Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience
Chapter 282 - 033: Soul Vision

Chapter 282: 033: Soul Vision

Magic Potion Manor, Lanice’s laboratory.

The magical lantern suspended by iron wires from the dome emitted a bright light, illuminating the interior of the spacious laboratory.

On the wooden shelves were various delicate magical tools, accompanied by two rows of magic potion bottles of varying shapes. The colorful liquids inside glittered with a myriad of light under the illumination of the magical lamp.

Beside the shelves was a wide oak workbench. On the left side of the workbench sat a silver-bordered magic cauldron, with sizzling beeswax alcohol burning underneath. The boiling liquid inside the cauldron gleamed with a kaleidoscope of colors, its steam faintly revealing tiny dancing magic runes.

In the center of the workbench lay Graham sprawled out like a long strip, his rigid, pale body riddled with wounds stitched together with black threads, showing no signs of breathing or a heartbeat. All bodily functions had ceased to operate. By conventional definitions of life, he was undoubtedly—

Dead.

Lynch frowned in frustration: "What should I do now..."

He had managed to save Graham, but the trouble lay in his severe injuries. Graham’s heart, liver, spleen, and lungs had all suffered grave damage. Despite Lynch’s swift stitching of the fragmented organs into one piece, he could not prevent them from losing vitality.

By Earth’s standards of life, Graham was unmistakably dead—a lifeless corpse. Fortunately, this was a magical world, where wizards judged life more by the condition of the soul than the physical body.

Lynch had preserved Graham’s soul using a soul crystal immediately after saving him. Theoretically, as long as the soul remained intact, bringing Graham back to life would not be overly challenging.

But the problem was...

Lynch frowned and looked at a crystal ball sitting on the right side of the table—inside it was Graham’s soul.

A faint gray light flashed in his gray pupils, revealing an unknown rune between his eyes.

This was another ability of the Eye of Death God: Soul Vision.

When activated, this ability allowed the Eye of Death God to directly penetrate the exterior of a being and see their inner soul. A tremendously powerful capacity that rendered any disguise beneath the surface utterly futile.

At this moment,

Under Lynch’s Soul Vision, he could clearly see black substances attached to Graham’s soul, twisting like worms and incessantly gnawing at it, leaving his soul riddled with wounds.

"Abyss Soul Devouring Worms..."

They were a type of abyssal magic lifeform, classified under the curse discipline. Directly acting upon the soul, these entities gnawed away at souls and were notoriously hard to deal with.

On Punishment Stone Pillars were sealed these venomous monsters, used to inflict cruel torture on every wizard undergoing penal punishment.

"How the hell can I deal with these things..."

If Lynch didn’t remove them, Graham’s soul could not recover. The issue was that these worms had completely fused with Graham’s soul; Lynch had tried numerous methods over the past few days but failed to extract them.

Deep abyss knowledge was far too scarce—or rather, Lynch’s opportunities to access it had been minimal. Over the years, the bits and pieces he’d scraped together only amounted to Apprentice Level understanding.

"Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!"

At that moment, the cauldron erupted with thick smoke. The runes within the smoke glowed in unison before sinking into the liquid below. The previously multi-colored liquid instantly transformed into a singular, mysterious shade of light purple.

This was a High-level Sleeping Potion, capable of acting directly on souls or even stranger substances aligned with them.

Lynch extinguished the fire under the cauldron and used forceps to pour the liquid into a crystal test tube on a rack nearby. After shaking it briefly and allowing the liquid to cool and settle completely, he picked up the test tube and poured its contents onto the soul crystal ball.

The purple liquid seeped smoothly through the crystal ball’s surface, transforming into wisps of purple vapor dotted with starlight that resembled the starry night sky—a mesmerizing, dreamy sight.

The haze slowly enveloped Graham’s soul. Wherever the vapor touched, the Soul Devouring Worms immediately ceased gnawing and fell into a deep slumber.

Lynch’s furrowed brows finally relaxed.

"Thankfully, the potion worked..."

With the detestable worms asleep, they could no longer damage Graham’s soul. Otherwise, if they kept gnawing away unabated, Graham’s soul might have shattered before Lynch found a solution—and that would mean there’d be no chance of reviving him, no matter how powerful Lynch was.

"I wonder whether the manor’s knowledge archive contains anything useful for dealing with them?"

Lynch suddenly thought of it: Magic Potion Manor was the largest producer of magic potions in the Ancient Ruins. Though it appeared that only wizards worked here, in truth, it stood as a genuine Second Rank wizard organization whose repository of knowledge was highly reputable.

Magic Potion, as a discipline within wizardry, was profoundly intricate. This field concerned microscopic aspects directly, so perhaps the manor’s archive contained research on Soul Devouring Worms—it was worth checking.

