Lakeside Town No. 12465

Lakeside Town No. 12465

Isaac prepared to visit the Cabin in the Woods and formally make contact with the Wizarding World.

Though he was now a Formal Wizard, in terms of pure strength, he was actually weaker than ninety percent of Formal Wizards.

At the very least, he stood no chance against Smith.

A qualified Formal Wizard was supposed to be slightly stronger than a Knight of the same rank. Reality was not a game; there was no such thing as balance. Wizards were simply an absurdly overpowered class.

This was also a process that most Legendary Wizards had to go through. After all, unlike Arcanists, they did not advance step by step, so their methods naturally could not compare.

Ignoring the father and son, who had yet to recover from their shock, Isaac left the dining room and first returned to the laboratory and bedroom. After taking a bottle of Potion and three hundred Gold Coins, he headed into the Woodland.

Strands of sunlight filtered through the Branches and Leaves, scattering specks of light across the ground. Isaac, dressed in a loose gray Wizard Robe and wearing a large Wizard Hat, walked through the Woodland with a face full of wonder.

It was actually this realistic!

Was this the power of a mighty wizard?

The Woodland had clearly only just appeared, yet there were already plenty of dead leaves and withered branches scattered across the ground, as though it had always been there. He could not understand it...

Filled with curiosity, Isaac arrived at the center of the Woodland and saw a lake, a wooden boat, a wooden cabin, a cauldron, and an Old Witch stirring a red liquid in front of the cauldron.

Isaac stopped more than ten meters away from the Old Witch. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, tightly gripped the pockets inside, while the Demon Claw within his body stood ready to emerge at any moment. If anything went wrong, the Rat Corpse concealed in his sleeves would instantly come back to life!

However, the Old Witch merely glanced at him. When her gaze swept over Isaac's sleeves, she chuckled softly before saying, "The Sorcerer's Market is in the lake. Row the boat there yourself. You can post and accept tasks in the cabin. Relax a little—the Cabin in the Woods is dedicated to nurturing new wizards. If I wanted to harm you, you would have no ability to resist."

After saying that, the Old Witch continued stirring the cauldron. Isaac only took one glance before withdrawing his gaze. She was not brewing a Potion, merely maintaining the liquid inside. Even such maintenance required material consumption, something only wealthy wizards would do.

After withdrawing his gaze, Isaac thought it over and decided the Old Witch was right. He lowered his guard slightly, then entered the cabin first.

Pushing open the door, he was met with sheets of paper plastered everywhere. Upon closer inspection, they were all sorts of tasks: some sought companions for adventures, some sought research partners, and some sought apprentices...

However, the majority were advertisements seeking to purchase all kinds of bizarre materials and recruit members for Sorcerer Organizations.

Isaac was immensely enthusiastic about the Wizarding World, so he did not rush to leave the cabin. Instead, he carefully read through the notices inside.

After looking around, Isaac gained a general understanding of Sorcery Materials and Sorcerer Organizations.

First, Sorcery Materials were much like what he had previously learned about. There was all sorts of random nonsense, and unlike Arcanists, there was no unified standard.

For example, materials from rats included Three-Month Rat Droppings, Six-Month-Six-Day Rat Droppings, White Hair from a gray rat one month old and three centimeters long, Adult Field Mouse Nail...

There were all kinds of bizarre materials with strange prerequisite requirements. For things like these, one had to specifically post tasks to purchase them. If he collected them himself, who knew how long it would take?

Of course, aside from these strange Sorcery Materials, there were also Arcane Materials with unified standards. However, purchase requests for those were rare, and even when they appeared, they sought exceptionally precious materials that ordinary shops could not possibly sell.

The Sorcerer Organizations, on the other hand, surprised Isaac somewhat. There were simply too many of them!

Legendary Wizards were unlike Arcanists. As the times developed, those Extraterrestrial Beings only grew more cunning, and the success rate of advancement rituals became lower and lower. The inheritance of Legendary Wizards had become increasingly difficult. Under such circumstances, it was truly not easy for so many Sorcerer Organizations to exist.

Moreover, this revealed something—the number of Legendary Wizards might not be as small as Isaac had imagined.

Either there was a problem with the inheritance on his side, and the actual situation of Legendary Wizards was not yet so dire, while Arcanists were merely a newly emerged wizard faction that did not occupy the mainstream; or this world was far larger than he had imagined!

Just like those map-hopping novels from his previous life, this world contained even higher-level regions!

But either possibility was only Isaac's guess. He still knew far too little at the moment. He needed to keep learning~

After reflecting for a moment, Isaac tugged at his Wizard Hat, turned, and left the cabin. He stepped onto the wooden boat by the lake. In an instant, a breeze stirred, and the boat beneath his feet began moving on its own, carrying him toward the center of the lake.

The Old Witch before the cabin continued stirring the cauldron in front of her, but the sidelong glance she gave Isaac held a trace of surprise. In this day and age, it had been a long time since such an arrogant Legendary Wizard had appeared. He had actually forcibly seized a strand of Demon Origin...

This world seemed rather interesting~

Isaac, on the other hand, did not notice the Old Witch's gaze. The moment he stepped onto the boat, his attention shifted completely elsewhere.

As the boat moved forward, a great deal of mist suddenly rose from the previously calm lake. In the blink of an eye, everything around him became a vast expanse of white, and he could only see two or three meters ahead.

Isaac's brows furrowed slightly. His hands inside his sleeves gripped the pockets again, while the Demon Claw behind his head was ready to appear at any moment.

Fortunately, no accident occurred. After the boat traveled through the white fog for one or two minutes, the mist suddenly dispersed, and Isaac arrived before the harbor of a small town overflowing with an ancient aura!

Lakeside Town No. 12465

Looking at the wooden sign beside the docked boat, which bore the town's name, Isaac raised his brows slightly. This number was rather interesting.

Isaac became even more convinced of the guess in his heart. At the same time, a faint sense of excitement slowly rose within him. With the Golden Finger in hand, it seemed like things would be rather boring if he cleared everything too quickly.

Setting aside his fantasies, Isaac stepped forward into the town, curiously observing everything around him.

After leaving the harbor, Isaac found himself facing an ancient street paved with dark stone bricks. A heavy, age-old aura rushed toward him, and at the same time, a stream of information accompanied that ancient aura into his mind.

Isaac's expression shifted slightly, because it was actually a general introduction to Lakeside Town and a detailed introduction to the street before him!

According to the information, Lakeside Town was where all wizards in the current world exchanged information. Whether Witches, Legendary Wizards, or the new-era Arcanists, as long as they were sound spellcasters, no matter where they were, they could come here to trade as long as there was a Woodland nearby!

Of course, one could only leave from where one had entered. Only trading was allowed here.

There was a great deal of information to digest, but Isaac no longer focused on that, because his most urgent priority was to grow stronger. Only after becoming stronger would he be qualified to explore these secrets.

Thus, what he cared about was the second piece of information—Wand Avenue.