Chapter 24: The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard
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Chapter 24: The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard
The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard
!!
The Purple Magic Tower Masters eyes widened, as she covered her mouth with one hand and urgently grabbed my sleeve with the other. When I looked at her, wondering what was going on, it seemed like she wanted to yawn.
I bent my knees to match her height and leaned in close to her face.
The Tower Master removed the hand covering her mouth and yawned cutely. Seeing a cute yawn was rare, but the Tower Master managed to achieve such a difficult thing.
Heuuuaaaaaaauahhhh.
I inhaled every single molecule of the breath exhaled by the Tower Master from a distance close enough to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.
Let the record show. This was not a lewd act to satisfy any maniacal tendencies.
A yawn was a natural phenomenon occurring in every single living being with souls.
Just as heat was gained by burning fuel, living beings burned their souls to obtain a source of energy. This energy, in martial arts terms, was called True Origin Qi, or in normal terms, life force.
This was also why Black Wizards were so eager to capture people. They used life force to cast their magic, after all.
And the byproduct of Soul Combustion was mana. To put it poetically, mana was like the ash left after a soul burned.
Living beings emitted a small amount of mana with each exhale. And occasionally, when a significant amount of unrefined mana accumulated, it was all released in a yawn.
The higher the individuals realm, the purer and more abundant the mana released through yawns. For an Archwizard, a single yawn could rival a potent elixir.
Therefore, there was a culture of allowing ones best disciple to drink their yawns. In very close relationships, to absorb 100% of the dissipating mana, they might even overlap each others lips.
How could one do such a thing without embarrassment? I was already nervous that our lips might accidentally touch.
Uh.
?!
Did they just brush slightly?
Phewwwww.
The Tower Master smiled refreshingly, as if pleased. Judging by her calm reaction, it seems it was just my imagination.I absentmindedly touched my lips.
After the eventful session with Second Prince Irid, the Tower Master and I had been spending quiet and peaceful days.
We woke up in the morning, washed up, and brushed our teeth. Then, we carved modelings.
We ate, did some light stretching, and then carved modelings.
We ate, carved modelings as a way to rest, and then carved modelings.
We ate and carved modeli.
Yeah, I know. I really did need a ton of modelings though. Not only for their use as heroines, but also to fulfill a mans dream of building giant robots. I had so many things I wanted to do.
And even among them, the most urgent was to gather combat data.
It was understandable that in the plot for the Second Prince, the main enemy was a mercenary with clumsy swordsmanship, but if a knight appeared as an enemy and couldnt handle a sword, it would be problematic for the storys consistency.
I also needed data on the movements of monsters. I had laid the foundation using numerous visual media from my previous life, but after consulting with Senior Scarface, the biggest social butterfly of the Purple Magic Tower (She goes out almost 50% of the entire week), she said my current data was an absolute mess.
Should I go outside at least once.
I-Its dangerous outside of the M-Magic Tower!
I know its dangerous, but still.
In the nine years at the Magic Tower, I hadnt researched even a hint of combat magic. It was not that I was a pacifist. I just found panty modeling more enjoyable than magic that destroyed others minds.
The Tower Master also opposed me learning combat magic. She said impurities would be mixed in. Considering it was advice from an Archwizard, I just took it at face value, not even bothering to look into it.
As such, I needed an assistant. A reliable bodyguard who could firmly protect me outside the tower. Ideally, it would be best if the Tower Master accompanied me..
Should we fill out an application form for the relocation of strategic weapons?
No.
Superhumans like Archwizards had to submit a request to the Imperial Court a week in advance, stating where they would go and how long they would stay.
To me, it felt like they were making too big of a fuss over it, but when I considered it from a neighboring Lords point of view, I kinda understood. It would be alarming to suddenly have a strategic nuclear weapon walking around your territory. They would probably start sweating bullets and lose strength in their limbs at the thought of that.
Even if the Lord themself paid caution, if some black-haired, tanned, good-for-nothing thug from the territory picked a fight..Depending on the temper of the walking strategic weapon, a whole street could blow up.
It would be good to add minor troubles to the group of humans led by the player, from petty theft to serious murder. Such morally ambiguous choices greatly helped in defining the character of the player.
I should include a heroine too. If the player was a woman..Mmm. I was roughly thinking along the lines of one frail scholarly type, one aspiring knight who admired the player and strived to follow their path, and one Top G.
As expected, I really needed to go outside the tower. Gathering combat data was now urgent.
If the Tower Master couldnt accompany me, I needed an alternative. Someone with a decent level of combat ability who could actively cooperate in my data collection. Not someone who just stayed looked up in research, but someone who had experience smashing goblin heads outside.
