Wizard: From Zero-Circle Wizard to the Omnipotent Lord

The "desperate" effect of the Seed of Life could only be activated under extreme circumstances, just as expected. 

After using it, Lynn felt dizzy, weak, and barely able to stand. 

He had to lean against the walls just to walk properly, struggling to keep his balance. 

Anyone who saw him in this state might suspect he was suffering from some kind of severe deficiency. 

Initially, Lynn had planned to take advantage of his rare outing and explore the Furnace Core District, hoping to find some opportunities. 

But to his disappointment, as the Furnace War approached, the atmosphere in the core district had grown tense, with people flooding every corner. 

Whether it was the sorcery testing rooms, shops, or bookstores, they were all packed to the brim. 

Prices, which had been stable before, had skyrocketed several times over due to the looming war. 

Every apprentice was digging into their long-hidden savings, desperately purchasing tools and resources for fear of perishing in the coming battle. 

Lynn checked his remaining points fifty in total. 

He had spent some to enter the core district and another ten in the testing room, leaving him with just over thirty points nowhere near enough to buy anything useful. 

Considering his current weakened state, he decided not to waste any more time and returned to the Potion Garden. 

As soon as he got back, he collapsed onto his bed and slept for an entire day and night. 

When he finally regained a bit of strength, he still felt lightheaded, and even meditating was difficult. 

"The desperate effect of the Seed of Life… it's just not worth it. The side effects are too severe." 

Lynn sighed. Right now, he couldn't do anything he couldn't stand for long, and even walking a few steps left him exhausted. 

Seeing this, his colleague Remi assumed that Lynn had taken a two-day leave to "attend" to some women in the Furnace's residential district. 

That day, as they were tending to the potion plants as usual, Remi noticed Lynn sitting aside due to his sore waist and walked over. 

"Lynn, you're something," Remi smirked. "Did you blow two months' worth of income on those wild women? A little indulgence is fine, but don't wear yourself out like a dead dog. Those women have undergone body modifications, you know designed to be addictive…" 

Remi clicked his tongue in amusement, not seeming to take it seriously, more like teasing Lynn for his supposed lack of self-control. 

Lynn massaged his sore waist, listening to Remi's commentary, and couldn't help but be amazed by the customs of this world it was an eye-opening experience. 

At the same time, he thought to himself, Remi, you've just exposed yourself… 

After enduring an hour-long lecture on the wizarding world's pleasure industry, Lynn finally cleared his throat and changed the topic. 

"By the way, Remi, do you remember the guy who joined with us?" 

Remi was momentarily stunned before nodding. 

"Oh, you mean White? He went to the Alchemy Division. The Furnace War is about to start, so he's probably in for a rough time…" 

Remi spoke with little sympathy and even a hint of schadenfreude. 

"Honestly, I'm just glad I ended up in the Potion Division instead of the Alchemy Division at least I won't be sent off to die." 

Just as Lynn was about to respond, a deafening roar suddenly shook the air. 

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! 

The sound rumbled like thunder, accompanied by the deep growls of beasts, making the very ground tremble. Lynn's ears rang with pain, and his heart clenched. 

"The war… has officially begun!" 

Lynn instantly understood this was the roar of high-level magical beasts from the Beast Arena, signaling that the Furnace Army was ready to move out. 

Beside him, Remi's expression changed slightly, turning more serious. 

For all the wizard apprentices, the Furnace War was an unavoidable catastrophe. 

Beyond the Furnace, the roars of magical beasts echoed in waves. 

One after another, massive beasts were led out from the depths of the Furnace, their heavy footsteps making the ground tremble. 

Following them were wizard apprentices clad in long robes third-level apprentices each guiding the beasts forward. 

Their faces were solemn, their eyes filled with the resolve for battle. 

The colossal structure of the Furnace had opened its vast, gaping maw, releasing the power it had accumulated for over a decade. 

The Furnace's war campaign had multiple targets, leading to several armies assembling in different directions. 

In the west, an enormous battalion emerged from the depths of the Furnace. 

The procession was vast, with magical beasts roaring as they marched alongside wizard apprentices. 

Yet, at the forefront of this grand army, a few figures stood out. 

Like the others, they wore long robes, but something about them was unmistakably different. 

They radiated a unique energy an oppressive force that seemed to distort the very space around them. 

These were official wizards. 

Each of them had permanently engraved a sorcerous imprint within their bodies, becoming beings capable of continuously generating magical energy. 

Among them was a face Lynn recognized well the wizard who had led them into the Furnace: Drey. 

Drey remained expressionless, but the deep scar across his face made him look even more sinister and terrifying amidst the beastly roars. 

Suddenly, a hooded wizard approached Drey. His voice was low and laced with mockery. 

"Drey, I heard you just got back from the outside. I've been locked in experiments for ten years any major news from the world lately?" 

The wizard's face was covered by a black cloth, and beneath his right sleeve, where an arm should have been, a pitch-black snake slithered, flicking its tongue. An eerie chill radiated from him, making the air seem colder. 

Drey chuckled coldly. "Nothing much. Well, except for one big event." 

He lowered his voice. 

"The Lionheart Knight from Whiteheart Tower… ate his mentor's flesh and fled to the Dark Wizards' domain." 

"Oh?" 

The hooded wizard seemed intrigued, a sinister grin forming beneath his mask. 

"I recall he was already a second-level wizard long ago. I suppose he killed his mentor to use his blood and flesh to break through? Heh…" 

The black snake flicked its tongue again, and this time, it almost seemed to be laughing a chilling, human-like expression. 

"Bloodline wizards trying to advance… it's never that easy." 

Drey shook his head, his voice as cold as ever. 

"Even if he succeeds, he won't escape Whiteheart Tower's pursuit. Their Tower Master has returned to this world. It won't be long before the traitor is personally executed." 

At the mention of the Whiteheart Tower Master, even Drey's tone carried a trace of reverence.