Wizard: I Can Refine Everything-Chapter 197 - 27 Enhanced Adaptation Body

Chapter 197: Chapter 27 Enhanced Adaptation Body

The temperature in the laboratory was lowered, and Richard checked each major component of the spiritual power amplifier to see if there were any meltdowns or damage.

The result left Richard quite satisfied.

After running at full load, only the safety components of the machine had melted, with no slight damage to other components.

Though this was related to the fact that the spiritual power amplifier was brand new, Richard didn’t mind being pleased with himself.

As long as there were no problems, it meant his machine design was flawless, and he only needed to upgrade the cooling components to extend the communication time.

Taking the machine to a vacant room on the third floor of the Wizard Tower, Richard had a long overdue visit to the backyard.

The completion of the Dream World Communication Equipment eased Richard’s mind considerably, and, looking at the warm afternoon sun, he felt an unusual sense of leisure.

In the backyard, Number One and Number Two were lazily basking in the sun. Not far from them, the graves of the former Number One and Number Two were covered in wildflowers.

Richard did not disturb them; he pulled out a deck chair from his pocket, then changed his clothes and lay down on the chair.

Now that the business contract had been signed and the Dream World Communication Equipment completed, although the skeleton’s mood was a bit strange, it was still largely loyal.

Moreover, Richard had now advanced from One Ring to becoming a Second Ring Wizard.

Richard realized that there seemed to be nothing urgent left for him to do.

Ulysses flew over from a distance; since returning to the Wizard World, Richard had not bothered with him, letting him roam free in the Tower of Truth.

Ulysses landed next to Richard, “Caw, how unusual. What brings you out to bask in the sun? Shouldn’t you be busy with your experiments in the laboratory?”

Richard took out a notebook and casually used it to shield his face, his muffled voice emanating from under the book:

“Rare to have some leisure time, life is so long, one must enjoy living.”

Ulysses opened a Secret Realm, entered, and pulled out a mushroom-woven deck chair to lay on.

“Caw, that’s the right attitude. Transforming from a short-lived species to a longevity species, the most important thing is to slow down.

Our lives are extended, and many things can be approached gradually.”

The gentle afternoon sun bathed Richard’s backyard, where two kemonomimi, a wizard, and a World Master from another world lay in the yard, calmly enjoying the sunshine.

Suddenly, a breeze passed through, weaving through the backyard and flowing towards the distance.

…

After a year of procurement, Jolod delivered materials sufficient for fifty Magic Support Vehicles to Richard, along with his fee—fifteen thousand Magic Essence.

Since the business guild had been founded to sell Magic Potions, the master and apprentice had only drafted the profit-sharing ratio concerning Magic Potions.

Resultingly, although the guild had been established, no deals involving Magic Potions had materialized; their first deal unexpectedly involved armaments unrelated to Magic Potions.

Fate really was indescribable.

Thus, in this transaction of the business guild, Richard naturally took the major share as the provider of technology and products, with Jolod only nibbling at the edges in material procurement.

The arrival of the materials made Richard’s leisurely life a bit busier, as the foundational parts of the Magic Support Vehicles numbered in the tens of thousands, requiring Richard to painstakingly handcraft these parts from the materials step by step.

However, Richard was obviously not willing to do so.

After spending five hundred Magic Essence, through his senior sister Anna’s connections, Richard acquired a complete wizard-grade machine tool.

But this time, Richard’s idea wasn’t particularly novel. Wizards had long started assembly line production of alchemy machines, and for many wizards researching alchemy machines, Richard’s need was just an ordinary transaction.

Molding the parts was just the first step; more troublesome work would follow.

Some of these parts required Alchemy Arrays for material treatment, while others needed Enchantment.

Richard had to handle these tasks himself.

Fortunately, the contract allowed ample time, so Richard was not forced to work overtime.

In addition to producing Magic Support Vehicles, Richard’s research, supported by funding, began to transition.

The Adaptation Body, which he stumbled upon while researching the Pioneer Crystal, capable of adapting to toxins, was scheduled for research.

The Adaptation Body, a subtle spell entirely vital to Richard’s combat capabilities.

Its conferred Element Resistance and Physical Resistance were very useful in battle. The discovery of its adaptation to toxins opened a new developmental path for this witchcraft.

Wizards categorized poisons privately in many ways, but generally, the Lethal Poisons were divided into three types: Neurotoxin, Corrosive Poison, and Metabolic Obstruction Poison.

These classifications of poisons were made according to the reactions after poisoning, but poisons of the same category might have vastly different components, making detoxification extremely challenging. Sometimes, in face of potent poisons, wizards even needed to abandon their bodies.

This was one of the reasons many wizards did not advance their physique.

However, the adaptation to toxicity offered by the Adaptation Body made Richard believe that this witchcraft had potential. The body, the bedrock of and biological presence in the Material World, holds mysteries not even a Truth Wizard would claim to fully understand.

…

Fifty years later.

In the laboratory, Richard carefully mixed poisons with a pipette. As the pitch-black liquid dripped down, the poison in the test tube suddenly began changing color.

It shifted from red to black, then transformed into a very thick green.

After the change completed, a sickly sweet scent wafted from the test tube.

Richard brought the test tube up to his eyes, muttering:

“Poison Delight, a Neurotoxin, three thousand five hundred times stronger than Crow Vine Poison. This strength should suffice.”

