Wizard Lord:I can Extract Anything

Richard ultimately decided against accepting the wizard families' offers for breeding. Beyond finding the practice distasteful, he prioritized keeping his bodily information private. Although he currently had no enemies, as his guild expanded, conflicts with other guilds were inevitable.

In the wizarding world, business conflicts weren't limited to commercial strategies; physically eliminating a rival was also a viable option.

After the banquet, Richard parted ways with Jolord.

He entrusted Jolord with purchasing the materials and specifications needed for the Spell Support Vehicles. While the materials would cost Richard 500 magic crystals if he bought them himself, Jolord could likely procure them cheaper, ensuring good quality.

Back at his wizard tower, Richard resumed work on the mental power amplification device.

With no further distractions, Richard spent a month redoing the remaining components. He assembled these parts and rune base plates into a device resembling a cultivation chamber.

This was the mental power amplification device Richard had labored over for so long.

Once combined with the mental message compression technology, this device would serve as a communication tower with the Nightmare World.

After loading the device with magic stones, Richard lay inside and activated it.

His mental power flowed through the rune base plates, amplified by hundreds of rune arrays. A wave of heat burst from the device, raising the lab's temperature significantly.

Despite Richard's rework, the massive rune arrays still caused significant mana loss.

Amplified by the device, Richard's mental power reached a staggering peak. If mental power were a fluctuating curve, it had now reached its highest point.

Any further increase would cause Richard's soul to lose control over such intense mental power.

In this state, Richard's mental perception became incredibly detailed, akin to wearing a microscope on his face, able to discern even a speck of dust's shape. The overwhelming influx of intricate information nearly caused his brain to crash.

"I need to shut it off."

With his mind nearly frozen, Richard subconsciously turned off the machine. His mental power returned to his soul, and he sat dazed in the chamber for nearly five minutes before his eyes cleared.

"Phew, that was intense." Richard sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Opening the chamber door, he immediately felt the lab's increased temperature. The device's heat dissipation components still glowed faintly red.

"The loss is still too great," Richard mused. "I wonder how floating cities are made. If making something this small results in such mana loss, floating cities must be like heaven's pinnacle technology."

Thinking of the Forerunners, Richard wondered if floating cities were indeed that advanced.

Once the device cooled, Richard re-entered with a compressed mental message.

His mental power and the compressed message were amplified through the rune arrays, forming a sharp arrow.

This arrow, under Richard's control, shot through the link between his soul and soul seed. The dimensional barrier, though thick, couldn't stop the message from reaching the Nightmare World.

Simultaneously, a sound came from the black coffin behind the Sword Saint, Bone.

Bang!

"Damn, forgot I was in the coffin."

...

In the Nightmare World, Bone, the Black Coffin Sword Saint, was a little nightmare of unknown origin.

When he first entered the No Man's Land, nightmares knew him simply as Bone or the Coffin Bearer. But after he used his incredibly hard sword to kill one after another nightmare creature coveting him and the coffin, the land changed how they referred to him.

They honored him as the Sword Saint, and because he carried a black coffin, they called him the Black Coffin Sword Saint.

Rumors said the coffin contained a terrifying nightmare creature.

Some claimed it was Bone's enemy, and he carried the coffin to monitor it constantly. Others said it held Bone's master, the being who named him and gave him the great sword.

But decades passed, and Bone grew from a minor nightmare to a great one, yet the black coffin remained sealed.

Today, Bone practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard as usual.

His swordsmanship wasn't merely swinging a great sword; his nightmare power changed with each swing. Rather than swordsmanship, it was more like a unique spell.

As the nightmare power shifted, a black-red rune appeared on the sword.

Bone's sword became incredibly sharp.

This rune was unlike any wizard rune, complex and flowing not with magic but pure nightmare power.

A swing of the sword silently sliced through the courtyard wall.

Bone sheathed his sword, ready to check the tavern for work.