"I’ll ask Lanice later if I can check out the knowledge archive..."

With that, Lynch intended to summon a skeleton to help him clean up the laboratory, a customary routine after each experiment.

It wasn’t until this moment that Lynch remembered—he had no skeletons left at all; he’d thrown all of them into Punishment Square.

Not only skeletons but also various alchemy creations, magic scrolls, alchemy bombs, and even three alchemy guardians had all been discarded. Now, he was left only with a few transformed magic plants and the three followers he hadn’t sent out: Barton, Frankenstein, and Parker, the earliest of Lynch’s creations.

Lynch chuckled bitterly: "Years of hard work gone in a flash, back to square one."

The alchemy guardians weren’t much of an issue; there were still plenty of materials from the Magic Power Alchemy Research Institute. If those weren’t enough, Lynch could retrieve more from the island depot, which held far too many alchemy materials. Since his Space Pocket had been insufficient, Lynch had only taken the essentials, leaving the bulk sealed there.

With the materials available, remaking alchemy guardians wouldn’t be hard. But as for the undead servants—those were decades of Lynch’s painstaking accumulation, sourced from William Heim’s warehouses, wild hunts for magic beasts, and graves encountered during his journeys.

Decades of collecting and magical modifications had finally resulted in a sizable necromancy army—only for all of it to be wiped out at once...

There was no helping it.

In the circumstances back then, Lynch couldn’t possibly have saved Graham alone. His promotion to Second Tier had been too recent; his grasp of secret skills was virtually nonexistent, leaving him unable to wield this power effectively.

Subsequent events proved the necessity—if not for mobilizing his necromancy army to sow chaos on-site, Lynch could never have fought his way out and ultimately saved Graham.

"Forget it, forget it. Out with the old, in with the new. Consider it a farewell gift for the wizard families here."

Honestly, Lynch bore no hatred toward the wizard families in this place. They were merely defending their own class interests, a stance he understood. Lynch’s ambition was also for his own benefit—neither side held any moral superiority.

If they hadn’t pushed him so far, Lynch wouldn’t have sought trouble willingly.

But now, look what’s happened.

What could’ve ended amicably had turned into mutual harm.

Lynch lost his necromancy army, accrued over decades, while their losses were no less severe...

Shaking his head, Lynch brushed away those messy thoughts and prepared to animate the broom in the corner, pairing it with the Wizard’s Hand to sweep the area clean.

At that moment, however, the door clicked open, and Lanice walked in.

Seeing Lynch’s movements, she asked, "Finished?"

Lynch nodded: "For now, yes. But there’s still an unresolved issue. Would you allow me to access the knowledge archive here? I want to see if I can find a solution there."

Lanice nodded: "No problem, but it’s too late today. I’ll arrange it for you tomorrow."

Lynch said: "Thank you."

Lanice frowned, discontented: "Didn’t we agree you wouldn’t be so formal with me anymore? It’s really annoying!"

Uh...

Lynch was momentarily lost for words.

"Pfft!"

Lanice burst into laughter: "Haha, I was teasing you."

Lynch twitched his mouth: "That kind of joke isn’t funny at all."

Lanice rolled her eyes: "Well, that’s on you. We agreed you wouldn’t be so uptight about small favors, yet every time you say thank-you and talk about trouble and whatnot. Do you think I do this to hear your gratitude?"

Lynch thought of mentioning he’d pay a substantial amount of Magic Stones but felt that would sound impolite.

So instead, he helplessly shrugged: "Alright, alright, I won’t say it next time."

Lanice smiled: "That’s better."

After a pause, she noticed Lynch’s movements and asked, "Are you cleaning up the lab now?"

Without waiting for his reply, she pulled out a hair tie to secure her hair, then took a broom from the corner and said: "Let me handle this. I may not be able to help you with your troubles, but tidying up is a breeze."

...

Early the next morning, Lanice made arrangements and successfully brought Lynch into the manor’s knowledge archive.

Before setting foot here, Lynch had already expected the magic potion knowledge to surpass that of the Shadow Tower, but upon truly entering, he realized he had underestimated this place.

"Wizard-level Potion General"

"Magic Potion Microscopic Understanding and Analysis"

"Magic Potion and Profound Meaning"

Casually picking up any book revealed content on Wizard Level subjects—lower, middle, high-tier, and even insights into secret skills—exceeding Lynch’s expectations significantly.

Gazing at this vast sea of knowledge, Lynch felt utterly enamored. Suddenly, the loss of his necromancy army over the past few days didn’t seem as painful anymore.

No need for hesitation—of course, his first thought was—

"Load it, load it all!"