Collecting Organs, Target: Grand Mage

The reddish-brown Great Wasteland was still as dazzling as ever. This region, especially favored by the Fire Element of the Magic Tide, was cruel, desolate, and nearly uninhabitable, yet it had fostered the most developed slave civilization on the entire Red Soil Continent.

On this land, one could never tell whether the pebbles beneath one's feet had been reddened by the sun or dyed crimson by the blood of some living creature.

The sun slowly sank, leaving behind a layer of afterglow at the horizon. Without this chief culprit stirring things up, the violent Elemental Tide gradually stabilized as well.

The Wasteland began to cool.

Li Ziran looked up at the sky. He still had to travel, and dusk was the coolest time on the Wasteland, as well as the best time to hurry on.

He had already traveled across the Wasteland for two days. Thanks to Anfuni, Li Ziran could no longer receive a caravan's protection and could only travel alone.

"Ribbit!"

The half-human-tall Copper-Yellow Frog croaked, then gave a light hop and landed right beside Li Ziran. Anfuni was reclining against its back, sleeping soundly, with a trace of bald ostrich milk still lingering at the corner of her mouth.

Li Ziran paid more attention to Jon. He still could not figure out whether this frog possessed reason.

But without question, Jon had changed—changed into something impossible to fathom. Even in such a harsh Wasteland, he only needed to take a light breath to absorb the elemental energy he needed to sustain himself.

Moreover, he seemed fully capable of controlling his size. Whenever Anfuni woke up, the frog would shrink down and leap onto her shoulder. Yet whenever Anfuni grew sleepy, he would enlarge himself again.

Li Ziran believed this frog could absolutely swell to the size of