I decided to ask Senior Scarface for help.
Esteemed Junior, repeat after me. Lo-re-i.
Scarface.
Lo-
Lo.
Re-
Re.
I.
Scarface.
Although there was some trouble in the process of our communication, when I peeled off a few jewels attached to the letter, she became very cooperative. As expected, nothing could beat money.
The Tower Master did a wah wah wah, but the preparation for going out progressed very quickly. Senior Scarface hired an adventurer party, planned a suitable exploration route, and reassured the Tower Master that it would be a very safe journey.
Take this and just in case, this too..And thisAnd also this..
It seemed as if the Tower Master had awakened a mindset where she would rather kill me if she couldnt have me, as she bombarded me with a pile of artifacts. She loaded me with no less than forty-nine necklace-type artifacts, you see.
The Tower Master went a step further, even threatening that I could not take a single step outside until I wore all the necklaces.
Senior Scarface thought for a moment and then instructed me.
Whisper in the Tower Masters ear that you like her the most in the entire world.
Why?
Because only then will our path forward be opened.
Senior Scarface seemed utterly confident. I decided to trust the senior, both a wizard and a veteran explorer. I imagined a scene I had witnessed back when I was in elementary school.
With the warmth of a parent embracing a daughter returning from school, I hugged the Tower Master and whispered in her ear. It was nice to hug her because she was so cozy.
I like our Yuna the most in the entire world?
!!?!
At that moment, the Tower Master evaporated. Not as a joke or metaphor, but for real.
I was wondering what in the world was going on, but according to Senior Scarface, she had broken out of my hold with some lofty Illusion Magic before disappearing. For some reason, Senior Scarface had a strangely satisfied expression.
As expected, even if there was only a few months difference, it seemed a senior was still a senior, huh? Just like this, Senior Scarface had easily removed all obstacles.
In the end, I only wore one necklace.
This was how, with a throbbing and excited heart I stepped outside the Magic Tower for the first time in nine years.
===============================================================
When we reached the meeting place, a three-person party was waiting for us. I heard they were adventurers, but the state of their armaments was no joke. To exaggerate a bit, they were almost on the level of knights.
The gender ratio of the party consisted of one man and two women. At first glance, there seemed to be one warrior, one archer, and one rogue. The rogues outfit was quite lewd and the area of her fabric was small, which I thought was worth referencing. I should take a modeling of it as is and use it later.
A handsome young man, seemingly the leader, with his hair stylishly swept back in a 2:8 parting, introduced himself. His eyes resembled those of a fox and he even had a beauty mark near his eyes, which was a bit, hm. How to put it. Somehow he was, wella bitYou know?
Nice to meet you. I am Second-Class Adventurer Rowillen, who will be joining you on this adventure.
I look forward to your kind cooperation. Beauty Mark Gay.
.Is he perhaps picking a fight with me right now?
Its just that his brain is a bit abnormal. Please understand.
Senior Scarface quickly intervened to defend me.
Fortunately, seeing that he got pissed as fuck after hearing Beauty Mark Gay, he seemed to like /genesisforsaken
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Chapter 24: The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard
The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard
!!
The Purple Magic Tower Masters eyes widened, as she covered her mouth with one hand and urgently grabbed my sleeve with the other. When I looked at her, wondering what was going on, it seemed like she wanted to yawn.
I bent my knees to match her height and leaned in close to her face.
The Tower Master removed the hand covering her mouth and yawned cutely. Seeing a cute yawn was rare, but the Tower Master managed to achieve such a difficult thing.
Heuuuaaaaaaauahhhh.
I inhaled every single molecule of the breath exhaled by the Tower Master from a distance close enough to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.
Let the record show. This was not a lewd act to satisfy any maniacal tendencies.
A yawn was a natural phenomenon occurring in every single living being with souls.
Just as heat was gained by burning fuel, living beings burned their souls to obtain a source of energy. This energy, in martial arts terms, was called True Origin Qi, or in normal terms, life force.
This was also why Black Wizards were so eager to capture people. They used life force to cast their magic, after all.
And the byproduct of Soul Combustion was mana. To put it poetically, mana was like the ash left after a soul burned.
Living beings emitted a small amount of mana with each exhale. And occasionally, when a significant amount of unrefined mana accumulated, it was all released in a yawn.
The higher the individuals realm, the purer and more abundant the mana released through yawns. For an Archwizard, a single yawn could rival a potent elixir.
Therefore, there was a culture of allowing ones best disciple to drink their yawns. In very close relationships, to absorb 100% of the dissipating mana, they might even overlap each others lips.
