Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 272 - 023: Impossible Forever

Chapter 272: 023: Impossible Forever

The moonlight resembled a silver veil, outlining the blurred silhouettes of the forest. The shadows of the trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if whispering secrets, adding a touch of mystery to this silent land.

Inside the large house, Lynch was holding a short magic wand, turning it lightly.

Invisible winds swirled within the room, blowing toward the laboratory, where piles of minerals, metals, and other strange materials lay. They were swept up and flew toward Lynch’s feet.

Like footsteps echoing, crisp ’tap-tap’ sounds rang out as various bottles and jars on the shelves suddenly came to life. Like obedient children, they hopped down from the shelves and cabinets, forming lines as they walked toward Lynch.

“Swish!”

Books fluttered open, and those in the study transformed as though into birds, flapping the wings of their pages and flying toward Lynch.

The wooden house trembled as heavy ’thud-thud-thud’ footsteps resounded — the quiet behemoths in the warehouse had stirred into motion. Skeletons, zombies, rock puppets, alchemy demon puppets… these loyal soldiers all obeyed Lynch’s summoning and approached.

Usually tranquil, the large house now bustled like a marketplace, with all kinds of magical materials, peculiar magical items, and dazzling magical creations…

Since entering the Inner Ring, Lynch had moved into this house. Even after obtaining the Netta identity, he stayed here—counting it up, it had been several decades. Over these years, the amount of magical materials, books, and creations he accumulated was astonishing.

To bring everything with him, Lynch had specially prepared several dozen space pockets, each an advanced product with storage capacities of over 100 cubic meters.

Fortunately, during the Blood-colored Battlefield, many space pockets had “emerged” from the Knowledge Ruins, and in later years, since he stayed with Avery and had no dire financial needs, he hadn’t sold them. Otherwise, purchasing these space pockets alone would have cost tens of thousands of magic stones.

With the help of magic, the accumulation of decades of work was sorted and stored neatly into the pockets. The dozens of magic stone bags were packed to the brim, almost to bursting.

“Phew—finally packed everything.”

After finishing this task, Lynch couldn’t help but sigh in relief. He hadn’t realized until now just how much he owned.

But thinking carefully, this large house had indeed undergone many modifications over the years — mostly funded and arranged by Avery. She was meticulous, always ensuring expansions whenever the house seemed close to being overfilled.

Her attention to detail wasn’t limited to this house; it extended to the materials Lynch used for experiments, the magic stones he consumed daily, and the cultivation resources he required…

During their years together, Lynch never once had to worry about these aspects — Avery always had everything sorted for him, placing the resources he needed right before him without needing a word from his lips.

“When she comes back and sees this scene, she’ll likely be furious, won’t she?”

Standing at the center of the house, Lynch glanced around. Bare walls, empty shelves, a deserted laboratory… the entire house looked as though it had been robbed, leaving only the furniture behind.

Lynch could easily picture Avery erupting in rage at such a sight, likely dispatching people worldwide to track him down.

Lynch understood her well. She was a fiercely resolute individual — once she set her mind on something, she wouldn’t easily change it. When she rooted someone within her heart, it was akin to planting them deeply into her soul—giving up that bond was nearly impossible.

If there were a better way, Lynch wouldn’t have chosen to venture out and wander so soon. Here, the days were calm, resources plentiful—spending eternity cultivating within this peace wouldn’t be bad.

But rules are rules, and he currently lacked the power to defy them.

When it came to Avery…

She had never truly grasped the most crucial point: that it is only by possessing the power to change the rules that one gains the authority to do so, not the other way around.

This means that her self-perceived efforts have ultimately been meaningless, and might have even backfired…

Thus,

As much as Lynch felt reluctant, he had no choice but to make this decision.

As the saying goes—

“Departing now is only for a better reunion in the future.”

Lynch muttered softly, then swung his wand to inscribe the words on the walls.

By right, he should leave behind a letter or a mirror crystal to explain the situation, but Lynch felt that no matter what he said, it would only cause her pain. If so, then it was better to leave things unsaid until the day they reunited.

Rather than wasting time on emotional entanglements, it was better to work harder, to return to this land with enough power to fulfill her desires — that was the best compensation he could offer her.

“Why does this feel like something out of a Crooked Mouth Dragon King skit?”

Lynch smirked ironically, briefly recalling short dramas he’d seen on Earth.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of irrelevant thoughts, gathered all the space pockets on the ground, and turned to head out of the house.

“This journey doesn’t even have anyone to send me off, how lonely…”

Lynch had intended to leave quietly all along, but indeed, no one was present to bid him farewell.

Adam had gone to the human world to investigate the war, Avery was at the South Coast on a family mission, and everyone else Lynch knew, whether close acquaintances or distant ones, seemed coincidentally absent from the Shadow Tower area.

The only person who could have come to see him off was Graham. Come to think of it, that man was peculiar — showing up one late night bearing a ship ticket, despite being someone so stingy he hated spending even a single magic stone…

Hmm?

At that thought, Lynch’s brows furrowed slightly.

Something felt off.

Lynch had known Graham long enough to be sure of his miserly nature — someone who would feign unconsciousness to avoid footing the bill, treating the loss of a magic stone as if it were a mortal wound. Yet suddenly gifting a ship ticket worth several thousand magic stones without mentioning payment? It was too out of character.

