Wizard Tuta Gravely Injured, New Rules Implemented

Wizard Tuta Gravely Injured, New Rules Implemented.

Dawn broke.

Through the window, Wang Ya could see the emerald-blue sky, the colors of the morning sun and rosy clouds, and seabirds circling overhead before occasionally plunging into the sea in search of small fish.

At last, Sea Beasts could be seen surfacing and feeding in the nearby waters. This meant the crisis had passed.

Wang Ya pushed open the door and stepped out. The corridor still bore traces of the Thorn Sea Beasts' slaughter—blood, Scratch Marks from Fingernails on the floor. Everything spoke of last night's terror.

There had to be more surviving Wizard Freshmen than just him. They might still be hiding somewhere.

Most importantly, the darkness had receded. Wang Ya was no longer afraid of the Thorn Sea Beasts; he had nearly killed himself sick of them.

The air was heavy with the unpleasant stench of seawater, mixed with the sharp smell of human blood.

He frowned slightly. Only when he reached the deck and the salty, damp sea breeze washed over him did the smell gradually fade.

Harak, perched on his shoulder, curled up. The light irritated him, and he buried his head beneath his wings to continue today's sleep.

The gray Robe billowed in the sea breeze, forcing Wang Ya to reach out and press down its hem.

The Wizard Ship seemed to have entered another region of the Endless Sea. The water was no longer as dark and murky as before, instead possessing a crystalline clarity. Fish, shrimp, and the scales of some Sea Beasts could all be seen clearly.

Wang Ya stared toward the Captain's Quarters as a faint Blue Sheen flashed past.

Prompt: Successfully collected information on Wizard Tuta. Analysis results as follows: Life Energy decreased by 80%; particle energy decreased by 70%.

Every carbon-based lifeform possessed Life Energy. If compared to a game, it could be called a health bar.

Particle energy, meanwhile, was equivalent to a mana bar.

Of course, a Wizard could not be measured by these two figures alone. There was also the most crucial factor: powerful Spiritual Power, the medium through which illusion influenced reality.

Previously, the Eye of Truth lacked the relevant data and could not determine what stage of Wizard Wizard Tuta belonged to.

Comparing him with himself, Wang Ya made a bold guess. At the very least, he was a Third-level Wizard Apprentice.

What kind of opponent could leave such a powerful Wizard so gravely injured?

Was it the mastermind who had unleashed the darkness and the Thorn Sea Beasts?

It was obvious that they had targeted the Wizard Ship, with the intent of leaving no one alive.

Wang Ya frowned slightly. Unable to make sense of the clues, he simply stopped thinking about it.

The most important thing was that he had survived. Wizard Tuta had likely driven back that enemy, but suffered severe injuries as a result.

The days ahead might not be peaceful either. Wizard Tuta was, after all, seriously wounded.

He stroked Harak's Black Feathers on his shoulder. When relaxed, they were soft, their warmth passing into the skin of his palm.

After undergoing Benign Metamorphosis through the Thorn Heart, Harak's Strength Improvement had been extremely rapid. His strength and flying load capacity were no worse than before, despite his smaller size. Even if another accident occurred, Wang Ya had some confidence that they could survive at sea.

To forge iron, one needed a hard hammer. Personal strength was what mattered most; only he himself could walk the Wizard path.

A few footsteps disrupted Wang Ya's thoughts. They belonged to the Wizard Freshmen who had survived, their faces and bodies more or less stained with blood and filth.

Anna, the proud one from the Wizard Exchange Meeting, was no exception. Her red hair, capable of setting the air ablaze, was sticky and covered in filth that gave off a Foul Odor.

"Oh, my God, I'm alive! Those damned monsters should go to hell and suffer torment for a thousand lifetimes."

"Look at this beautiful sky, this fragrant sea breeze. Everything is so wonderful. It's a pity that my good friends, several old companions, died at the hands of those monsters. It's truly heartbreaking."

