Wizard: I Add Points and Hunt Monsters

"Oh?"

Wei'en raised an eyebrow. 'They can provide research materials unconditionally, but not Knowledge Scrolls?'

"However, I can make the decision to raise your clearance level. You'll be able to exchange for that knowledge at a fifty percent discount."

"Half the gold pounds... That's acceptable."

"So," Dean Josue poked his head forward, "does that mean you've decided to accept the invitation and join our Feng Enliso Research Center?"

Wei'en nodded. "I have. I'll be in your care from now on, Dean."

"Of course, HAHAHA..." The Skeleton Mage burst out laughing, his two rows of teeth opening to a ridiculous degree, his jawbone looking like it was about to pop off.

"My apologies, my apologies, I'm just so happy, haha..."

"It's fine."

Wei'en watched him with a smile. 'Having a dean who values me this much... I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.'

'I just hope that if my true research capabilities are ever exposed, this Skeleton Dean won't fly into a rage out of shame...'

"Ahem, my apologies," the Skeleton Mage chuckled for a while before closing his mouth. The red glow in his eye sockets, however, still held a hint of amusement. He asked, "You mentioned you've already decided on a research topic. Might I ask what it is?"

"The modified combination of undead and machinery. Hmm, and perhaps I'll incorporate some runic power as well."

This was the research topic Wei'en had decided on long ago. For him, rather than choosing one of those random runes, it was better to settle on a project that was not only useful but also demanded progress.

Coincidentally, there was very little information on combining undead and machinery within the Specter Order. Even if he ultimately failed, it would likely reduce suspicion from other Wizards.

"Hmm, combining undead and machinery modifications... That is indeed an uncommon topic." Dean Josue pondered for two seconds. "Wei'en Mage, I must remind you, the Research Center—no, to be precise, the entire school—has very little research on this subject, and what exists is far from systematic."

"I was aware of that before I decided on this topic. Please rest assured, Dean. Choosing this direction was a decision I made after careful consideration."

The Skeleton Mage's delight faded slightly. In truth, he would have preferred Wei'en to research terrifyingly powerful Magic. Even if it couldn't reach the level of the Corpse Explosion Skill or Flash, any progress at all would be a great help to the Research Center.

Still, combining undead and machinery... Such a combination was indeed rare. He had no idea what kind of research report Wei'en would eventually turn in.

"I believe that with Wei'en Mage's talent, you will surely succeed. Also, given that you are not in the Feng Enliso Mountain Range, I will prepare your research institute on your behalf. At the latest, I will arrange for a liaison to contact you tomorrow. At that time, you can submit any requests you have to the Research Center through him."

"I'll have to trouble you, then."

Wei'en felt a bit sheepish. 'Forget it. If I get a chance later, I might as well submit a useful research report after all,' he thought.

"No trouble, no trouble at all. By accepting the invitation, you've already helped me out immensely." Dean Josue waved his hand. "You have no idea how much of a commotion there's been in Feng Enliso these past few days."

"Oh? How so?"

"It's all because of those two Magic spells you used in the Caster City State. To this day, they're still arguing nonstop about which proposal to choose."

Wei'en was left speechless. 'These Wizards really are persistent.'

However, he had no intention of revealing the secret of those Magic spells. The fewer people who knew about the Death God Origin Rune, the better.

Perhaps in the future, he would change his mind.

But for now, it was his greatest trump card—and, more likely, a treasure that would invite disaster upon its owner.

In the end, it all came down to a lack of strength.

"My apologies."

"It's not your fault," Dean Josue didn't dwell on the topic and changed the subject. "I will prepare a castle for you in Feng Enliso to serve as your research institute. It will be Number 66. As for the name, how about the Wei'en Research Institute?"

"Whatever you decide is fine."

Wei'en wasn't concerned with such minor details. He had agreed to the Research Center's invitation for two reasons: first, Shawa's modification required more experiments, and second, he wanted to use this opportunity to deepen his ties with the Specter Order.

After experiencing several incidents, he was certain that before he possessed enough strength, having a powerful backer was crucial.

It wasn't just a source of confidence; it would also allow him to increase his strength more quickly.

For example, that thirty percent reduction in exchange prices—wasn't that a form of improvement in itself?

"Good. In that case, I will proceed with the arrangements according to my own ideas for now." Dean Josue then added a reminder, "At the same time, I hope you'll be careful out there. If you encounter any danger, you can contact me, and I will have the nearest Wizard go help you."

'The nearest Wizard?'

Wei'en bowed deeply and said solemnly, "Thank you again, Dean!"

"Since you've joined the Research Center, you're one of us now. If I can't even guarantee your safety, wouldn't that make me a rather incompetent dean?"

Dean Josue let out a few clattering laughs. "That's all for now, then. I'm off to select suitable researchers for you."

"Goodbye, Dean."

"Goodbye, Wei'en Ma—Director Wei'en."

As his voice fell, the two disconnected the communicator.

'Director?'

Wei'en chuckled. It was a nice title.

...

...

Meanwhile, in the Northern Sea Region, off the coast of Dakman Island, a pure white, five-masted sailing ship engraved with golden patterns was sailing rapidly southward.

"Lord of Judgment, we have a suspected sighting of the Mutated Mage, Wei'en Loft!"

"Oh?" Huberto stood behind the ship's figurehead, gazing forward. "Distance!" he asked coolly.

"One thousand two hundred kilometers. It's a steamship, slightly faster than our Kenzan Frollov."

"One thousand two hundred..."

Huberto Watson said nothing. A faint golden radiance materialized around him, and his originally gray-white pupils turned into a pair of golden ones as he looked in the direction of their voyage.

'The steamship... Found it!'

'The Ronan?'

"I've found it. Increase speed."

"Increase... but, my lord, the uses on that item are..."

"Do as I say. We must catch them before nightfall!"

"Yes, sir!"

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