Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

Link, too, was utterly at a loss as to what the Fairy King was thinking.

However, whatever it was, it must have been something good that defied Link’s knowledge.

Indeed, every good deed has its reward.

“So, what should we do, Master? Stand by and do nothing?”

Franda wrinkled her cute little face and asked expectantly.

She was eager now to strike at those who dared ambush her master.

Her instinct told her that she could confront the bad guys now without worrying about any retaliation from them.

“Seed” will go all out to assist her.

But without the command from her master, Franda wouldn’t act impulsively.

“As long as there are no signs of him escaping, we’ll leave him alone for now.”

Having pondered upon it for a while, Link decided to adopt a conservative stance to avoid being fooled. He ordered, “Franda, watch over his every move, and along the way, help your master clean up the Sea of Consciousness.”

“Certainly, Master.”

Franda answered sweetly.

Cleaning up the Sea of Consciousness was effortlessly simple, not as complicated as reshaping it.

Having access to all of Link’s knowledge, Franda, once granted permission by Link, could tune the Hall of Mind developed based on the “Mind Closure Technique” and the theory of Hall of Memories.

Link had to withdraw his consciousness from the Sea of Consciousness to return to the real world.

In the real world, Link had teammates around him, especially True Spirit Wizard Assad and Boss Otis. Any prolonged immersion in the Sea of Consciousness would undoubtedly raise suspicions.

He didn’t know much about these teammates, including the friendliest of them, Assad, let alone fully understand them.

His teammate Lokan, in fact, harbored stark hostility against Link.

Given all these considerations, Link decided not to reveal some of his secrets to them for the time being.

Therefore, the Fairy King’s soul attempted ambush in the Sea of Consciousness, intending to possess him. They must not discover this, at least not at the present moment.

Only when meeting Sage Palo would Link spill the beans.

If not, he could potentially be perceived as someone who was already possessed by the Fairy King.

Lokan would certainly seize such an opportunity, unhesitantly making a move.

That kind of turn of events, however, wouldn’t align with Link’s interests.

Alright, Link admitted it. Once again, he didn’t refrain from hypothesizing someone’s intentions with his worst assumptions.

Drawing a deep breath, Link retained a serene expression, quickly adjusting his condition.

Assad, with his sharp senses, sensed something unusual and asked, “Have you discovered something? Or has something affected you?”

As nonchalantly as he could, Link replied, “I haven’t discovered anything. I was just reflecting on that absurd conjecture earlier and learning a lesson from it.”

“Is that so?”

Assad was skeptical but didn’t probe further.

Everyone harbors secrets they don’t wish to share.

Unremittingly pursuing an answer from someone who’s unwilling to share their secrets is frowned upon.

Assad didn’t want to be that annoying person, so he remained silent.

“Betty, you scout. Onyx and Mark, you be on guard duty, everyone else, do what you need to do. We’ll wait for the reinforcements before discussing anything else.”

Boss Otis cast a glance towards the location of the Inverted Pyramid’s underground labyrinth and made the decision to let the squad, who has been working non-stop since their arrival, rest.

In any case, the main objective of this mission had been achieved.

No matter if the Fairy King escaped. He was like a grasshopper in Autumn, his days were numbered.

The members of the special team set off to perform their duties as ordered.

Unable to shake off his temper, Lokan sulked in a corner, uttering eloquent invectives in an undertone.

His silhouette somehow gave off a silly vibe.

“Black Cat” Betty operated the Biomimetic Hummingbird, setting up surveillance around the perimeter.

The twins Onyx and Mark, each standing on either side, were on alert.

Assad was pulled away by Boss Otis for another attempt to contact the Command Post and the reinforcement team.

Link found a spot shielded from the wind, took out his miniature experimental equipment and decided to redo the blood test he had done in haste earlier.

This time, there was no compromise on accuracy for speed.

While waiting for the test result, Link multitasked as he plunged his consciousness into the Sea of Consciousness, monitoring the Fairy King imprisoned in the “Seed” with Franda.

After some time of buffering, “Seed” began to exhibit its devouring nature.

Like ants gnawing away at an elephant, it slowly tore apart the Fairy King’s Spirit.

The Fairy King’s Spirit could do nothing about this Rule Power.

Beyond futilely retracting his spirit in defense against the gnawing and attempting to slow down the rate at which it was being consumed, he was powerless to do anything else.

The powerful ruler of the Fairy World, the Supreme King of all Fairy Clans had been reduced to such a pitiful state.

How depressing! What a pitiful feeling!

As the master of the “Seed,”

Link sensed the satisfaction and pleasure that the “Seed” was expressing obliquely,

and witnessed the blush gradually paint Franda, the “Spirit,” the color of a wine-flushed face,

His mood significantly brightened, transitioning from the alarm he felt when the Fairy King ambushed him and almost possessed him, into an exhilarating contentment.

Just when he was worrying about where to find resources for the second phase of “Seed” cultivation, the Fairy King came gift wrapped into his hands.

Such a pleasant surprise deserves a good cheers.

A moment for celebration, indeed!