Go Gain Experience

As Krite's apprentice, Taylor could only watch helplessly as the Puppet Legion under his teacher's command swept through all the fishmen with devastating force, dragging the Tier 1 fishman to his teacher's feet.

The terrifying fishman that had just raised a tsunami more than ten meters high and could summon ice and Ice Walls now had its head smashed into its chest, reduced to a mangled heap of flesh.

The high-ranking fishmen who had summoned water cannons, water guns, water shields, and the like had also become corpses one after another.

He could even sense the aura of a Tier 1 lifeform, a level of life that stood above his own. That higher-level life aura made him deeply uneasy and uncomfortable, as if he wanted to get as far away as possible.

This was the instinctive suppression of higher lifeforms over lower lifeforms, as well as the panic that their leaking aura brought to weaker creatures.

When Tier 1 lifeforms were alive, as beings who had already entered the extraordinary realm, they could restrain their own aura. But after death, the fluctuations and aura naturally emitted by their corpses would intimidate the weaker lifeforms around them.

If it had to be described, it was like how no ordinary beast, or even low-level magical beast, would dare approach a dragon's corpse. That was the deterrence higher lifeforms imposed on lower lifeforms.

Then, when he saw the instruments, tables, specially made gloves, and bag of dissection tools that Butler brought out for his teacher, Taylor felt like he was about to drool.

The table for placing corpses, the magical instruments for scanning and analyzing corpses, and even the gloves on his teacher's hands and the dissection scalpel he held were all professional tools forged from precious materials. They were things an apprentice like him could only dream of.

The Otherworld Element Analyzer stored in his spatial ring was already the only experimental instrument Taylor possessed, as well as his most precious one. Yet the magical instruments Krite was using were more advanced than Taylor's Otherworld Element Analyzer.

He really was filthy rich.

Taylor could only keep comforting himself with the thought that White Wizards were wealthy to begin with, and that it was perfectly normal for his teacher, a master with special skills, to have money.

Looking again at the fishman corpses laid out on the table, Taylor was nearly shutting down. There were professional instruments, outrageously expensive tools, and now even Tier 1 lifeforms as materials for dissection experiments. His teacher's research was simply too extravagant.

If only he could be given a leg, an arm, even a little finger, some bones, or scales.

Sigh...

Why was this so extravagant...

Taylor felt that he needed to broaden his horizons and toughen up mentally. Otherwise, under such a wealthy teacher, he had no idea how many more times he would be shocked.

He felt both envy and inner conflict. He envied his teacher's wealth, yet agonized over his own weakness. He understood that his teacher's fortune was built upon his powerful Puppet Legion and individual strength. As long as one had enough strength, wealth would naturally come knocking.

If he became powerful enough, he would eventually possess professional equipment, fine tools, and high-quality experimental specimens for dissection as well.

As Taylor wrestled with these thoughts, a book was suddenly carried before him by a pale green breeze.

Holding a long knife and a short knife, wearing leather gloves, and sporting a glasses-shaped witchcraft item that emitted magical fluctuations, Krite spoke.

"Although we White Wizards pursue knowledge and truth, and advocate innovation and exploration, we still need the most basic survival and combat abilities. This is my summary of the Gale Spell and some changes in the properties of wind elements."

Upon hearing this, unease suddenly surged through Taylor's heart. He did not even dare reach out to take the book floating before him, uncertain whether his guess was correct.

"Teacher, don't tell me..."

Krite turned back with a smile, revealing his white teeth. He was becoming increasingly satisfied with this clever apprentice of his. With just a slight hint, Taylor had understood what he meant.

"That's right. It's time for you to go out and gain experience. This book is for improving your strength. Once you fully master it, fishmen below Tier 1 will be no match for you."

"When you've killed one thousand fishmen wielding tridents, come back and find me."

With that, Krite waved his hand. A soft blue-green wind directly lifted Taylor's body, carrying him into the distance like a kite.

"Ahhhhhh..."

As he watched the shallows grow farther and farther away, and even the Puppet Legion become smaller and smaller in his eyes, Taylor was carried high into the air by the gentle wind and could not help crying out in panic.

Krite watched his apprentice fly into the distance with smiling eyes, beginning the experience that belonged to him.

This was how White Wizards passed things down from generation to generation when teaching apprentices. Only after a young sprout had endured the trials of wind and rain could it bloom into its own flower.

"You brat should count yourself lucky. When my teacher took me out to gain experience, I remember he directly flung out a vine and threw me through the air..."

Hearing Taylor's screams, Krite picked up his dissection knife and muttered to himself as he sliced through the muscles of the corpse before him.

"But then again, you brat will definitely return safe and sound. After all, your teacher isn't some kind of demon..."

After Taylor left, Butler, who had been standing obediently behind Krite, had vanished without anyone noticing, seemingly having departed in the same direction as Taylor.

After leaving Krite and Taylor behind, Kano transformed into a fishman wearing a red robe and set out alone upon his unknown path.

Following the traces left behind by the shallows and some fishman civilians, he searched for the location of the fishman tribe. Now that he had become a fishman, although he could not deceive Tier 1 lifeforms, he could still seek out weaker fishman tribes, find a way to infiltrate them, sow chaos, and stir up unrest and rebellion among the fishmen.

Within the hierarchy of fishmen, there was always a group with so-called backers, yet who were neither high nor low in status and had become especially greedy. Kano had set his sights on precisely such fishmen: those caught in the middle and consumed by greed.

Their backers might be elders, parents and clans, or brothers and sisters. Relying on these backers, they threw their weight around and sought greater benefits, yet they were also constrained by themselves and their backers.

As long as they possessed even a little ambition or drive, they would want to climb higher and seize more power and benefits. Perhaps the people they relied on had initially brought them much support and profit, but once their appetites had been whetted, those backers could become obstacles preventing them from advancing further.

No one wanted a chain around their neck or an overlord above their head. Fish were no different.

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