Wizard Lord:I can Extract Anything

An indescribable fear gripped Richard once more. The eye did nothing but glance at him, and he felt as if his very flesh and blood were about to disintegrate.

"A World Lord, definitely a World Lord!" Richard thought in terror.

This eye undoubtedly belonged to a World Lord.

The mad wizard sneered at Richard. Though he, too, was immobilized by the World Lord's pressure, to him, it was the majesty of his master.

"Oh, my lord, descend upon this world," the mad wizard cried out in near ecstasy.

But then he noticed something amiss.

Richard's body... it was moving!

How could such an insect as Richard move under the Crimson Lord's majesty?

Richard slowly moved his hand to his waist pouch. Unlike this ignorant mad wizard, he had actually met a Grand Wizard before. During that meeting, Richard's body had adapted to extreme fear.

Now, Richard could function normally under the less intense pressure of a World Lord.

The spatial rift was expanding, and it seemed the owner of that blood-red eye truly intended to descend into this world.

Richard reached into his magic pouch and pulled out three black cylinders.

"Magical equipment? Foolish lamb, do you still wish to struggle? Bow down to my master. Our lord will bring a perfect earthly paradise to this world!" the mad wizard shouted fervently.

Richard ignored him, calculating the distance to the altar.

"I'm three meters from the altar. This should be close enough."

Channeling magic power into his heart, Richard felt a surge of strength, granting him the power to throw.

"Go!"

The three black cylinders landed precisely on the altar.

"Three, two..."

"Useless!" the mad wizard laughed hysterically. "This altar can't be destroyed unless a wizard intervenes..."

"One!"

Boom!

A blinding light, reminiscent of creation itself, engulfed the altar.

The next moment, a thunderous sound echoed through the hall, leaving Richard dazed.

As the light faded, the altar had vanished.

"The altar... it's gone? How is this possible?" The mad wizard stared in disbelief at the altar's former location, now just a gaping black hole.

"This can't be, it can't be!"

The mad wizard crawled to the altar's remains like a dog, desperate to prove it was all an illusion.

But it was gone, and no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find a trace of the nearly vaporized altar.

Richard let out a sigh of relief. Three annihilation grenades, each with a thousand energy levels, had done the trick.

Without those grenades, he might not have survived today.

But before he could relax, a "crack" reached his ears.

"No way." Richard's heart sank as he looked towards the altar's location.

From the space where the altar once stood, countless blood-red tendrils tore through, ripping open a spatial rift.

It's back!

"Damn it..."

Richard cursed internally at the sight of those blood-red tendrils, wondering why the World Lord insisted on sending its head on a platter despite the altar's destruction.

Must it deliver its head at all costs?

The mad wizard laughed maniacally.

"Hahaha... I knew my master wouldn't fail... huh? Why is my master retreating?"

Before he could finish his glee, the blood-red tendrils abruptly retracted into the rift, as if sensing something and preparing to flee.

"Cackle... you think you can leave after coming to the wizarding world?"

In an instant, the space in the underground hall seemed frozen, the retreating tendrils immobilized in mid-air. A spatial rift materialized from nowhere, and from it emerged a black-robed wizard.

"Your task is done, little one."

Richard looked at this wizard, who exuded an evil, maddening aura, like an apocalyptic demon wearing human skin. Yet, he felt no fear, only a strange closeness, as if this fearsome wizard were family.

"Is this... a spell?" Richard wondered, feeling a trace of confusion. Had his mind been manipulated?

The black-robed wizard ignored Richard's reaction. Extending an arm from beneath the robe, he grasped at the blood-red tendrils, as if seizing the entire space of the underground hall. Richard felt a suffocating pressure, and the mad wizard seemed to bear even more, collapsing into a pool of flesh under the weight.

Boom...

The World Lord beyond the rift chose to abandon part of itself, severing the tendrils that had reached into the wizarding world.

But the black-robed wizard was not done. With a sinister laugh, he thrust his arm into the spatial rift, reaching through the temporal turbulence for the owner of the blood-red tendrils.

"The wizarding world tolerates no alien intrusion!"

The terrifying entities clashed across the turbulent space-time, while Richard watched in awe.

Soon, the black-robed wizard withdrew his arm, clutching a thick, bloody tendril.

Covered in mysterious patterns, the tendril made Richard dizzy with just a glance, nearly causing him to faint.

"The rules of flesh, useful enough."

The black-robed wizard casually opened a spatial rift and tossed the tendril inside, collecting the remaining writhing tendrils from the ground, leaving behind only one the size of an arm.

"Little one, you did well." The black-robed wizard approached Richard, holding the tendril. "Evacuating civilians was a wise decision, and standing by your duty is an admirable quality."

Richard hurriedly stood and respectfully saluted the wizard.

"Master, I am Richard, an apprentice of the 432nd class of the Black Tower Wizard Academy. It's an honor to receive your praise."

"You did well. This little thing is your reward." The black-robed wizard tossed the tendril to Richard. "Though that World Lord is a level four creature, most of the essence in this tendril has been reclaimed. It's just a shell now. Take it back as a specimen or study its structure, as you wish. It's not dangerous."

With that, the black-robed wizard stepped forward and vanished without a trace before Richard could respond.

"Not dangerous, he says..." Richard mused, gripping the tendril as the Miracle Furnace in his soul vibrated slightly.

[Material: Unknown Tendril]

[Extractable Rule: Flesh (Extremely Fragmented) (Dissipating)]

[Extraction Cost: 5 Soul Power]

[Proceed with Extraction?]

"The rules of flesh, soul power..." Richard pondered, torn.

Soul power represented Richard's mental power limit. If he chose to extract, he would drop from a senior wizard apprentice to a mid-level one.

This could be a disadvantage for the upcoming apprentice exchange competition.

But the extractable rule of flesh was no ordinary find.

Creatures capable of touching rules were typically at least at the third-ring wizard level. Although this rule was extremely fragmented, it was undoubtedly a massive boon for an apprentice like him.

So... to extract or not to extract?

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