God Descends to Earth

At the stairway entrance, Iron Hammer, only half a man tall, held up a plucked rat and cried out happily. He looked exactly like a child who had just received his favorite toy.

Innocent, adorable, and carrying a trace of embarrassment.

Li Ziran did not mock his embarrassment. Instead, he smiled. This had only been a small trial of the organ system, and the results were clearly quite good.

He stepped forward, took the gray rat, cut open its hind paw with a scalpel, and let a little blood drip onto Daniel.

A layer of gray mist instantly rose. Within it, a living creature rapidly took shape—it was Daniel. Only, he no longer had arms, and his body was covered in festering wounds. Especially at the base of his buttocks, where it seemed a chunk of flesh had been bitten clean off. He was a miserable sight.

"Sir Daniel, we meet again."

The instant Li Ziran spoke, Daniel abruptly raised his head. Rather than showing the fear Li Ziran had expected, he gave a strange smile. "Yes, we meet again. This dwarf—you modified him?"

"Not bad, right?" Li Ziran asked with a smile.

"Heh, it is nothing much. Li Ziran, you brought me here—you are not trying to take revenge, are you? It seems we do not have any grudge between us." Daniel's voice was low.

"No, no, how could I be such a narrow-minded man? I invited you here with a devout heart." Li Ziran smiled. "Like you, I possess an earnest desire to learn. I merely wished to ask you for instruction in witchcraft."

"You want to learn my witchcraft?" Daniel froze, then suddenly cursed furiously, "You bastard, dream on!"

Li Ziran did not waste any more words. He had expected this outcome long ago. Wizards were absolutely