It 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, making this place feel a trace of warmth from 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, carrion crows, swamp crocodiles, and ugly Hag who looked like drowned people. Each of them was a terrifying monster that merchants avoided.
However, in the middle of this swamp where no living person could step foot, there was 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 whole tower would emit a cold and quiet radiant fluorescence, which was especially favored by ghosts and vengeful spirits.
Perhaps due to the lack of maintenance, the bottom of the tower was entangled by crazily growing magic vines, which were full of wooden spikes with a metallic luster. If a normal person was entangled by these magic 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.
As the sky darkened, 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 made people feel a chill in their hearts.
Grimm, who had just celebrated his 15th birthday, sat in front of a shabby wooden table. A thick magic 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 big 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. However, after enduring for a long time, he finally suppressed his anger.
This was no longer the Earth he was familiar with, and this body once belonged to a wizard apprentice called Grim. To be honest, he was just a Transmigrator who took over Grimm's life the moment he died.
Traveling empty-handed from a low-magic Earth to a high-magic World ruled by wizards and monsters, this difficult adaptation process made Li Xun feel so much pain that he wanted 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-like characters would have tortured him half to death.
But even so, the occasional headache still deeply troubled him.
Here, he didn't dare to reveal his true identity. He could only use Grim's name and struggle to survive in the wizard tower.
As an acolyte under Grandmaster Anderson, this glorious identity was already worthy of the envy of most people. However, only the people living in the wizard tower knew that this was not a kind of glory, but the most terrible torture in the world.
As a wizard's acolyte, their basic job was to diligently take care of the great Grandmaster 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 Anderson's experimental subjects.
Although this was not common, when the caravan of slaves or prisoners arrived a few days late, Anderson, who lacked experimental subjects, would get annoyed and order an acolyte to be his temporary lab rat.
It was said that Mary from Antwerp had the "honor" of becoming Anderson's witchcraft experiment collaborator last month. Although she did not die in the witchcraft experiment, her body was seriously "polluted" and had undergone 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 Grim knew that Mary was still alive.
Every night when it was quiet, he could hear the painful and suppressed moans in the room next door, as well as the terrible sound of sharp claws and teeth scraping against the rock wall. Because of this, every night when it was quiet, he would secretly throw the food he brought back into the room next door.
Although Grim's life was also 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 wasted a piece of parchment.
Don't underestimate this crumpled piece of parchment. Its basic value was 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 could feed a commoner for a day.
So in this way, a seemingly ordinary piece of parchment could be considered a huge sum of money for the commoners. But here, it was just trash that acolytes could casually throw away.
In the Wizard Tower, nothing was free.
Grim had to earn his daily food and drink, as well as 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 Wizard Tower.
When doing these jobs, they would wear magic amulets made by the Wizards, which could prevent them from triggering the witchcraft circles around the Wizard 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 magical plants or animals while taking care of them. Or they would die in the witchcraft radiation while cleaning a certain witchcraft area.
So most of the time, the relatively easy jobs in the Wizard Tower were monopolized by the veteran acolytes. The rest of the weak acolytes could only choose the more dangerous jobs in order to earn money and knowledge points to continue learning witchcraft.
Of course, money was used to buy some biological supplies, while knowledge points were a value system specially designed by the Wizards to buy knowledge. In the library inside the Wizard Tower, every witchcraft book was clearly marked with different knowledge points. Borrowing books only accepted knowledge points, not money.
Acolytes had to work hard to earn knowledge points in order to borrow the books they needed for a short period of time. But this amount of time was definitely not enough for acolytes to understand all the knowledge in the books, so most acolytes would develop the habit of copying books.
Every time they borrowed a witchcraft book, acolytes would try to copy the knowledge they needed in the shortest time possible, so that they could continue to study in the future. Ink and parchment were indispensable for copying, but they were not free. They needed money to buy them.
Of course, if an acolyte 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", required 3 knowledge points, and he could only borrow it for half a day. With Grimm's copying speed, if he wanted to completely copy the book, he would need to borrow it at least 3 times.
This would add up to 9 knowledge points, and Grimm would need to go out of the Wizard Tower for 2 consecutive weeks to earn these 9 knowledge points.
Therefore, it was not a pity that he wasted a piece of parchment because of his migraine, but it was a pity that he wasted 2 hours of copying time. This was the main reason why he was so angry!
Just as Grimm was trying to use all his strength to suppress his anger and not let it affect his copying, a familiar "beep" suddenly rang 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 don't accept this!"
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. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly … it was finally activated today!
After the noisy debugging sounds faded, a beautiful androgynous female voice echoed in Grimm's mind.
"Detected host, data modeling in progress … Please wait …"
Huh, it can 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 magical substances called elemental particles. These elemental particles were divided into earth, fire, water, wind, light, and dark based on the basic elements of the plane.
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