With that, Richard poured the liquid from the test tube into an alchemy machine, and shortly, a pale green smoke with a sickly sweet smell emanated from it.

“Inhale…”

Richard took a deep inhale of the smoke, then suddenly convulsed, his body beginning to shake uncontrollably.

This was a sign that the poison had entered his body.

The pale green toxin penetrated Richard’s body through his respiratory tract, skin, and mucous membranes before entering his bloodstream and instantaneously coursing throughout his body with each breath.

Under the toxin’s influence, Richard’s body began to spasm and tremble involuntarily, a sign that his nervous system was being invaded by the toxin.

Normally, Richard would have died painfully within minutes, his robust physique becoming a terrible torture device against him.

But within a few seconds, Richard’s body regained its calm.

Richard turned off the alchemy machine and took out a notebook to record the time of his poisoning.

“Thirty-five seconds, one second less than the time before.”

It was a toxicity adaptation experiment, designed by Richard to improve the Adaptation Body, fundamentally using small doses of toxin to continuously stimulate the body, thus evolving a detoxification mechanism.

This experiment was extremely dangerous as the poisons Richard used were potent enough to kill a wizard.

A slight miscalculation in dosage during the experiment could turn it into suicide.

After writing down his notes, Richard closed the notebook, then began to clean the room using a spell.

The poisons were harmless to Richard, but deadly toxic to his demi-human maids. Sometimes they would come to the laboratory to clean, and it would be foolish to accidentally poison them to death.

Next, Richard entered a cultivation pod, and a spiritual body emerged from him and entered the room next door.

In the adjacent room, another Richard slowly opened his eyes as the spiritual body entered.

Remember the Nurturing Rule refined from the Mother Worm God fragments?

This rule, in conjunction with the Flesh Rule, allowed Richard to create a flesh body completely identical to his own.

Initially, Richard saw this ability as a superior alternative to the Cloning Technique, but after beginning the experiments to improve the Adaptation Body, he suddenly realized it was perfect for experimentation as well.

The clone had all the same data as the original, and if an experiment was successful on the clone, it would be successful on the original, and any damage from the experiment wouldn’t threaten Richard’s original body.

Richard left the room and entered the adjacent laboratory, reviewing his experimental records from this period.

He plotted the adaptation times for the same mechanism’s toxins on a line graph, which showed a very pronounced peak. The experiment data Richard had just obtained was at the base of the peak.

Looking at the statistical chart, Richard sighed deeply,

“The body’s instinctive adaptation has reached its limit, next, I must improve the formula for the Adaptation Potion.”

Closing the notebook, Richard casually pulled out a Magic Book from his pocket and leaned back in his chair to read.

To refine the Adaptation Body, he had been collecting knowledge about Magic Potions for years, and the activity of exchanging Encrypted Notes for Magic Equipment had also been revisited by him.

The Encrypted Notes had provided Richard with plenty of valuable substances over the years, including the formula for the poison he had just used in his experiments.

While Richard was reading, he was distracted by a particularly loud hooting from an owl outside the window.

“Hmm? What’s this…”

Richard looked out the window at the exceptionally burly owl, almost as if muscles were growing in its eyes, and fell into deep thought.

How has Chax’s aesthetic become so strange?

Opening the window, the muscular owl handed Richard a letter held in its claws and spoke in a deep voice,

“Member Richard, there is an event at the club soon, if you have time you could participate.”

After delivering his message, the owl took a significant leap into the air, flapping its wings and flying off into the distance.

On Richard’s windowsill, two claw marks were clearly visible.

“I remember this thing has Enchantment, doesn’t it?”

Richard opened the letter, which contained an invitation. The invitation had a corner stamped with Jimmy’s brightly smiling bald head.

The contents of the invitation were simple, stating that Garon the Great Wizard, the chairman of Garon Club, had recently acquired a small Secret Realm. The environment was suitable for wizards pursuing Physique Evolution, thus he invited the club’s members to train in the Secret Realm.

It was a small perk from the club.

“Using a Secret Realm as a club’s perk… The Great Wizard is truly generous.”

After reading the invitation, Richard sighed, pocketed it, and turned to open the Secret Realm Rift.

Inside the Secret Realm, Ulysses was leisurely drinking some unknown beverage. Not far from him, numerous Holy Tree Elves were using mycelium to mold a sculpture.

And the sculpture’s face…

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Richard walked over to Ulysses, “What are you doing making a sculpture of me for?”

Ulysses flapped his wings, speaking boisterously, “Gah, didn’t you make a fuss about studying the Power of Faith before? There are plenty of these little guys in the Secret Realm now, so I thought I’d start a sect for fun.”

“Oh, that kind-hearted?” Richard raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

“Gah, of course. We two are comrades who’ve fought side by side, don’t think so ill of me,” Ulysses said somewhat proudly, “Hey, you over there, make sure the sculpture looks exactly like my blueprint!”

Richard looked towards the sculpture. On its left shoulder, the Holy Tree Elves were shaping an impressively fearsome crow.

“Suit yourself, I’m off to attend an event held by a Great Wizard. Keep an eye on things while I’m gone. Don’t open the Secret Realm Rift near me.”

Ulysses waved his wings indifferently:

“Gah, got it.”