This Wizard is So Unscientific!

Chapter 102 - 102 102 Return to Ramore_1

?Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Return to Ramore!_1 Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Return to Ramore!_1 Location of the entrance to the Demon King’s Tomb.

At this moment, in St. Land, Ramore Tower, Ebony Fortress, Black River Valley, Blood Lake City.

The strong from these five powers had all gathered here.

Yet, the expressions on these Transcendent Warriors’ faces were not very pleasant.

Judging by the number of people who have returned alive so far.

Of those who went in, less than half have come out alive.

Especially since a small portion of highly anticipated masters have not yet emerged.

Such as Tuck of Ramore, and Phil Brollo. The two of them are vaguely in the position of Ramore’s first and second seeds.

St. Land’s Genius Swordsman Blanc, as well as Gerald, a warrior with a near A Grade Transcendent Talent.

But this was still considered good news.

At least these few forces had also harvested some desirable Demon King Sequence Features.

Some of their elite and genius Transcendent beings had returned.

Black River Valley, having not secured any Demon King Traits, and not a single person having returned.

The other strong had some reasons to console themselves.

Whereas the Transcendent Warrior from Black River Valley had a face so sullen it seemed he could almost wring out water from it.

“The world inside has been shattered for two hours now.”

“During this time, no one has returned, and it’s about time… to close it.”

It was then that the person stationed in Oswaya spoke up indifferently.

The numerous strong remained silent.

Although hope was still very slim, they were not quite ready to give up just yet.

“Why don’t you do a divination to see if anyone else could still come back?”

It was at this moment that the Necromancer Aubrey turned to Oswaya and spoke.

“Eh? Haven’t you always been skeptical of my divinations?”

When it came to divination, Oswaya became interested.

He immediately took out his Divination Astrology Chart.

The chart was filled with a dense star map from the inside to the outside and channels with Transcendent activity.

Every divination would present a different constellation.

And Oswaya would use his status as a divining Prophet to interpret the truths from the stars.

As Oswaya divined, constellations soon emerged.

Divination Arts!

That was a very profound and abstruse field on the side of “Mystic Arts” within Transcendent Studies.

This subject was also one that was heavily reliant on Talent.

If one did not possess a Transcendent Talent in Mystic Arts.

No amount of resources poured in would bear any fruit.

On the other hand, if the Talent was high enough, even without formal education in this area.

One could still exhibit some ability in prediction, prophecy, and sensing omens.

Soon after, the projections of the stars on the Astrology Chart slowly dissipated.

The light of the stars in Oswaya’s eyes also vanished along with it.

“There’s no need to wait any longer, no one else will return!”

Oswaya’s voice was ethereal and melodious.

It seemed like the revelation of some truth.

The others who heard this all had a darkened expression.

However, Aubrey’s eyebrows rose upon hearing it.

“If you say that, I’m assured now. There should still be one or two more people coming out.”

“To blaspheme against my stellar divination like this, surely the Goddess of Fate will not look kindly upon you.”

Oswaya said with a displeased tone.

Just at this moment.

A flash of light emerged from within The Door of Seal of the Demon King.

Two figures, one behind the other, squeezed out.

All the strong instantly looked over.

What came into view were Tuck, clad in Grey Wizard Robes with a hood covering his entire figure, and Blanc, whose face was stern with a trace of blood, being a Genius Transcendent Swordsman from St. Land.

The powerful from St. Land and Ramore both revealed smiles at the same time.

But the expressions of the masters from the other powers were noticeably unpleasant.

With a sweep of his gaze, Tuck executed a Shadow Walk, appearing right behind the Necromancer Aubrey.

Blanc also smartly took refuge behind several instructors from St. Land Transcendent Academy.

“Teacher Aubrey!”

Tuck asked in a low voice, greeting him.

“Good! Good!” The Necromancer Aubrey showed a kindly smiling face.

“It’s good to have you back.”

Necromancer Aubrey immediately looked towards Oswaya.

“You see, I still have great faith in your divination,” he said.

Oswaya responded with a cold and hostile glare.

“Is anyone else coming?”

At that moment, a somewhat aged and hoarse voice rang out.

“The two of us were fortunate enough to drift to the vicinity of the door and thus escaped.”

“As for the others, we do not know of their status.”

The one answering the question from a strong individual from Blood Lake City was Blanc.

As a Transcendent Genius of St. Land, his words undoubtedly carried conviction.

The Transcendent Warrior from Blood Lake City glanced at Blanc and then at Tuck, shaking his head slightly as if resigning to fate.

Transcendents certainly possess impressive strength.

However, the dangers they face are equally fantastical and lethal.

A single misstep could lead to even the most talented among them to perish.

Behind Aubrey, Tuck looked around.

He noticed that, apart from the powerhouses from the major High Tower City-States, none of the members who had left the Demon King’s Tomb were here.

Just as Tuck intended to observe further,

the voice of the Necromancer, Aubrey, quietly emerged.

“You should head back to the Undead Tower now, and be careful out there,” he said.

“A lot has happened outside during the days you’ve been gone, I’ll fill you in when I return.”

“Yes!”

Tuck nodded.

Leaving the barrier of the Demon King’s Tomb, Tuck moved forward silently.

The final harvesting phase.

Tuck and Blanc each obtained two portions of Leader-Level Material.

Although they weren’t on par with the top-tier materials like those of the Mountain Bear.

They were still quite impressive Leader-Level Materials.

Out there, these were hot commodities without a doubt.

What satisfied Tuck the most was that he obtained a “Soul Essence” material from a leader-level Spirit Deer.

This meant that the materials for Tuck’s ascension to the Second Rank—soul, Origin Energy, and life—all belonged to Leader-Level caliber.

Normally, when ascending to the Second Rank,

having a core material at Leader-Level and being able to fully assimilate it showcased great potential.

But Tuck was clearly not content with just being seen as having “great potential.”

Out of the three materials, the life material from the Mountain Bear was undoubtedly the most superior.

And a powerful physique had always been one of Tuck’s aspirations.

I may not specialize in close-combat fighting,

but I must excel at taking hits in close combat.

A real wizard should be able to wear the thickest armor and withstand the heaviest blows.

Only by standing firm can one qualify to develop peacefully.

The last portion of Leader-Level Material was the dark attribute material condensed by the Soul-Devouring Skull leader.

If the Soul-Devouring Skull had condensed a soul material, in terms of offensive capabilities, it would undoubtedly be superior to the “Soul Essence” material from the Spirit Deer leader.

But for the natural nurture of the soul,

the “Soul Essence” from the Spirit Deer leader had a better effect.

The materials for ascension significantly determine the Transcendent Wizard’s capacity to accommodate various attributes of a transcendent being.

For Tuck,

he didn’t really need offensive-type ascension materials.

A Transcendent being skewed towards defense, nurture, and growth was more suitable for Tuck.

Steam Wizard.

Naturally lacking no means of offense.

When Tuck passed through the Magic Door and entered the Steam Tower,

“Rumble rumble…”

A faint rumbling permeated Tuck’s senses.

The roar of the Ramore Steam Tower remained low and powerful,

but hoarse screeches were now interspersed within the deep rumble.

After a few days, the pollution had spread faster and more fatally than Tuck had imagined.

Now, the contamination had gradually infiltrated many areas of the Ramore Steam Tower.

Tuck raised his hand, allowing the rhythmic vein of the Steam Roaring to pass through his palm.

The “Steam Angel Core,” which was in the early stages of absorption, resonated gently with the Ramore Steam Tower!