Chapter 1

This was a gloomy and terrifying magic swamp.

The fog was thick and heavy.

Even during the day, the bright sunlight could not penetrate the low clouds and gloomy fog, allowing one to feel the warmth of the human world.

Filthy and muddy puddles could be seen everywhere. There was not much water, but there were many strange creatures living in them. Whenever a stranger intruded, this silent and desolate place would instantly become a paradise for scavenging and bloodthirsty creatures. Vampiric vines, scavenging crows, swamp crocodiles, and ugly Hag who looked like a drowned person. Each of them was a terrifying monster that passing merchants avoided.

However, in the center of this swamp where the living could not step foot, stood a terrifying tower that was over a hundred meters tall.

It was a stone tower.

Its base was made of thick and dense green radiance stones. Whenever night fell, the entire tower would emit a cold and quiet radiant fluorescence, especially favored by ghosts and vengeful spirits.

Perhaps due to the lack of necessary maintenance and care, the entire bottom of the tower was entangled by madly growing demonic vines, covered with wooden spikes that were full of metallic luster. If a normal person was entangled by these demonic vines, their blood would be sucked dry in no time, and they would become a member of the thick white bones at the root of the vines.

The sky had just darkened, and candles were lit in the tower.

The dim candlelight shone through the narrow window. Not only did it not bring any warmth, but it also sent a chill down one's spine.

Grimm, who had just celebrated his fifteenth birthday, sat in front of a shabby wooden table. A thick spell book was opened in front of him, and he was silently copying it. Although it had been two years since he came to this new world, the discomfort in his soul still gave him a headache from time to time.

While he was in a trance, the scenes that happened on Earth kept flashing in front of his eyes. The tip of his pen could not help but pause, leaving a large blob of ink on the simple parchment.

Damn it, I failed again!

Grimm frowned, and could not help but clench his fists, wanting to shout a few times in anger. But after enduring for a long time, he finally suppressed his anger.

This was no longer the Earth he was familiar with, and this body used to belong to a wizard apprentice called Grimm. To be honest, he was just a transmigrator who took over Grimm's body the moment he died.

Transmigrating empty-handed from a low-magic Earth to a high-magic world where monsters ran rampant and wizards ruled, the difficult process of adapting made Li Xun want to die. Fortunately, after Li Xun had fused with the memory fragments left behind by this body, he now had the basic ability to speak and write. Otherwise, just the strange pronunciation and pronunciation of this world's completely unconventional tadpole-shaped characters would have tortured him half to death.

But even so, the headache that appeared from time to time still deeply troubled him.

Here, he did not dare to reveal his true identity. He could only use Grimm's name and struggle to survive in this wizard tower.

As an acolyte under Grandmaster Anderson, this glorious identity was already worthy of the envy of most people. But only the people who lived in the tower knew that it wasn't an honor, but it was the most terrifying torture in the world.

As a wizard apprentice, their basic job was to diligently take care of the great Master Anderson's daily life, clean up the witchcraft experiment equipment, keep the tower clean, take care of the magical animals and plants outside the tower, and … become Master Anderson's experimental subjects.

Although this was not common, when the convoy of slaves or death row prisoners arrived a few days late, Master Anderson, who lacked experimental subjects, would get annoyed and order an apprentice to be his temporary lab rat.

It was said that Mary from Ante County next door had the "honor" of becoming Master Anderson's witchcraft experiment collaborator last month. Although she did not die in the witchcraft experiment, her body was seriously "polluted" and had some terrible changes. Ever since she came out of the laboratory, she had put on a thick robe and hid in her room every day, never coming out again.

Many sorcerer-apprentices were whispering that Mary might have died in the room.

But Grimm knew that Mary was still alive.

Every night when it was quiet, he could hear the painful and suppressed moans in the next room, as well as the terrible sound of sharp claws and teeth scraping against the rock wall. For this reason, every night when it was quiet, he would sneak the food he brought back into the room next door.

Although Grim's life was precarious, out of a trace of compassion in his nature, he was still willing to do something more humane within his ability.