The No Man's Land, being lawless, attracted powerful figures from various territories to hire its inhabitants for inconvenient tasks.

This contributed to the lawless ones' existence and growth.

Suddenly, Bone heard a dull thud from the black coffin, as if something had slammed into it. Then he heard a complaint and the sound of the coffin opening.

"The boss finally woke up!?"

Bone felt a surge of joy, followed by confusion.

With the boss awake, his duties ended. His future might involve joining a territory as a nightmare knight's vassal.

But decades of living alone had changed Bone.

He now preferred this free life.

Through continuous mental messages, Richard's body began moving intermittently.

Before him stood a nightmare creature with a formidable aura.

Richard eyed the cloaked nightmare creature, tentatively asking, "Bone."

Bone nodded, then knelt.

"Boss, you're finally awake. It's been seventy-four years since you were injured."

Feeling the bond from naming, Richard was amazed at Bone.

Over seventy years, this little guy had grown into a formidable nightmare creature.

"Not bad, Bone. Where are we now?"

"Boss, we're in the No Man's Land."

Richard considered; he remembered Ulysses mentioning it once.

A gathering place for nightmare creatures not ruled by nightmare lords.

Surrounding him was a courtyard and vast wilderness.

"There are no other nightmare creatures nearby?"

"Uh... I prefer peace, so I cleared out the annoying ones."

"Good, well done."

Richard nodded, satisfied with the environment and Bone.

"Bone, I'll be brief. My awakening is temporary, about ten minutes daily before I sleep again."

Strangely, Bone felt relieved hearing this.

Maybe his life wouldn't change.

Richard ignored Bone's feelings, quickly stating, "Tell me what you need. I need you to grow as strong as possible while staying safe."

After returning to the wizarding world, Richard searched for the Dreamwalkers' Club but found no such club at True Tower's fifth-floor address.

He realized the wizarding world had five True Towers, each far apart, separated by uninhabited zones. Even third-circle wizards took decades to travel between them.

Crossing these zones was dangerous and unavoidable.

And no teleportation arrays connected the True Towers.

Rumors claimed a long-dead sixth-circle wizard from the evocation school warped the world's space structure during the Wizard Wars, making teleportation arrays dangerously unpredictable.

Though much of the distortion had recovered, long-range teleportation within the wizarding world remained difficult. Only the world's guardians could use the primordial world teleportation.

Alternative cross-region transport existed but was either costly or restricted. So Richard shelved plans to find the Dreamwalkers' Club at other True Towers.

He wasn't in a hurry; he'd need the soul essence only upon advancement, and regular meditation sufficed.

A wizard's strength mainly stems from knowledge, not just mental power.

Hearing Richard, Bone pondered and replied, "Boss, could you get me armor? Armor of the same material as this sword.

My ability evolved after becoming a great nightmare. I can now absorb armor to enhance my defense."

Richard said nothing, gathering nightmare power. Minutes later, an adamantine plate armor appeared in his hand.

He tossed it to Bone, "Do well. Strength is secondary; survival is... most... important."

With that, Richard's nightmare form collapsed. In the wizarding world, his lab had become an oven, and opening the chamber brought a wave of heat.

His device had overheated, triggering his safety measures and shutting down.

"I hope the little guy remains loyal. Becoming a second-tier creature so quickly, nightmare evolution is truly rapid."

...

In the Nightmare World, Bone gently cradled Richard's fallen form, dusting him off before returning him to the coffin.

Closing the coffin, Bone looked at the adamantine armor in his hands, recalling Richard's parting words.

"Survival, huh?" Bone tightened his grip on the armor, feeling a pang of shame.

For a moment, he had considered betrayal.

The boss gave him a name, a new life, yet he thought of betraying him to maintain his current lifestyle!

How shameful!

Bone hoisted the coffin, absorbed the armor into his body, and headed to the lawless tavern.

The boss needed him to grow stronger, so he had to try his best.

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