Sooner or Later, the Golden Finger Will Be the Death of Me

Hearing Thor's words, Keli rested her chin on her hands and muttered, "There's no point in going out; there's war everywhere. It's either conflict between nations or wars between races. Although the Gorsa Wizard Tower is a bit dangerous and terrifying, it at least serves as a deterrent to the region and is a place where one can focus on their studies."

Thor was still very curious about this world in his heart; after all, he was currently a passive shut-in. "Is it still that chaotic outside?"

"Of course. Secular power fluctuates based on the strength of the Wizard World. Before I came here, I heard that one wizard faction was wiped out by another group of wizards, and the countries they controlled were immediately carved up by surrounding nations and tribes."

The Wizard World...

He wondered if the Wizard World outside was just as filled with strangeness and terror as the Wizard Tower.

"Keli, do you know how people outside view the Gorsa Wizard Tower?" Thor wanted to inquire about the strength of the Wizard Tower.

"The Tower Master of this Wizard Tower is a Level 2 Wizard. Generally, the range of influence for a Level 2 Wizard covers the surrounding territories and cities."

"To ordinary people, this place is a man-eating demon. But many powerful nobles believe this is the birthplace of the strong who control the world. They fear the Wizard Tower while simultaneously relying on it."

"My father is the Duke of Meigao Territory. He was only able to become Duke because my grandfather was a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice. That's why the Meigao Territory was passed to my father instead of my cousin."

So Keli was a Duke's daughter; no wonder she had so many Magic Crystals and treasures as soon as she entered the Wizard Tower.

"As soon as my father inherited the title of Duke, he started having children day and night. He would test each one for wizard talent. If they didn't have any, he'd just find some place to raise them. Those like me who have wizard talent are carefully raised until the age of twelve and then sent to the Wizard Tower."

Relying on the protection of the older generation, only to continue reaping the dividends from the younger one?

But wasn't a Duke who treated his children entirely as tools afraid of being bitten back one day?

"Does anyone else in your family besides you have wizard talent?" Thor asked.

Keli nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Wizard descendants are always more likely to be born with wizard talent. I have two older brothers who were also sent to other wizard factions, but their talent isn't as good as mine. That's why I could be sent to such a distant place. The Gorsa Wizard Tower is quite famous, and the threshold for accepting apprentices is higher than in other places."

Speaking of her own excellent talent, Keli didn't look particularly proud; instead, she puffed out her cheeks and clenched her fists.

"Anyway, I must become a Level 3 Apprentice before I turn thirty. I don't want to go back and be a backer for those good-for-nothings!"

A Level 3 Apprentice!

Thor thought of the powerful and eerie Kongsha. Was her making him steal the brains of Level 1 and Level 2 apprentices also for the sake of breaking through to Level 3?

And there was Senior Byron, who also looked very strong, yet he still couldn't become a Level 3 Apprentice before the age of thirty.

"I've never seen a Level 3 Apprentice in the Wizard Tower."

"I haven't really seen Level 3 Wizard Apprentices around me before either. I heard they are always traveling or conducting research."

The two sighed for a while about the Level 3 Apprentices, who were even more mysterious than official wizards, and finally stopped their discussion, each immersing themselves in an ocean of knowledge.

However, Thor's mind kept wandering while he studied.

At times, he felt that with his level of bad luck, he didn't need to consider whether he could become a Level 3 Apprentice by thirty; he should just worry about whether he could live to thirty.

At other times, he felt that since he was a transmigrator, he couldn't lose face for his predecessors; he had to push through even if he had to grit his teeth and use the Hardcover Book!

At other times, he would mentally review the experimental procedures for the afternoon, constantly warning himself to be doubly careful in certain areas.

In short, the morning's public class passed by in such a distracted state.

Leaving the noisy public classroom, Thor walked along the spiraling downward ramp.

The number of companions around him grew fewer and fewer.

Keli also said goodbye to him at the sixth floor.

Continuing downward.

The candlelight seemed to dim by several degrees.

Continuing downward.

A faint, putrid stench drifted into his nostrils.

Thor pushed open the first scarlet door and locked himself inside.

"Hoo—"

Thor let out a long breath.

He didn't know when it started, but he felt a sense of peace whenever he entered the Corpse Room on the second floor of the East Tower.

It wasn't that this place was particularly safe, but rather that this was the foundation for him to grow stronger and survive.

"I am not a genius," he told himself. "If I studied step-by-step like Keli, I wouldn't be able to pass the test in two months."

He looked at his cabinet, which was filled with various experimental tools.

Thor knew that once the Wizard Body Modification began, there would be no turning back.

Who knew what he would look like after the modification?

The terrifying Kongsha? The disgusting Gudo? The Monica who looked like she was in constant pain?

But if he didn't move forward, he would sooner or later be dragged into the abyss by powerful enemies.

Thor looked down at his thin body and thought to himself, "I'm sorry, I'm going to do some bad things to your body. I hope you have already found a place to be reincarnated."

Thor walked to the cabinet, took out the various materials (secretly obtained) that he had prepared over the past month, and began his experiment.

The crucible was lit, and the base liquid was poured in.

The various shapes of test tubes and beakers had all been wiped clean.

All materials were placed within easy reach.

Thor began his path of courting death.

Originally, Thor had wanted to follow the example of senior Mark and perform procedures on his own hands.

Especially after obtaining the Phantom Sound Pupil, he had once considered stuffing that eyeball into his own eye socket.

But after some consideration, he gave up on the idea.

Eyes are fragile and sensitive, and if he were to accidentally go blind, it would have too great an impact on his future.

Since this was his first experiment, it was better to choose some safer organs that wouldn't matter if they were lost.

The potion he had obtained from Kongsha last night gave Thor a new idea.

Since merely smelling the potion with his nose could enhance his meditation, it meant that the nasal cavity was also capable of absorbing medicinal power.

Expanding on that thought, the skin also has pores.

In his past life, there were cases of medicinal plasters curing illnesses and skin poisoning leading to death.

Both of these were worth trying.

In the end, Thor chose the nasal cavity, which was relatively higher in risk.

It wasn't that he liked taking risks.

Alright, he did like taking risks a little bit.

But more importantly, he might not have enough time for multiple experiments.

Naturally, he had to choose the one with a higher success rate and greater efficiency.

"I hope I don't end up with a pig's nose because of this."

Thor took out his notes, which listed the general procedures and precautions based on Green's Cognition of Wizard Body Modification.

He recalled the operational steps of the experiment one last time and officially began refining the materials.

If the Hardcover Book had thoughts, it would probably be questioning its existence.

It had never issued warnings of death so frequently before.

Every half hour at most, or five seconds at least, its host would come up with some suicidal idea.

The boy was always taking out some indescribable materials, eager to throw them into a cauldron that was already on the verge of collapse. Even if it stopped him in time, the boy would immediately find another way to court death.

[...You died.]

[...You died!]

[...You died!!!]

[...You were blown to pieces!!!]

Thor: I know I was wrong.

Thor: Sigh, I just won't change~

If the Hardcover Book had known that one day it would be used for "allergy testing," it would definitely have begged its former master to add a limit of only three warnings per day.

Instead of being repeatedly abused by an ignorant and fearless little runt like this!

(╯#-皿-)╯~~╧═╧ This cheat really isn't a job for a book!

I changed the new synopsis, does everyone like it?