Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

This was an odd feeling.

Completely different from when he killed Erick, Harold, and Rivers.

Especially Rives Francis.

Both were unprepared to resist, both hoped to die willingly at the hands of Link, but their motives and emotional nucleus were not on the same level as the God Slayer’s.

One was to add a bit of bargaining chip to his own “revenge”;

The other was to exchange his everything for the redemption of his daughter.

One was selfish, one was selfless.

As he looked at the bowed head of the God Slayer, waiting for the “blessing” and “mercy”, Link sighed deeply, choosing to “respond”.

He intended to fulfill the plea of the God Slayer.

An inexplicable connection was established between him and the “Seed”.

Under the sense, Link found himself able to control everything about the “Seed”, omniscient and omnipotent.

As long as Link had a demand, and the “Seed” had the ability to fulfill it, a corresponding change would occur.

His will was fulfilled at its core.

The cover of the spirit coffin lifted, revealing a small skeleton.

The shining Origin Power gathered and rushed into the spirit coffin, enveloping the small skeleton and soaking into it bit by bit.

The pale, dry bones gradually took on a luster of life.

Flesh and blood grew bit by bit.

Gradually a complete body was formed.

A soul awakened at the call, merging into the flesh.

It turned back into a sweet, elf-like little girl.

A long green dress with white lotus decorations was automatically dressed on the little girl.

It made her seem all the more innocent.

The long eyelashes of the little girl trembled a few times.

Then her eyelids, slowly opened.

Her big eyes were gazing at the dome of the tomb, showing confusion.

Her communicative eyes seemed to ask, where am I?

“Daddy?”

The little girl looked around, finding herself lying alone in the small space, she could not help but feel scared.

Her voice shaking, she called out for her last relative, her only reliance.

“Thankyou, Almighty, Merciful Lord”

“May your glory ever shine upon your kingdom”

The God Slayer heard the voice of his daughter and prayed full of gratitude.

Then he stood up and lifted his resurrected daughter from the spirit coffin.

Looking at the pale, bony figure before her, the little girl was not afraid, instead she hugged the bone tightly, not wanting to let go.

“Daddy, where did you go? I missed you so much!”

The little girl lay on the God Slayer’s shoulder, her tears kept rolling down.

Somehow, she seemed to have a premonition of what was about to happen.

She began to speak, incessantly.

Her sweet voice echoed in the circular tomb.

Speaking of her longing, her love, and her prayer.

“Dad, I’ve slept for a long, long time.”

“But I’m not scared.”

“I felt Daddy’s presence all the time.”

“With Daddy, I’m not scared.”

“Daddy, you’ll keep staying with me, right?”

“You’re not going to leave me, right?”

“You said you’d stay with me forever.”

“Daddy, don’t leave me, okay?”

“Okay?”

“Please.”

The God Slayer held his daughter’s back with his left hand, gently stroked her head with his right hand, kissed her cheek, and tenderly said, “Live well, take care of yourself, my daughter.”

As his words fell, the bones of the God Slayer, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, bit by bit, turned into dust, and disappeared completely.

The little girl floated in mid-air, her eyes red, her lips pouted, restraining her voice, she did not cry out loud.

Only her tears kept rolling down.

When the last bit of dust disappeared, the last trace of the God Slayer’s existence in the world disappeared.

Eventually, she couldn’t bear it, and wailed loudly.

“Daddy-”

The greatest joy in the world can be a long-awaited reunion.

The deepest sorrow, perhaps, is never to see a loved one again.

Link turned away, unable to bear watching any longer.

He could not help but recall the words he had spoken to Jasmine not too long ago.

“Would you disregard the fate of thousands of creatures for your own benefit?”

The path of a Wizard, constantly questioning humanity, always ongoing.

Morality? Conscience?

Huh…

Collecting his thoughts, Link opaque asked, “This ‘Seed’ must be very precious, why is it given as an extra reward to me?”

After establishing a connection with the “Seed”, Link got to know how the “Seed” was born.

He then naturally knows the value of the “Seed.”

The Seed of the World’s Origin, which has the potential to grow into a Small World, would even be coveted by Wizard Palo.

Even if it requires a large amount of resources to cultivate it.

This doubt, Link hoped to unravel, otherwise he would not be at ease holding it.

A voice sounded, answering Link’s question.

“It’s a customary extra reward for the first place in the big contest of the two areas in the first grade.

This world is rather special; it can relatively completely maintain its broken origin, derive into the Seed of Origin, it is an unexpected joy, and it is highly related to your behavior.

It’s not that it was given to you, but the Seed of Origin chose you.”

Hearing this, Link had most of his doubts cleared, but there were still a few details he wanted to understand.

Unfortunately, there was no chance.

The rewards have all been handed out, he was kicked out of the Light Wall space.

Waiting to enter the Inter-Dimensional Teleportation gate, back to the Wizard World.

Looking at the “Seed” floating in front of him, Link moved his heart and introduced it into his Sea of Consciousness.

One operation, the real “Seed” sinks into the lake, what hovers above the lake is just an illusion.