Go Gain Experience

As Krite's apprentice, Taylor could only watch helplessly as the Puppet Legion under his teacher's command crushed all the fishmen and dragged the Level 1 Lifeform 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 fishman fighters who had summoned water cannons, water spears, water shields, and the like had also become corpses.

Taylor could even sense the aura of this Level 1 Lifeform's superior life level. That high-level life aura made him deeply uneasy and uncomfortable, as if he wanted to get as far away from it as possible.

This was the instinctive suppression of higher lifeforms over lower lifeforms, as well as the panic induced in weaker lifeforms by the aura they gave off.

While alive, Level 1 Lifeforms, having entered the extraordinary realm, could restrain their own auras. But after death, the natural fluctuations and aura 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 dared approach a Dragon's corpse. That was the intimidation higher lifeforms imposed upon lower lifeforms.

Then, when Taylor saw the instruments, table, specialized gloves, and dissection tool bag that Butler had brought out for his teacher, he felt as though he was about to drool.

The table for laying out corpses, the magical instruments for scanning and analyzing them, and even the gloves on his teacher's hands and the surgical scalpel he held were all professional tools crafted 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 and most precious experimental instrument Taylor possessed, yet even 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 at the fishman corpse laid out on the table, Taylor was almost depressed. How could there be professional instruments, outrageously expensive tools, and now even a Level 1 Lifeform as dissection material? His teacher's research was simply too extravagant.

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

Sigh...

Why was this so extravagant...

Taylor felt that he needed to broaden his horizons and toughen his nerves. Otherwise, under a teacher as wealthy as this, who knew how many more times he would be shocked?

He felt both envious and conflicted. He envied his teacher's wealth, yet agonized over his own weakness. He understood that his teacher's fortune had been built upon the powerful Puppet Legion and his personal strength. As long as one possessed sufficient power, wealth would naturally come knocking.

If he became strong enough, then professional equipment, fine tools, and high-quality dissection specimens would all be his sooner or later.

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

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

"Although we White Wizards pursue knowledge and truth, and advocate innovation and exploration, we must still possess the most basic survival and combat abilities. This is my summary of the Gale Spell and some transformations in the properties of the Wind Element."

Upon hearing this, unease suddenly welled up in Taylor's heart. He did not even dare reach out to take the book floating before him, for he was afraid to confirm the guess in his mind.

"Teacher, could it be..."

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

"That's right. It's time for you to go gain experience. This book is what I'm giving you to improve your strength. Once you thoroughly understand it, no fishman below the Level 1 Lifeform tier will be a match for you."

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

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

"Ahhh!"

As the shallows grew farther and farther away, and even the Puppet Legion appeared smaller and smaller in his eyes, Taylor was carried into the sky by the gentle wind and could not help crying out in panic.

Krite watched with smiling eyes as his apprentice flew into the distance and began his own journey of experience.

This was the legacy passed down from generation to generation when White Wizards trained apprentices. Only after a tender sprout endured the baptism of wind and rain could it bloom into a flower of its own.

"You brat should count yourself lucky. When my teacher sent me out to gain experience, I remember he just flung out a vine and threw me away with it..."

Hearing Taylor's screams, Krite picked up his scalpel 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 devil..."

After Taylor left, Butler, who had been standing obediently behind Krite, had also vanished without anyone noticing. It seemed he had followed in Taylor's direction.

After parting ways with Krite and Taylor, Kano transformed alone into a fishman dressed in red robes and embarked upon his own unknown path.

Following the shallows and the traces left behind by some fishman civilians, he searched for the fishman tribe's location. Now that he had become a fishman, although he could not fool a Level 1 Lifeform, he could still seek out weaker fishman tribes, find a way to blend in, create chaos, and incite turmoil and rebellion among the fishmen.

Within the fishman hierarchy, there was always a group of people with so-called patrons, yet who were neither high nor low in status and exceptionally greedy. Kano had set his sights on precisely this kind of fishman.

Their patrons might be elders, parents and clans, or brothers and sisters. They relied on those patrons to throw their weight around and seek greater benefits, yet they were also constrained by themselves and their patrons.

So long as they possessed even a little ambition or drive, they would want to rise higher, climb upward, and seize more power and benefits. Perhaps the people they relied upon had initially brought them much assistance and profit, but once their appetites had been whetted, those patrons might become obstacles standing in the way of their further advancement.

No one wanted a chain around their neck or some lord sitting on their head. Fish were no exception.

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