Wizard Lord:I can Extract Anything

Richard found himself bewildered by the sudden change in his surroundings. Just moments ago, he had been launching Oblivion Shells at the white wizard corps, and now he found himself in an unfamiliar, dark place.

He looked around but saw nothing but darkness in this enclosed space. There was an eerie silence, so profound that he could hear his own heartbeat and the blood coursing through his veins.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows.

"You're Richard, right? I remember you."

The voice was familiar to Richard, but he couldn't immediately place where he'd heard it before. As the figure approached, Richard quickly stood up.

"Dean!"

At the sight of the Black Tower's Great Wizard, Richard instinctively fell silent as the dean raised a hand.

The dean produced an Oblivion Shell, suspending it in the air.

"Richard, where did you get the knowledge for this? I don't recall Jolord teaching you this." The dean's voice was calm, yet Richard sensed an underlying tension.

Before he could fully process his thoughts, he found himself answering.

"Dean, I designed it myself."

"Designed it yourself?" The Black Tower's Great Wizard's voice rose slightly. "That's quite interesting."

With a wave of the dean's hand, the darkness of the space receded like a tide, revealing a simply decorated room.

Aside from the Black Tower's Great Wizard, five other "people" were present, each exuding an aura of immeasurable depth.

"Are these the deans of the other five academies?" Richard wondered.

"You see, my student didn't cheat; he designed this himself, according to our rules."

Richard suddenly felt as if he had awoken from a dream.

"Why did I suddenly answer like that?" Richard wondered, alarmed.

The Black Tower's Great Wizard had used some form of magic that compelled him to answer truthfully, with no inclination to lie.

"Designed it yourself?" The Frostwind Great Wizard scoffed. "Kid, this thing is on the verge of strategic magic gear. You say you designed it yourself?"

Before Richard could explain, the Black Tower's Great Wizard interjected.

"What? Frostwind, do you think I'm covering for this kid?" The Black Tower's Great Wizard's tone was sharp. "Or do you think I can't influence an apprentice's mind?"

"Then have him explain his design process," the Frostwind Great Wizard insisted.

"Design process?" The Black Tower's Great Wizard retorted. "Frostwind, where's your sincerity in asking others for their design process? Why don't you explain the design of your Eternal Frost?"

The room's atmosphere grew tense.

"Let's not get heated," the Keeper Great Wizard intervened diplomatically. "It's a minor issue. I suggest the young man explain his process, and if it's valid, Frostwind, you compensate him."

With the Keeper Great Wizard mediating, the tension eased, though the Annihilation and Void Great Wizards looked somewhat disappointed.

"Richard, explain your process to this elder. If it's sound, the dean guarantees you'll be well rewarded."

The Frostwind Great Wizard's icy gaze chilled Richard to his core.

"Well... my process is like this." Richard composed himself and began, "It's not a complex idea. After studying the model of the Annihilation Realm, or the water-fire annihilation spell, I had an idea.

Since it's difficult to contain compressed fire elements with magic and rune arrays, why not use solid materials instead?

Many alchemical materials have excellent heat resistance and are not particularly rare.

So, I separately compress the two elements and store them in solid containers, adding a magical array in between. When the Oblivion Shell experiences a strong impact, the array triggers, breaking the containers and initiating the annihilation reaction."

Richard finished, lowering his head nervously, unsure if his explanation would satisfy the Great Wizards.

After a few seconds, the Black Tower's Great Wizard spoke.

"Frostwind, do you have anything to add? Is my student's process clear enough?"

As he spoke, the Black Tower's Great Wizard suspended the Oblivion Shell in the air, flicking it apart into components. The two compartments containing compressed elements stood out.

The Frostwind Great Wizard said nothing, producing a crystal ball.

Inside the crystal, a rune flickered.

"...This is the Rune of Dark Water," the Frostwind Great Wizard explained curtly, sending it toward Richard.

"Ha, Richard, your reward has arrived," the Black Tower's Great Wizard laughed.

"Oh," Richard quickly stowed the crystal ball in his magic pouch.

