Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 716: Chapter 22: Strange Races from Other Planes

"Cough..." Lynch almost choked on the water he just drank, looking at her incredulously. Going without food for such a long time is almost unimaginable for a body still retaining most biological features.

Even for a wizard, unless one has undergone body modifications or spiritual power elementalization, normal metabolism is necessary.

This includes Lynch as well. Even having reached the Domain Level, eating and drinking are unavoidable, though magic offers rich solutions. A magic potion could suffice for several years, and Lynch handles it this way when busy.

Next to him, Kong couldn’t help but chuckle at Lynch’s surprised expression and explained: "Nothing to be surprised about. For this person, going hungry for three to five years, or even decades without eating or drinking, likely wouldn’t affect her in any substantial way."

She paused, took a bite of the chicken in her hand, and continued in a calm tone with an even more shocking truth: "Lynch, don’t be fooled by her appearance looking similar to us and consider her as our kind. It’s actually not the case at all."

Kong’s gaze shifted to Vanilla, who was eating with gusto, seemingly unperturbed, and said to Lynch: "She’s not a wizard, and not in the pure sense a human either. You could better understand her as... an entity whose outward form happens to resemble ours, but with fundamentally different internal essence... a special species."

Lynch raised an eyebrow, looking at Vanilla, who was eating heartily with her cheeks puffed.

Her eyes, nose, mouth, every detail was no different from an ordinary human girl, even her candid and natural eating manner was filled with a "human" vibe. He found it hard to associate this image with "non-human" and couldn’t help but ask, perplexed: "So... what exactly is she?"

Kong picked up a twig and stirred the campfire, making the flames burn more brightly, and explained calmly: "In the records of the Wizard World and ancient archives, we refer to her race as the ’Sword Species.’

"Sword Species?" Lynch repeated the unfamiliar term, frowning slightly, his curiosity thoroughly piqued, "What is that? Another unknown intelligent race? But... how is it I’ve never come across detailed records of them in any classics?"

With his current knowledge reserves, he had explored known races of the main material world and surrounding planes, yet the name "Sword Species" was remarkably unfamiliar.

Just then, Vanilla herself swallowed the food in her mouth, clapped her hands, and took over the conversation, her tone quite candid: "It’s normal that you don’t know. Our race is not native to this Wizard World but comes from... another plane."

She organized her thoughts a bit, seemingly considering how to explain in a way Lynch could understand, "Hmm... the concept of a ’plane,’ you should know that, right? An independently existing world or space differing from this one."

Lynch nodded, as a wizard of the Space Domain, he was naturally familiar with the theory of planes: "I know. So, your ’Sword Species’ not needing conventional food to sustain life is also one of your race’s traits?"

"That’s right." Vanilla affirmed with a nod, tearing off another piece of chicken, "We rely on absorbing certain energies wandering in space, or... uh, more accurately, maintaining existence and growth based on the laws related to the ’sword.’ Eating is more of an experience and enjoyment?"

She tilted her head to think and gave a relatively fitting description.

Lynch’s thoughts began to expand from this, leaning slightly forward, his gray eyes flickering with the light of inquiry under the firelight: "So, intelligent civilizations existing outside the Wizard World across countless planes, a theory broadly speculated on and almost an open secret... is it indeed real? And there truly exists the possibility of communication and even life migration between planes?"

Though this was already common knowledge within the circle of high-level wizards, seeing, and communicating with, a genuine intelligent extra-planar life form standing before him brought a fresh sense of theory becoming reality.

"That’s right." Vanilla once again affirmed with a response, her expression also growing more serious, "The situation with our race is somewhat unique. Within each group, there is a core inheriting individual, known externally as the bearer of the ’Sword God’s Power.’ This concept, you’re you’re familiar with, right?"

Lynch nodded.

"However, what most outsiders don’t know," Vanilla continued, a hint of complex emotion flashing in her red eyes, "is that the inheritance is not merely a simple power. In fact, along with the power, fragments of the previous Sword God’s soul, combat experiences, and even some profound memory fragments are passed down."

She pointed to her head: "Through these inheritances, I can ’see’ snippets of what previous Sword Gods experienced, perceive some of their emotions and decisions. Of course, within these memory fragments, the clear imprint of our homeland scenery is visible — it truly is outside the Wizard World, a world with a distinctively different law, landscape, and even starry sky."

Lynch listened intently, as the abstract concept of an extra-planar existence became more concrete.

He couldn’t help but continue asking, a scholar’s instinct to explore the unknown: "Then how did you initially come from your homeland to the Wizard World? Was it through some sort of long-distance teleportation? Or plane navigation? Or perhaps... a more inconceivable means?"

Upon hearing this, Vanilla rolled her eyes dramatically and replied irritably: "Please! Inheriting only part of the memory fragments isn’t the same as a complete history book! How could I possibly know such ancient and detailed migration methods? It’s not that detailed, okay?!"

She took a bite of chicken, chewed several times, and supplemented with a similarly puzzled expression: "Honestly, concerning that question — how exactly our ’Sword Species’ came to this world — I too would like to find an exact answer. This might be one of the reasons I’m staying here."

Her voice gradually grew softer, as if she were falling into some contemplation. The campfire crackled, reflecting the varied expressions of the three, as their conversation under the night sky touched upon deeper world mysteries.

...

At the entrance plaza of the Lost Tower.

Naples sat as if a stone sculpture meditating on the plaza.

"Caw—caw—"

At this moment, two dry squawks sounded. A black crow flew over, its talons clutching a sculpture of an ancient stone sword.

The craftsmanship of this stone sword bore some resemblance to the Cross Sword in Vanilla’s hand.

The crow descended while cawing: "Naples, look, look at what I found?"

Naples opened his eyes and glanced, his interest piqued.

He reached out and took the stone sword sculpture from the crow, a reminiscent expression forming on his lips: "Sword Species’ Blade? Where’d you get it?"

The crow said: "In the sea, inside a collapsed temple."

"Temple?"

Naples’ lips curled into a sardonic smile: "How interesting, those low-level followers, end up finding such treatment in this plane."

"Speaking of which, among those who came here together, it seems there’s only one group still cycling and passing down their legacy, right?"