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As the new day dawned, Richard had already gained a general understanding of the wizards described in the book and the entire magic system.
According to the book, wizards were a group of people with mysterious powers who could manipulate the energies, materials, and even life in nature through special means to produce miraculous changes.
Generally speaking, wizards would not actively interact with ordinary people, carefully hiding themselves, spending most of their time gathering with companions to explore ancient secrets and study more advanced spells.
Of course, there was a hierarchy among wizards, from low to high, ranging from First-level Wizard, Second-level Wizard, Third-level Wizard, and so on, up to the highest Level 9 Wizard.
Generally speaking, a First-level Wizard possessed special abilities that ordinary people could not resist, capable of easily annihilating an entire elite army, killing a kingdom's ruler, and leaving amidst a thousand troops.
Second-level Wizards were even more powerful, capable of performing feats beyond the limits of ordinary imagination, such as turning a pebble into a living giant rock or transforming a living person into a lifeless statue.
Third-level Wizards were comparable to gods, possessing the ability to move mountains and overturn seas. Unleashing a spell with full force could cause a natural disaster in one place, make an area suffer from a continuous drought turning it into a desert, or incessant rain turning it into a swamp.
As for Level 4 Wizards, Level 5 Wizards, Level 6 Wizards, the methods they wield were completely unimaginable, like creating enormous islands in the ocean to inhabit or altering the climate of an entire continent to their liking...
As for Level 7 Wizards and above, their existence was an unproven issue, only vaguely mentioned in fragments passed down from ancient times.
In short, the power of wizards was undeniable. As long as one became a wizard, even the weakest wizard, they could scorn the royal power and laws of humanity at will.
Of course, many times most people did not have the talent to become wizards, and even if they had the talent, many were stuck at the level of wizard apprentices.
A wizard apprentice was the level before becoming a wizard. They were not considered formal wizards. Although they could cast some spells, they were far from comparable to real wizards. While their methods were feared by ordinary people, ordinary people had many ways to kill them.
The most important thing was that wizard apprentices often could not confront a well-trained army directly, so they had to abide by the law to a certain extent and obey the royal authority. Many times, out of necessity, wizard apprentices had to attach themselves to some noble, serving them for life.
Becoming a true wizard was every wizard apprentice's desire, but obviously, it wasn't so easy to succeed. Even becoming a wizard apprentice was extremely difficult because not everyone had talent, and the odds of having it were less than one in ten thousand.
Only those with talent, less than one in ten thousand, could undergo three Life Remolding transformations, completing the transition from mortal to reserve wizard to prepare to become a true wizard. The remaining more than nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine people could only choose to remain mortals forever.
These three Life Remolding processes were: Star Body Projection, Magic Origin Creation, and Energy Melting.
And testing whether a person had talent was simple, namely...
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"Thud!" A scroll fell, crashing onto the desktop, Richard picked it up, raised it high, stared at the scroll, and then released his hand.
"Thud!" The scroll fell again, crashing onto the desktop for the second time.
His eyes flickered, Richard picked up the scroll once more, staring intently, exerting all his spiritual power to try and lift the scroll, then let go.
"Thud!" The scroll fell for the third time.
"Whew—" Richard exhaled, closed his eyes, feeling slightly fatigued from staying awake all night. He rubbed his temples and murmured to himself, "As expected, the one-in-ten-thousand chance isn't so easily attained, otherwise, it wouldn't be the real world. It seems, after all, that I don't have talent, which indeed aligns logically, aligns with the probability theory.
Assuming for now that the content in the book isn't all deceitful, the current situation is that after painstakingly deciphering the secrets of the Wizard Book, I am blocked from the Wizard World by reality. This is quite interesting..."
He opened his eyes, glanced out the window, where the eastern sun had just risen, casting light on every corner of the land.
Richard slightly squinted his eyes, murmured to himself, "So next, let's see how thick this door to the Wizard World really is. I want to try using scientific methods to see if it can be forcibly broken.
If becoming a wizard relied solely on so-called talent, what would be the point? Only by relying entirely on science to become a wizard, to analyze and apply the principles of the entire magic system scientifically—now that's truly interesting.
At least this way, it might be possible to uncover most of the truths of this current world, and I could understand how I came to this damned world in the first place.
Transmigration, eh? Ha, such a jocular reason from a novel, I don't need that. I need a scientifically explainable real answer."
Richard stood up, facing the sunrise, stretching himself, as sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the dust-filled air.
Countless sand-like dust particles, at that moment, were gilded in golden light, dancing gracefully, floating and sinking in the light, appearing exceptionally splendid.
Suddenly, the dust stirred, as if an invisible giant fist punched into it, under the influence of the airwave, the dust scattered anxiously in all directions.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The door connecting Richard's study to his bedroom was knocked at that moment.
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With a creak, Richard opened the door, seeing Edward standing outside, with a slightly tense expression.
"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Richard asked, knowing that his Personal Guard Captain rarely showed this expression.
Edward spoke, "Your Highness, Mr. Delon has come, saying he wants to see you."
"Mr. Delon? To see me?" Richard's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Mr. Delon was a thin, old man in his sixties, the steward of the Blue Lion Kingdom's King, theoretically managing all the affairs of the palace, large and small. Although just a servant, the power he held surpassed that of many Court Officials, even small nobles. Just not knowing what the other party suddenly came for is vexing; I'm busy preparing to solve the three Life Remolding riddles in the Wizard Book, I don't have time to waste...
"Where is he now?"
"Waiting in the hall."
"Alright, I'll go see him." Richard stepped towards the door, "Let's see what the situation is first."
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