How could one do such a thing without embarrassment? I was already nervous that our lips might accidentally touch.
Uh.
?!
Did they just brush slightly?
Phewwwww.
The Tower Master smiled refreshingly, as if pleased. Judging by her calm reaction, it seems it was just my imagination.I absentmindedly touched my lips.
After the eventful session with Second Prince Irid, the Tower Master and I had been spending quiet and peaceful days.
We woke up in the morning, washed up, and brushed our teeth. Then, we carved modelings.
We ate, did some light stretching, and then carved modelings.
We ate, carved modelings as a way to rest, and then carved modelings.
We ate and carved modeli.
Yeah, I know. I really did need a ton of modelings though. Not only for their use as heroines, but also to fulfill a mans dream of building giant robots. I had so many things I wanted to do.
And even among them, the most urgent was to gather combat data.
It was understandable that in the plot for the Second Prince, the main enemy was a mercenary with clumsy swordsmanship, but if a knight appeared as an enemy and couldnt handle a sword, it would be problematic for the storys consistency.
I also needed data on the movements of monsters. I had laid the foundation using numerous visual media from my previous life, but after consulting with Senior Scarface, the biggest social butterfly of the Purple Magic Tower (She goes out almost 50% of the entire week), she said my current data was an absolute mess.
Should I go outside at least once.
I-Its dangerous outside of the M-Magic Tower!
I know its dangerous, but still.
In the nine years at the Magic Tower, I hadnt researched even a hint of combat magic. It was not that I was a pacifist. I just found panty modeling more enjoyable than magic that destroyed others minds.
The Tower Master also opposed me learning combat magic. She said impurities would be mixed in. Considering it was advice from an Archwizard, I just took it at face value, not even bothering to look into it.
As such, I needed an assistant. A reliable bodyguard who could firmly protect me outside the tower. Ideally, it would be best if the Tower Master accompanied me..
Should we fill out an application form for the relocation of strategic weapons?
No.
Superhumans like Archwizards had to submit a request to the Imperial Court a week in advance, stating where they would go and how long they would stay.
To me, it felt like they were making too big of a fuss over it, but when I considered it from a neighboring Lords point of view, I kinda understood. It would be alarming to suddenly have a strategic nuclear weapon walking around your territory. They would probably start sweating bullets and lose strength in their limbs at the thought of that.
Even if the Lord themself paid caution, if some black-haired, tanned, good-for-nothing thug from the territory picked a fight..Depending on the temper of the walking strategic weapon, a whole street could blow up.
It would be good to add minor troubles to the group of humans led by the player, from petty theft to serious murder. Such morally ambiguous choices greatly helped in defining the character of the player.
I should include a heroine too. If the player was a woman..Mmm. I was roughly thinking along the lines of one frail scholarly type, one aspiring knight who admired the player and strived to follow their path, and one Top G.
As expected, I really needed to go outside the tower. Gathering combat data was now urgent.
If the Tower Master couldnt accompany me, I needed an alternative. Someone with a decent level of combat ability who could actively cooperate in my data collection. Not someone who just stayed looked up in research, but someone who had experience smashing goblin heads outside.
I decided to ask Senior Scarface for help.
Esteemed Junior, repeat after me. Lo-re-i.
Scarface.
Lo-
Lo.
Re-
Re.
I.
Scarface.
Although there was some trouble in the process of our communication, when I peeled off a few jewels attached to the letter, she became very cooperative. As expected, nothing could beat money.
The Tower Master did a wah wah wah, but the preparation for going out progressed very quickly. Senior Scarface hired an adventurer party, planned a suitable exploration route, and reassured the Tower Master that it would be a very safe journey.
Take this and just in case, this too..And thisAnd also this..
It seemed as if the Tower Master had awakened a mindset where she would rather kill me if she couldnt have me, as she bombarded me with a pile of artifacts. She loaded me with no less than forty-nine necklace-type artifacts, you see.
The Tower Master went a step further, even threatening that I could not take a single step outside until I wore all the necklaces.
Senior Scarface thought for a moment and then instructed me.
Whisper in the Tower Masters ear that you like her the most in the entire world.
Why?
Because only then will our path forward be opened.
Senior Scarface seemed utterly confident. I decided to trust the senior, both a wizard and a veteran explorer. I imagined a scene I had witnessed back when I was in elementary school.
With the warmth of a parent embracing a daughter returning from school, I hugged the Tower Master and whispered in her ear. It was nice to hug her because she was so cozy.
I like our Yuna the most in the entire world?
!!?!
