This Wizard is So Unscientific!
Chapter 615 - 414: Nearly Legendary · Assassin!_1

Chapter 615: Chapter 414: Nearly Legendary · Assassin!_1

In the silent depths of the underground.

As Tuck’s whispered prayer finished.

Above the steam altar, forged from black metal and one meter tall, an outline of [St. Land, Steam Sun] with a diameter of two meters rapidly materialized.

The light of steam dispersed the surrounding darkness, and with it, the scent of death, decay, and decline was also partly dispelled.

As the St. Land, Steam Sun emerged with intense radiance.

The remnants of the undead aura in the air were swiftly evaporated with a hissing sound.

Some undead creatures hiding in the corners were driven to even more distant places.

The entire space began to be filled with a sacred atmosphere.

The power of the sun naturally opposed the undead of these fallen lands.

"When the ancient god’s wail came, there must have been no shortage of undead creatures here."

Tuck muttered to himself.

His gaze swept across the nearby domains shattered by death, which were crammed with endless undead.

Immediately, Tuck turned his attention to the barrier curtain lit by the St. Land, Steam Sun.

This was exactly the world barrier of the "small Chaotic Ecological Little-World" that Tuck had discovered.

This place was situated in a very deep underground zone.

It was a huge effort just to get in.

Real powerhouses would naturally not crawl into this remote nook and cranny.

If they got trapped here, the loss would outweigh the gain.

There have been cases in the past where Transcendent Masters or Legendary Warriors were trapped in extremely complex terrain deep underground, and it took them decades or even a century to escape.

So!

Powerhouses do not dig holes recklessly.

In general, this place is quite safe.

And Tuck’s projection, of course, had no such concerns.

Projections are meant for probing, aren’t they?

As the space-time wormhole blossomed, Tuck’s hand reached out from the outline of his projection.

"Buzz!"

The steam ecology emanating from the altar of St. Land, Steam Sun trembled slightly.

Then, the steam swirling in the light rapidly penetrated into the small "Chaotic Ecological Little-World" before it.

The excavation of the second Chaotic Ecological Little-World’s treasure began.

"It’s very unlikely that anyone will come here, just wait quietly for two months’ time, and this small Chaotic Ecological Little-World will be able to open."

"It may not even take two months, after all, it’s a small ecological world."

After inspecting the barrier for a moment.

Tuck’s projection simply sat quietly next to the altar.

"By the time account."

"In about two to three more months, at most half a year, the Corpse Bone Corridor should open."

"By then, a group of powerful beings will leave the Death Howling Canyon."

"Legendary Warriors will mostly leave within this first wave of time, and some of the Semi-Legendary Warriors will leave too."

"Once the Corpse Bone Corridor opens, this area will be much safer overall."

"By then, I’ll be able to gradually explore those known coordinate areas, step by step establish altars for ecological cycles, and then gather treasures one by one."

"Just as the teacher said."

"If I want to enter the core area, I must at least advance to the level of a Middle Transcendent Master."

"This level of Lower Transcendent Master is not considered high even within the Divine Court, let alone in the Primordial Chaos Continent. It is definitely at the bottom."

"During this year and more of roaming exploration, I have not encountered any Transcendent Masters with a lower level than mine."

"Next, I will steadily increase my level and strength while also searching for treasures."

In a moment of thought, Tuck gathered his focus, and started a meticulous perception of the Chaos Rune Mysteries.

In the Primordial Chaos Continent here, the perception of Chaos Rune Mysteries is much more comfortable than when Arumov experienced it in the Demigod Divine Land.

Even with Tuck’s high talent in Arumov’s Demigod World.

He still felt constrained.

The unfolding dimensions of the Chaos Origin Mysteries weren’t large enough, and Tuck couldn’t glimpse the whole picture, thus couldn’t engage in multidimensional understanding, digestion, and absorption.

But since coming into the Primordial Chaos Continent.

Everything was completely different.

Tuck felt the thrilling sensation of a dragon returning to the sea, a tiger roaring through the forest.

Not only was the efficiency of perception astonishingly enhanced.

Moreover, advancing the nodes of the barrier also became much smoother and more natural.

In this land of Chaos Origin, perceiving the Chaos Rune Mysteries, Tuck felt an ease like wielding a sword with skill.

Unwittingly, more than ten days passed in a flash.

On this day!

Tuck was sitting quietly within the Chaotic Ecological Little-World, in the middle of his spiritual practice.

"Boom!"

A muffled roar sounded from outside.

Tuck, who was deeply in meditation, had his perceptual state disrupted.

With a slight frown, Tuck followed the pulse of steam and examined the outside.

At a glance, Tuck’s expression darkened slightly.

"It’s him, that Level 199, the Semi-Legendary Mysterious Swordsman."

At this moment, at the bottom of the canyon outside.

Tuck, the 152nd level 16-ring state Steam Constellation Master who was stationed outside as a lookout, was being stepped on by the very same Blue Feathered Robe Swordsman who had once slain Tuck’s projection with a single sword strike.

"Was it a chance encounter, or did you intentionally follow me here?"