If something’s unusual, there’s always a reason. Could it mean…

The ticket is fake?

While Lynch found this conjecture unlikely, given Graham’s lack of malice or reason for such a joke, he still couldn’t deduce the motive behind it.

“Maybe he got it on a lucky deal somehow.”

Shaking his head, Lynch decided not to dwell on the matter. Regardless of the ticket’s authenticity, it would have little effect on his plans — he had enough magic stones with him after all.

Turning the doorknob, he pushed the door open and stepped outside.

Outside, the stars shone brilliantly.

The radiant stars illuminated the cobblestone path, which extended into the infinite expanse of the vast forest. A night breeze swept by, as if deliberately escorting Lynch, its presence stirring within him a surge of grand ambitions for the journey ahead.

The world was vast—why not start exploring tonight!

Hoisting his pack, Lynch took his first step on the road ahead.

“Tap-tap-tap!”

But just then, hurried footsteps disrupted the quiet. Through the night wind, a faint figure came racing toward him.

This was a young woman, with delicate features and chestnut hair. Though not exceptionally striking, her presence carried an air of elegance and dignity—a clear mark of someone from a wealthy family.

“Anna?”

Lynch paused, recognizing the identity of the approaching woman—it was Anna Cavas, Graham’s fiancée.

As she drew closer, Lynch’s brows furrowed tighter.

In the moonlight, Anna’s eyes were swollen and red, her face soaked with tears. She appeared flustered, trembling slightly in the night wind, exuding helplessness from head to toe.

Immediately, Lynch stepped forward. “What’s wrong, Anna?”

Anna stood before Lynch, seemingly too shaken to speak. She tried to gain a semblance of composure, adjusting her mental state.

Finally, sobbing, she pleaded, “Wizard Lynch, please… please save Graham!”

With that, she burst into tears. “I have no way out… not a single solution left…”

Lynch frowned.

…

Meanwhile, on the South Coast, at Tide Manor.

“Phew!”

Inside her office, Avery put down the final public document after a full day of work.

Rubbing her weary temples, she leaned back in her chair, picked up the slightly cooled cup of soul cleansing tea, and gazed out the window as she sipped the tea.

Beyond the window, the night deepened, and the sea breeze carried on. Through the vast, endless coastline, her thoughts seemed to transcend time and space, landing on that humble yet cozy large house within the shadows of the Dark Forest.

That house was where her heart called home.

“I wonder what he’s doing now? Probably cultivating as usual.”

Immersing himself day and night in cultivation, secluding himself in the cultivation room whenever he got the chance, endlessly studying magic and meditating—it was as if in his monotonous life, no other colors were needed.

For this opportunity, he had given his all.

“The efforts won’t be in vain; all hard work is worthwhile.”

She harbored no doubt about Lynch’s potential to ascend to Mid-level Wizard within a century. Then, the two of them could truly walk together, companions on the Wizard’s Road, sharing each step of the immortal journey.

Spring would find them exploring the forest together, summer setting sail across the seas, autumn strolling among the falling red leaves, and winter curling up near the fireplace…

Exchanging goodnight wishes, waking to see each other’s faces.

Day and night, through all seasons as they drift.

Walking together to discover eternity at the end of time or facing the inevitability of death…

Even then, they would never be alone.

“He won’t let me down!”

Dreaming of their idyllic future, Avery felt her fatigue dissolving. She put down her tea and prepared to ignite the candles for her next task—if Lynch was giving his all, she couldn’t afford to relax either.

But just then, footsteps echoed.

“Tap-tap-tap!”

Soon, voices followed from the corridor beyond her office.

“Master, I don’t understand why you agreed to those ridiculous terms. Do you truly intend to allow Miss Avery to marry that Muggle?” It was Folyn, Landot’s apprentice.

Avery froze.

Then,

She heard Landot’s voice.

Landot sneered, “What do you know?”

“Lord Calvin prepared long ago. The Deep Meditation Law Avery delivered to that Mudblood had already been altered.”

“Not a hundred years, not a thousand years, not even ten thousand years—he’ll never have even the slightest chance at advancement!”

Folyn exclaimed in shock, “Huh? Is that true?”

Landot replied, “What did you expect?”

Folyn gasped, “Tsk, that’s brutal. The person he trusted the most painstakingly delivers a meditation method, something he would never suspect, and he uses it incessantly day and night but ultimately gets nothing—perhaps even blaming himself for the failure. Tsk…”

For a fleeting moment, Folyn felt sympathy for Lynch.

Landot’s sneer deepened. “He deserves it!”

“A lowly Mudblood dares to dream of wedding into the esteemed Tavendish family’s pure bloodline. It’s absurd. Avery simply doesn’t realize this now; she’s still too young, too naïve—she’ll come to her senses once she’s tired of it.”

“She’ll understand that the despicable Mudblood will always remain only a Mudblood, eternally falling short of her world!”

“There is no possibility between them whatsoever!”

“None at all!”

The voices and footsteps gradually faded into silence.

Inside the room,

Avery stood rooted in place.

The color drained completely from her face.