he couldn’t bring back an almost vaporized altar.

Richard quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that the three Annihilation Hand Grenades of a thousand Energy Level each were indeed powerful.

Without these grenades, he would have probably met his end today.

But before he could catch his breath, a “click” sound entered his ears.

“No way.” Richard felt disheartened and shifted his gaze towards the location of the altar.

In the very space where the altar had been, countless blood-red tentacles burst through the void, forcefully tearing open a Space Rift.

This thing had come back!

“Damn it…”

As Richard looked at the blood-red tentacles, he cursed profusely inside. He had destroyed the altar, yet this World Master was still eager to meet its demise.

Is this person head hell-bent on courting death?

The crazed wizard broke into a wild laughter,

“Ha ha ha ha… I knew my master wouldn’t fail like this… Huh? Why have you returned, my master?”

Before the crazed wizard could finish his laughter, he saw blood-red tentacles suddenly retract into the space rift, as if sensing something and preparing to flee.

“Heh heh heh… You think you can come to the Wizard World and just leave?”

In an instant, the space in the underground hall seemed to freeze, the retracting tentacles were fixed in midair, and a space rift appeared out of nowhere. A wizard in a black robe stepped out.

“Little fellow, your task is over.”

Richard watched the wizard, whose presence radiated an evil and maniacal aura, resembling a Destructive Demon God in human skin,

but he felt not an ounce of fear, and even… felt a strong kinship to him.

It was as though this terrifying wizard was his own family.

“Is this… a spell?”

Confusion flashed through Richard’s mind. Was his mind being manipulated?

The wizard in the black robe paid no attention to Richard’s reaction, his arm reached out from beneath his robe toward the blood-red tentacles, grabbing at air as if holding the entire space of the underground hall in his hand. Richard felt an overwhelming pressure, and the crazed wizard seemed to endure even more, directly transforming into a puddle of flesh under this pressure.

Boom…

The World Master behind the rift decided to sacrifice the pawn to save the king, severing the portion of its tentacle that had extended into the Wizard World.

But the black-robed wizard was not done yet. He chuckled eerily and immediately reached his arm into the space rift, braving the temporal flux to catch hold of the owner of the blood-red tentacles.

“No alien is allowed to invade the Wizard World!”

The two fearsome creatures battled across the chaotic flux of time and space, while Richard watched on the side, his heart pounding with fear.

Soon, the black-robed wizard withdrew his arms, holding a bloody, thick tentacle in his hand.

The tentacle was covered in mysterious patterns, and Richard felt dizzy and nearly fainted just from a brief glance.

“Flesh Rule, still somewhat useful.”

The black-robed wizard nonchalantly opened another space rift, threw the tentacle into it, and then collected the other wriggling, convulsing tentacles from the ground as well, leaving only one the size of an arm.

“Little fellow, you did well.” The black-robed wizard approached Richard with the tentacle, “Evacuating civilians was a wise decision, and sticking to your duties is an admirable quality.”

Richard hurriedly stood up and respectfully performed the Wizard’s Salute.

“Master, I am Richard, apprentice of the 432nd class at the Black Tower Wizard Academy. I am honored to receive your praise.”

“You did well, this little thing is your reward.” The black-robed wizard tossed the tentacle piece to Richard. “Though that World Master is a Level 4 Creature, most of the essence in this tentacle has been reclaimed by it, and what’s left is now just a shell.

Whether you keep it as a specimen or study its body structure is up to you. It’s not dangerous.”

With that, the black-robed wizard stepped forward and vanished without a trace.

“Not dangerous…” Richard gripped the tentacle in his hand, his Miracle Furnace within his soul trembling slightly.

[Material: Unknown tentacle]

[Refinable Rule: Flesh (Extremely Incomplete) (Dissipating)]

[Refinement Cost: 5 Soul Power]

[Proceed with Refinement?]

“Flesh Rule, Soul Power…” Richard found himself in a dilemma.

Soul Power represented the upper limit of Richard’s mental strength; choosing to refine would cause him to plummet from an advanced wizard apprentice to an intermediate one.

This would be disadvantageous for the upcoming apprentice exchange competition.

But the Flesh Rule being refined was no ordinary thing.

Creatures capable of touching such rules must at least be on the level of a Three Rings Wizard. Although this rule is extremely incomplete now, for him, an apprentice, it is undoubtedly a great benefit.

So… to refine, or not to refine?

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