As Tuck scrutinized through the hazy mists of steam, he gently probed with his palm.

However, Tuck had no intention of paying heed to the other party.

After all, the Steam Constellation Master captured by the opponent was expendable; Tuck could create many more, they weren’t valuable.

The Semi-Legendary Swordsman glanced over at the corner shrouded in blurred grey mist and couldn’t help but smile.

He suddenly exerted force beneath his feet.

The towering physique of the top-tier Master instantly demonstrated its frightening destructive power.

"Boom!"

The muffled sound of an explosion swept through the entire canyon, stirring up a terrifying heatwave that rose thousands of meters high.

The already injured Steam Constellation Master was completely crushed to death.

And the Semi-Legendary Warrior in the Blue Feathered Robe, bathed in the searing heatwave, was as if in a land uninhabited.

The Swordsman then squinted his eyes, carefully examining the hazy steam.

Afterwards, he spoke slowly with a hoarse voice.

"Tuck Ramore, I see you!"

It was unclear whether he genuinely saw him or was bluffing.

Yet these words caused Tuck’s mind to sink slightly.

"To know who I am and still kill my Steam Star Phase Projection!"

"The comer... is up to no good!"

His thoughts fleeting, Tuck began to slowly consolidate a Steam Ecological Projection within the disguising steam mist outside.

Regardless, the thick barrier of this Chaotic Ecological Little-World was as solid as a mountain—firmer than the walls of the Divine Land, with the distinctive defenses of the Primordial Chaos Continent.

Even Demigods would struggle to damage it, let alone this Semi-Legendary Warrior before him.

The secrets Tuck hid within this were safe as long as he did not divulge them; no one would discover them.

"Who are you, and why do you kill my steam projection?" As the projection began to take shape, Tuck spoke slowly.

"Hehe... why, of course, it’s because your head is worth a fortune," the Swordsman in the Blue Feathered Robe said with a soft laugh.

Tuck replied calmly.

"Many wish to kill me—Dark Sun Evil God, Legendary Shark Insect Queen, numerous Demigods of the Black Witch Gods Tribunal, not to mention the top powerhouses like the Black Wizard God. Who do you think you are in comparison?"

"Hehe!"

The swordsman in the Blue Feathered Robe merely chuckled, not showing any annoyance.

"They wish to kill you because they can’t find the opportunity. I wish to kill you because I really have the chance."

"Wish to kill me? Feel free to seek me out then!"

Noticing the swordsman’s caution, Tuck dissipated his projection without revealing more.

Though the projection had dissipated, Tuck continued to observe the outside through the high dimensional pulse of the steam mist.

He saw the Swordsman in the Blue Feathered Robe scrutinizing the altar left outside for a moment.

Unhurriedly, he produced a massive golden Rune scroll.

As the golden Rune scroll unfolded, a Wizard with disheveled brown hair and a Black Wizard’s Robe appeared on the edge of the "Chaotic Ecological Little-World" shrouded in grey steam, tentatively studying it.

Tuck, observing the steam altar and the blurred steam in the projection, felt a slight stir in his heart.

"Augustine, I am researching how to crack this Chaotic Ecological Little-World. If you don’t have something important, don’t bother me," the Wizard in the projection spoke irritably.

"I’ve found another area being ecologically recycled by the steam," the Swordsman said with his rough voice.

"And yes, you guessed right."

"It is the work of that fellow named Tuck Ramore."

"To be honest, his methods are quite impressive."

"At the very least, he managed to allow a certain circulation between the steam and the barrier of the Chaotic Ecological Little-World, and all you can do is watch helplessly on the side!"

Apparently hit where it hurt, the Wizard instantly became agitated, cursing in anger.

"Damn it, this is great research; at least I’m able to pry open these treasures. What else can you do besides swinging your old Demigod Artifact, creating slaughter and death?"

The swordsman seemed accustomed to the Wizard’s anger.

"Alright, you’ve been researching that life and barrier for over a year, and you haven’t come up with a single clue."

"Hurry over here and see if this Chaotic Ecological Little-World can be unravelled."

"Also, track that guy’s whereabouts and see if you can catch him."

"The Steam Ecology that Tuck Ramore created is quite something."

"Especially the Steam Sequence inheritance he constructed in the Demigod Arumov Divine Land, they say you need to be at least level 30 to inherit it, with the Sequence power being at least three times that of the Steam Sequence, and in formidable hands, it could even exert five times the strength."

"Tsk tsk... I really don’t know how that guy did it."

"They say that place is nearly going mad over the inheritance."

"Countless talented Spellcasters with the Talent are flocking there, all hoping to inherit that powerful Steam Wizard Sequence."

Listening to the Swordsman’s ramblings, the Wizard didn’t argue.

After all, the reality was even more exaggerated than what the Swordsman had described.

This matter had already caused a stir among the powerful.

"Don’t rush me, I’m on my way!"

"If you catch that guy, don’t kill him lightly. Take him back alive to construct the inheritance ecology. The great Green Star God will surely grant us an unsurpassed reward."