"It's wonderful to be alive. Why did those monsters appear on the Wizard Ship? Where did Wizard Tuta go? What was he doing?"

The Wizard Freshmen vented the immense pressure in their hearts without regard for their appearances.

Some shouted loudly.

Some stripped off their foul-smelling clothes, spread their arms, and ran across the deck.

Others wept, even complaining about Wizard Tuta and everything else they could blame.

With a little thought, Wang Ya knew how these Wizard Freshmen had survived.

His feet instinctively carried him toward the edge of the deck, where the stronger sea breeze dispersed the stench that made people frown.

Compared to these Wizard Freshmen, his nearly spotless gray Robe was undoubtedly too conspicuous.

Quite a few Freshmen noticed Wang Ya and questioned him. "How did he survive? His clothes are so clean. Could there be some method we don't know about that can avoid the Thorn Sea Beasts?"

Anna was somewhat surprised as well, but she did not think much of it. She merely assumed that the guy had been lucky.

The stench on her body was almost unbearable. She had to find somewhere to wash herself five times, ten times, then throw away these damned filthy clothes.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted. Someone utterly unexpected walked out.

His body was covered in torn wounds. Half his face had been bitten away, and a third of his scalp had been ripped off. He looked like a vicious ghost, blood still streaming from him. Such injuries were beyond a Wizard Freshman's ability to heal.

It was Arthur. He was still alive!

With his left arm missing, he limped out, looking incomparably miserable.

On his nearly collapsed face, the moment he saw Anna, a chilling smile finally appeared.

It was Anna—his woman, the one he loved.

He had lost too much. He absolutely could not lose this woman too.

The many Wizard Freshmen were frightened by Arthur's appearance. If not for the outline of his face and his clothes, they might truly have failed to recognize him. It was simply too tragic.

Disfigurement, along with the loss of his left arm, would likely have an enormous impact on his Wizard path.

Although the Wizard World did have Supernatural Potions capable of regenerating severed limbs, as well as many other methods, they were absolutely not things Low-level Wizards could obtain.

Anna saw the meaning in Arthur's eyes. It was obsession. Back when she had been a mortal, she had seen far too many men bow at her feet.

This also meant Arthur could no longer leave her.

Perhaps she would once have been pleased, but not with Arthur as he was now.

That savage face and ugly body filled Anna with disgust from the bottom of her heart.

She did not spare Arthur another glance. Turning around, she headed for her room. She needed to wash away the filth on her body.

Arthur froze, his pupils widening. That icy feeling—was this still Anna? Where had gentle, kind Anna gone?

An even greater wave of collapse and fury erupted from within him, especially beneath the piercing gazes of the other Wizard Freshmen. No, my Anna would never be like this. There must be some misunderstanding.

Arthur swept his gaze viciously over the Wizard Freshmen on the deck, as though he wanted to devour them.

His status was the highest. It still was, and there would absolutely be no change.

He possessed the finest talent and the opportunity to obtain a Wizard Legacy. How dared these damned lowly Freshmen look at him with pity and glee at his misfortune?

Then Wang Ya, with his clean clothes and calm eyes, entered Arthur's sight.

For some reason, Wang Ya like this disgusted him even more, filling him with anger and resentment.

Arthur staggered toward the ship's interior. What was wrong with Anna? He had to ask her. Had the Thorn Sea Beasts frightened her, causing her to treat him so coldly?

A hint of strangeness flashed through Wang Ya's eyes. Arthur was far too different from before. What kind of stimulation had turned him into this?

He was like a wild dog with broken legs, terrified that its master would abandon it, barking wildly everywhere to flaunt its strength.

But it did not matter. It had little to do with him, so long as Arthur did not come provoke him.

Wang Ya looked toward the Captain's Quarters. What exactly was going on with Wizard Tuta?

By rights, he should have appeared by now to restore order and determine the route.