Today's migraine came at the wrong time. It just had to happen when he was copying a book. What made him even more unlucky was that he had wasted a piece of parchment.

Don't underestimate this crumpled piece of parchment. It was worth two silver coins. In this magical world, the most commonly used currency was the Wizard Gold Coin. One wizard gold coin could be exchanged for ten silver coins, and one silver coin could be exchanged for ten copper coins. Five copper coins were enough to feed a commoner for a day.

So in this way, a seemingly ordinary piece of parchment could be regarded as a huge sum of money for the commoners. But here, it was just a piece of trash that could be casually thrown away by wizard apprentices.

Nothing was free in the Wizard Tower.

Every day, Grimm had to earn his food and drink, including the cost of learning witchcraft. The only way to earn money was to go out of the Wizard Tower and feed the ferocious magical creatures, take care of the creepy magical plants, pick some witchcraft materials designated by the wizards, and clean up some dangerous witchcraft areas in the tower.

When doing these jobs, they would wear the witchcraft amulets made by the wizards themselves, which could prevent them from triggering the witchcraft circles around the tower. But in this mysterious and strange world, no job could be absolutely safe. Every month or two, there would always be a few unlucky people who would be swallowed by the magical plants and animals while taking care of them, or die from the witchcraft radiation while cleaning a witchcraft area.

Therefore, most of the time, the relatively leisurely and comfortable jobs within the tower were monopolized by those senior Sorcerer-Apprentices. The rest of the weaker sorcerer-apprentices could only choose the more dangerous jobs in order to earn money and knowledge points to continue their sorcery studies.

Of course, money was used to buy some biological supplies, and knowledge points were a value system that was specially designed by wizards to buy knowledge. In the library inside the tower, every witchcraft book was clearly marked with different knowledge points. Borrowing books only accepted knowledge points, not money.

Only by working hard to earn knowledge points could the apprentices borrow the books they needed for a short period of time. And this amount of time was definitely not enough for the apprentices to understand all the knowledge in the books, so most of the apprentices would develop the habit of copying books.

Every time they borrowed a witchcraft book, the apprentices would strive to copy the knowledge they needed in the shortest time possible, so that they could continue to study in the future. And copying could not be done without ink and parchment paper, but these were not free. They needed money to buy.

Of course, if a wizard apprentice had a good family, he could use a lot of money to exchange for knowledge points. The conversion ratio between them was 1 knowledge point = 100 gold coins.

For example, the book Grimm borrowed today, "General Handbook of Magical Creatures", needed 3 knowledge points, and could only be borrowed for half a day. Based on Grim's copying speed, he would need to borrow the book at least three times before he could finish the entire book.

This would add up to 9 knowledge points, and Grimm would need to go out of the tower for 2 weeks to earn these 9 knowledge points.

Therefore, it was not a pity that he had wasted a piece of parchment paper because of his migraine, but it was a pity that he had wasted 2 hours of copying time. This was the main reason why he was so angry!

While Grimm was trying his best to suppress his anger and prevent it from affecting his copying, a familiar beep sounded in his mind.

"Beep. Biological energy reached the required level. Biological support chip number ZXJ9521 activating …"

Grimm cried out in surprise.

"Biological support chip!"

Once upon a time, during the difficult times when he first came to this world, Grimm had fantasized more than once that he could become a powerful god who could travel to another world with a divine artifact. He punched the Nanshan Nursing Home, kicked the North Sea Kindergarten, knocked down everything under a meter, and stomped his feet in the morgue. "Stand up if you're not satisfied!" Nobody dared to breathe …

It was a pity that this damned A.I. Chip, which had already fused with him, only gave him occasional migraines. There was no other movement. Who would have thought … that it would finally activate today!

After the noisy debugging sounds faded, a beautiful androgynous female voice sounded in Grimm's mind.

"Detected host, data modeling in progress … Please wait …"

Huh, it could still transform into its current body? This was something worth looking forward to!

After all, he was currently in a high magic world. The plane was filled with a mysterious substance called elemental particles. These elemental particles were divided into earth, fire, water, wind, light, and dark based on the basic elements of the plane.