At that moment, the Tower Master evaporated. Not as a joke or metaphor, but for real.
I was wondering what in the world was going on, but according to Senior Scarface, she had broken out of my hold with some lofty Illusion Magic before disappearing. For some reason, Senior Scarface had a strangely satisfied expression.
As expected, even if there was only a few months difference, it seemed a senior was still a senior, huh? Just like this, Senior Scarface had easily removed all obstacles.
In the end, I only wore one necklace.
This was how, with a throbbing and excited heart I stepped outside the Magic Tower for the first time in nine years.
===============================================================
When we reached the meeting place, a three-person party was waiting for us. I heard they were adventurers, but the state of their armaments was no joke. To exaggerate a bit, they were almost on the level of knights.
The gender ratio of the party consisted of one man and two women. At first glance, there seemed to be one warrior, one archer, and one rogue. The rogues outfit was quite lewd and the area of her fabric was small, which I thought was worth referencing. I should take a modeling of it as is and use it later.
A handsome young man, seemingly the leader, with his hair stylishly swept back in a 2:8 parting, introduced himself. His eyes resembled those of a fox and he even had a beauty mark near his eyes, which was a bit, hm. How to put it. Somehow he was, wella bitYou know?
Nice to meet you. I am Second-Class Adventurer Rowillen, who will be joining you on this adventure.
I look forward to your kind cooperation. Beauty Mark Gay.
.Is he perhaps picking a fight with me right now?
Its just that his brain is a bit abnormal. Please understand.
Senior Scarface quickly intervened to defend me.
Fortunately, seeing that he got pissed as fuck after hearing Beauty Mark Gay, he seemed to like /genesisforsaken
Chapter 24: The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard The Wizard Who Will Venture Out Of His Backyard !!The Purple Magic Tower Masters eyes widened, as she covered her mouth with one hand and urgently grabbed my sleeve with the other. When I looked at her, wondering what was going on, it seemed like she wanted to yawn.I bent my knees to match her height and leaned in close to her face.The Tower Master removed the hand covering her mouth and yawned cutely. Seeing a cute yawn was rare, but the Tower Master managed to achieve such a difficult thing.Heuuuaaaaaaauahhhh.I inhaled every single molecule of the breath exhaled by the Tower Master from a distance close enough to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.Let the record show. This was not a lewd act to satisfy any maniacal tendencies.A yawn was a natural phenomenon occurring in every single living being with souls.Just as heat was gained by burning fuel, living beings burned their souls to obtain a source of energy. This energy, in martial arts terms, was called True Origin Qi, or in normal terms, life force.This was also why Black Wizards were so eager to capture people. They used life force to cast their magic, after all.And the byproduct of Soul Combustion was mana. To put it poetically, mana was like the ash left after a soul burned.Living beings emitted a small amount of mana with each exhale. And occasionally, when a significant amount of unrefined mana accumulated, it was all released in a yawn.The higher the individuals realm, the purer and more abundant the mana released through yawns. For an Archwizard, a single yawn could rival a potent elixir.Therefore, there was a culture of allowing ones best disciple to drink their yawns. In very close relationships, to absorb 100% of the dissipating mana, they might even overlap each others lips.How could one do such a thing without embarrassment? I was already nervous that our lips might accidentally touch.Uh.?!Did they just brush slightly?Phewwwww.The Tower Master smiled refreshingly, as if pleased. Judging by her calm reaction, it seems it was just my imagination.I absentmindedly touched my lips.After the eventful session with Second Prince Irid, the Tower Master and I had been spending quiet and peaceful days.We woke up in the morning, washed up, and brushed our teeth. Then, we carved modelings.We ate, did some light stretching, and then carved modelings.We ate, carved modelings as a way to rest, and then carved modelings.We ate and carved modeli.Yeah, I know. I really did need a ton of modelings though. Not only for their use as heroines, but also to fulfill a mans dream of building giant robots. I had so many things I wanted to do.And even among them, the most urgent was to gather combat data.It was understandable that in the plot for the Second Prince, the main enemy was a mercenary with clumsy swordsmanship, but if a knight appeared as an enemy and couldnt handle a sword, it would be problematic for the storys consistency. I also needed data on the movements of monsters. I had laid the foundation using numerous visual media from my previous life, but after consulting with Senior Scarface, the biggest social butterfly of the Purple Magic Tower She goes out almost 50% of the entire week, she said my current data was an absolute mess.Should I go outside at least once.I-Its dangerous outside of the M-Magic Tower!I know its dangerous, but still.In the nine years at the Magic Tower, I hadnt researched even a hint of combat magic. It was not that I was a pacifist. I just found