"So, how does this contest count?" the Void Great Wizard asked suddenly. "I believe Black Tower's boy can win."

The Frostwind Great Wizard's body trembled, releasing a mist of ice, his voice tinged with frustration:

"You win this time!"

The Annihilation Great Wizard laughed heartily at the situation:

"Ha, Frostwind, you really lost out this time."

...

With the issue resolved, the Black Tower's Great Wizard transported Richard back to the academy, handing him a scroll.

"Well done, young man," the Black Tower's Great Wizard said cheerfully. "This is a wizard scroll. Give it to your mentor Jolord when you return, and when your mental strength is sufficient, he'll take you to the Tower of Truth to advance to wizardry."

With that, Richard's vision spun, and he found himself at the entrance of the Black Tower's three-hundredth floor.

Holding the scroll, Richard paused, then broke into a wide smile.

"With this scroll, I'm halfway to becoming a wizard!"

Descending from the three-hundredth floor, Richard soon reached the laboratory on the ninety-ninth floor.

Inside, Jolord was conducting experiments.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Who could be visiting now?" Jolord muttered, pausing his work.

"Is it Eriks? That old guy usually comes through the window."

Puzzled, Jolord opened the door to find a familiar figure standing there.

"Richard?" Jolord gasped. "The apprentice war is over?"

Richard nodded, then pulled the wizard scroll from his pouch.

"Teacher, take a look at this."

Jolord blinked, examining the scroll.

"A wizard scroll!" Jolord's eyes widened. "Where did you get this?"

Before Richard could answer, Jolord smacked his forehead, muttering to himself.

"What a foolish question. You must have met the dean."

Richard nodded. "The dean instructed me to give this scroll to you, saying that when my mental strength is enough, you are to take me to the Tower of Truth to advance to wizardry."

Then, curious, Richard asked:

"Teacher, what is the Tower of Truth? I've heard you mention it before."

"The Tower of Truth..." Jolord stroked his beard. "It's the sacred place for wizards, the residence of the five Truth Wizards.

In the entire wizarding world, all wizards must advance at the Tower of Truth."

Besides that, the Tower of Truth is a massive wizard city, home to millions of wizards. Most wizard guild headquarters, advanced research labs, and the floating cities for planar conquest are there."

Richard nodded, realizing the Tower of Truth was akin to a national capital or a massive supercity.

Jolord stored the scroll, patting Richard on the shoulder.

"You're halfway to becoming a wizard now. Take some time to relax, stop reading and experimenting for a while. The academy has plenty of cities; go explore, adjust your mindset.

In a few years, I have a gathering with friends, and I'll take you to the Tower of Truth to advance."

Richard agreed and left the ninety-ninth floor.

Back in his room, Richard paused, staring at the space filled with books and notes, with specimens hanging on the walls—evidence of his years of effort.

Now, having earned his chance to become a wizard, he felt a sense of aimlessness.

For years, he had strived to become a wizard, and now that he was on the brink, he realized he lacked a new goal.

Lying on his bed, a feeling of relief and uncertainty about the future filled him.

"No wonder the teacher told me to adjust my mindset."

After twenty years, Richard had almost forgotten why he wanted to become a wizard.

"Well, thinking too much won't help. I'll just sleep on it."

...

Soon, all battlefields of the apprentice war concluded.

The results surprised Richard: besides his region, another black wizard area had won.

With the war over, the academy awarded wizard scrolls to the victors.

Among the recipients, Richard noticed the absence of Ellie.

"I almost got killed by those white wizards, missing a lot of the war," Ellie explained, sprawled on Richard's bed.

On the eve of the war, Ellie had encountered a senior white wizard apprentice. After a fierce duel, she emerged victorious but severely wounded.

"Don't be so down. With your skills, becoming a wizard is just a matter of time," Richard consoled.

As Master Susanna's official apprentice, Ellie's path to wizardry was almost certain.

"Let's not dwell on it," Ellie said irritably, baring her fangs playfully at Richard. "It's been half a year. Tonight, you better keep me company."

Richard raised an eyebrow:

"My dear Ellie, you've already climbed onto my bed. Do you think I'll let you leave?"

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