Warlock Apprentice

As more time elapsed and even though the aroma of purification had stopped coming, Angor was still maintaining his “painful expression”.

“Ohh, check this out! I think I drew in ten units of purification aroma!” Angor heard an apprentice inside the golden zone boasting about his achievement.

This man successfully attracted a lot of envious attention.

“I got two… well, bad place.” Another apprentice who was standing inside the white zone shook his head.

Angor heard more of such discussion and noticed that whoever stayed in the golden zone received at least five units of aroma, while those standing farther away from the tree received fewer. Also, Soul Manipulators obtained less aroma because their souls were already pure.

Every apprentice seemed overjoyed about the great experience even though they still carried filth and stench all over their bodies.

Angor looked at himself again. He felt his skin to be a little oily and dirtier than earlier, but that was about it.

It would be fine if he experienced no change at all while standing in the outer areas. However, he felt exceptionally uncomfortable because everyone was paying great attention to the few apprentices who occupied the golden zone. When compared to the rest of the apprentices in the golden zone, he looked so out of place.

The giant tree in the center was still growing by giving out more branches. They reached all the way outside the protective barrier and absorbed energy from the garden world, after which the tree kept getting thicker.Read more chapter on vipnovel.com

The speed of growth lasted for another hour. It then slowed down when a single glowing fruit popped up from the center of the white flower.

“That’s… Fruit of Purification!” someone yelled in surprise while not hiding his greedy gaze.

Most people did the same by glaring at the fruit with their own greedy expressions even though they all knew that it wasn’t something they could reach for.

At the same time, Lawson addressed all the other wizards that were watching the monitor, “Now, good luck to you all.”

The wizards were getting restless when such a great treasure was presented in front of their eyes, but Lawson was confident that no one would do anything stupid in the center of Floating Mech City. Besides, all wizards who came today had signed a contract that prevented them from harming the city.

Lawson nodded to Muse and teleported into the purification garden. The arrival of one of the city masters silenced all the apprentices.

Lawson spoke to them while floating beside the fruit, “Being alive already proved your luck and strength. The purification you just went through is not the only merit you’ll gain today. There’s still something that will help you become the champion among all. However… you’ll need to fight for it.”

Lawson said something to allure the apprentices but without telling them the terrible difficulty of it.

Next, Lawson took out a silver walking cane and tapped at the purification fruit.

A green magic array began to expand starting from the tip of his cane, which slowly engulfed the entire tree until it turned into the green, pulsing cocoon.

He would now prepare for the garden’s evolution.

Lawson then reached out both hands. There was a blood-red glowing sphere in his left hand that displayed the illusions of the fish-infested world inside, while his right hand had a deep-blue sphere that showed the Sea of Purification.

Cautiously, Lawson pressed both spheres inside the cocoon.

Judging from the beads of sweat on Lawson’s forehead, one could tell that the job was not easy even for this truth-finder wizard.

Once the spheres fully sank into the cocoon, the array outside slowly crumbled away, and another overwhelming power descended from the sky.

The world’s consciousness had arrived.

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The arrival of the world’s consciousness officially suggested the beginning of the evolution of the garden.

When this happened, the purification power would start leaking from the center and travel outward, while everyone who stood in its way had a chance to comprehend the law of purification.

The wizards waiting outside the garden all carefully observed the ongoing evolution while preparing their own means of accepting the power, either by theoretically calculating the routes of power or practically simulating the course of the flows.

But in the end, they all needed luck and destiny to succeed.

Compared to the wizards, the apprentices around the altar could only try their best to stare into the power, which was already hard enough.

Angor recalled Sunders’ words about how he “partially” comprehended the law of gravity by entering a strange condition called “tranquility of the soul”. He was hoping to comprehend the sequence of purification in the same way, but that amazing state wasn’t something he could ask for.

The evolution of the garden proceeded smoothly and gave birth to another brand new world, yet Angor did not sense anything.

He sighed and accepted the fact that he wasn’t favored by fortune this day.

When the exit of the garden was opened, the barriers that separated the different sections disappeared, thus allowing the apprentices to leave. Everyone looked disappointed, and nobody could tell if someone actually comprehended the sequence of purification without showing it to others.

Angor followed the crowd and walked toward the exit.

But as soon as he started walking, he felt an itch behind his shoulder that worsened rapidly.