panty modeling more enjoyable than magic that destroyed others minds.The Tower Master also opposed me learning combat magic. She said impurities would be mixed in. Considering it was advice from an Archwizard, I just took it at face value, not even bothering to look into it.As such, I needed an assistant. A reliable bodyguard who could firmly protect me outside the tower. Ideally, it would be best if the Tower Master accompanied me..Should we fill out an application form for the relocation of strategic weapons?No.Superhumans like Archwizards had to submit a request to the Imperial Court a week in advance, stating where they would go and how long they would stay.To me, it felt like they were making too big of a fuss over it, but when I considered it from a neighboring Lords point of view, I kinda understood. It would be alarming to suddenly have a strategic nuclear weapon walking around your territory. They would probably start sweating bullets and lose strength in their limbs at the thought of that.Even if the Lord themself paid caution, if some black-haired, tanned, good-for-nothing thug from the territory picked a fight..Depending on the temper of the walking strategic weapon, a whole street could blow up.It would be good to add minor troubles to the group of humans led by the player, from petty theft to serious murder. Such morally ambiguous choices greatly helped in defining the character of the player.I should include a heroine too. If the player was a woman..Mmm. I was roughly thinking along the lines of one frail scholarly type, one aspiring knight who admired the player and strived to follow their path, and one Top G.As expected, I really needed to go outside the tower. Gathering combat data was now urgent.If the Tower Master couldnt accompany me, I needed an alternative. Someone with a decent level of combat ability who could actively cooperate in my data collection. Not someone who just stayed looked up in research, but someone who had experience smashing goblin heads outside.I decided to ask Senior Scarface for help.Esteemed Junior, repeat after me. Lo-re-i.Scarface.Lo-Lo.Re-Re.I.Scarface.Although there was some trouble in the process of our communication, when I peeled off a few jewels attached to the letter, she became very cooperative. As expected, nothing could beat money.The Tower Master did a wah wah wah, but the preparation for going out progressed very quickly. Senior Scarface hired an adventurer party, planned a suitable exploration route, and reassured the Tower Master that it would be a very safe journey.Take this and just in case, this too..And thisAnd also this..It seemed as if the Tower Master had awakened a mindset where she would rather kill me if she couldnt have me, as she bombarded me with a pile of artifacts. She loaded me with no less than forty-nine necklace-type artifacts, you see.The Tower Master went a step further, even threatening that I could not take a single step outside until I wore all the necklaces.Senior Scarface thought for a moment and then instructed me.Whisper in the Tower Masters ear that you like her the most in the entire world.Why?Because only then will our path forward be opened.Senior Scarface seemed utterly confident. I decided to trust the senior, both a wizard and a veteran explorer. I imagined a scene I had witnessed back when I was in elementary school.With the warmth of a parent embracing a daughter returning from school, I hugged the Tower Master and whispered in her ear. It was nice to hug her because she was so cozy.I like our Yuna the most in the entire world?!!?!At that moment, the Tower Master evaporated. Not as a joke or metaphor, but for real.I was wondering what in the world was going on, but according to Senior Scarface, she had broken out of my hold with some lofty Illusion Magic before disappearing. For some reason, Senior Scarface had a strangely satisfied expression.As expected, even if there was only a few months difference, it seemed a senior was still a senior, huh? Just like this, Senior Scarface had easily removed all obstacles.In the end, I only wore one necklace.This was how, with a throbbing and excited heart I stepped outside the Magic Tower for the first time in nine years.===============================================================When we reached the meeting place, a three-person party was waiting for us. I heard they were adventurers, but the state of their armaments was no joke. To exaggerate a bit, they were almost on the level of knights.The gender ratio of the party consisted of one man and two women. At first glance, there seemed to be one warrior, one archer, and one rogue. The rogues outfit was quite lewd and the area of her fabric was small, which I thought was worth referencing. I should take a modeling of it as is and use it later.A handsome young man, seemingly the leader, with his hair stylishly swept back in a 2:8 parting, introduced himself. His eyes resembled those of a fox and he even had a beauty mark near his eyes, which was a bit, hm. How to put it. Somehow he was, wella bitYou know?Nice to meet you. I am Second-Class Adventurer Rowillen, who will be joining you on this adventure.I look forward to your kind cooperation. Beauty Mark Gay..Is he perhaps picking a fight with me right now?Its just that his brain is a bit abnormal. Please understand.Senior Scarface quickly intervened to defend me.Fortunately, seeing that he got pissed as fuck after hearing Beauty Mark Gay, he seemed to like /genesisforsaken
