A Sorcerer's Journey Chapter 600 - The Medium World

Chapter 600: The Medium World

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Grimm, what’s going on?”

It turned out to be Peranos and an unfamiliar Level-3 Great Sorcerer Dean who came in person, followed by a large number of Mechanical Marionettes, the guardians and official Sorcerers of the Hydra Wrath Sorcerer Academy. They were all in a state of preparation for the Academy War.

There was still one month before the decennial Sorcerer-Apprentice recruitment, which was also another confrontation of the Academy War.

At this moment, any turbulence was enough to affect all the nerves of the Hydra Wrath Sorcerer Tower. This was the sorrow and helplessness of the vulnerable, unable to tolerate any negligence and mistake.

The reason was because they could not afford to lose!

“Caw caw caw caw. It’s that last concealment Sorcerer from the opposite side who couldn’t bear with it anymore. He has started performing sneak attacks on my master and formally declared a war.”

Little Myna was very excited. He said happily without showing any concern for Grimm at all.

The Sorcerer-Apprentices filed out of their cla.s.srooms under the arrangements of official Sorcerers. Grimm slowly turned around with his eyes revealing a light of thought under his Mask of Truth, and said, “No, this is not a direct attack from the Spectral Worlds. This is a Curse Sorcery summoning a Mysterious Energy from some Spectral World, a Text World?”

After more than ten Sorcerers had taken a look in some of the cla.s.srooms, they shook their heads and squinted at Grimm with a suspicious look.

Peranos waved his hand and forcibly ordered both the Sorcerers and Academy Guardians to leave.

“How confident are you?”

Peranos asked in a low voice.

Grimm did not speak. Before he could think of the proper method by understanding the opponent’s attack method, Grimm had no chance of winning and could only pa.s.sively defend.

“After all, the opponent is a Level-3 Great Sorcerer. You should try not to leave the Sorcerer Tower for now. Wait for the academy to gather enough information before cooking up plans.”

Peranos left with a sigh. Other than Grimm, there were only two Level-1 Sorcerers left in the cla.s.sroom a.n.a.lyzing both the loss of the Sorcerer Tower and the rebuilding of the wall to make up for the Magical Array.

***

In the dead of night, the Magic Lamp shone and the shadows swayed.

“The chalk used to write on the blackboard during the day did not contain any Medium Substance, nor did it have any abnormalities in the composition of the substance. It’s just ordinary chalk.”

With a frown, Grimm removed the finely ground chalk powder from the gla.s.s slide under the microscope.

Little Myna flew in from the outside.

“Young Master, the results have been announced. A total of fifty seven Sorcerer-Apprentices in daytime cla.s.ses have undergone extensive observations and examinations. There are no abnormalities. The problem is not with them.”

Little Myna held a scroll in his beak and threw it in front of Grimm. The scroll contained Peranos’s audit signature, and it was an examination report of fifty seven Sorcerer-Apprentices.

“Oh, I see.”

Grimm did not look at the scroll.

Compared to the bizarre curse method of the opponent, it was Grimm who was most urgently aware of the fact that the opponent had obtained his own Life Code. This Life Code was obviously not flesh and hair, because Grimm’s Dissimilation Sorcery was already completely immune to this curse method. There was no trace of curse infection source in any material worn on the body.

Grimm was slightly distressed.

With the upgrade of Grimm’s level, Grimm had been exposed to highly advanced Curse Sorcery at this time. The great variety of fantasies developed by these advanced Sorcerers drew support from various kinds of Mysterious Energy Curse Sorcery. Obviously, it was no longer something the common Curse Sorcery knowledge Grimm had came into contact with could decipher.

“Caw caw. Young Master, actually… about my hunch about that Spectral World during the day, I, Little Myna, am quite impressed. That old b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Antonio, has already discovered this Spectral World long ago, and set foot there in person.”

The startled Grimm, who was distressed trying to conduct matter detection on the wall dust, looked incredulously at Little Myna.

“Do you know what world it is?”

“Caw caw caw caw caw…”

Little Myna smiled with pride, embraced himself with his two wings and said, “This is a mysterious Spectral World known to very few ancient Sorcerers. Some people called it the Transmission World, some called it the Screen World, some called it the Text World, and some called it the Virtual World. That old b.a.s.t.a.r.d called it the Medium World.”

Transmission World? Screen World? Text World? Virtual World? Medium World?

Grimm stared closely at Little Myna, waiting for his explanation on the characteristics of this Spectral World.

“The old b.a.s.t.a.r.d’s explanation is probably something like this. If you convey your conscious mind to another person in any way via texts, drawings, crystal ball optical screens and more, the other person’s true comprehension will have certain deviations from the sender of the original information. These deviations will be made up automatically by the recipient of the information unconsciously, thus forming their own thoughts and comprehension.”

While talking, Little Myna specially suppressed his voice like he was telling a ghost story with a mysterious and sombre expression.

“The Medium World is a Spectral World where any kind of information during transmission such as texts, drawings, crystal ball optical screens and more, will be lost or contain errors. For a deranged and discursive world, the vast majority of Material World creatures will not be exposed to, nor realize the existence of such a Spectral World.”

With Grimm’s sorcerer knowledge, he could naturally imagine such a Spectral World.

Among the civilians in the Sorcerers World, there was a vocabulary called “rumor”. This was a vocabulary that emerged from some bards. It had become the most frequently used vocabulary to describe situations where civilians chat after meals.

The so-called rumors described obtained information pa.s.sed on from one mouth to another before it was then pa.s.sed on to others.

But in this process, every information a person conveyed was tweaked to add a little bit of essence to the original matter based on his or her own comprehension and imagination, resulting in the loss of the information’s authenticity, and finally spreading to others, one after another, to form a bizarre and incredible story.

Among them, language was not only the medium through which this information was conveyed, but also the foundation of the Medium World’s existence.

“Wait!”

A flash of light glinted in his eyes, as Grimm stared at the rubbish bin.

The trash bin was filled with sc.r.a.ps of paper, which contained Grimm’s research draft and conjecture about the perception of giant black and white mosquitoes, as well as some advanced calculations on the poison-making formula of “Male Toxin Refinery”.

“Get Cana for me!”

Cana was the Sorceress-Apprentice who was responsible for cleaning Grimm’s room to earn Magic Stones. She was also the girl rescued, along with a Sorcerer-Apprentice, by Neeran.

Grimm finally knew what his stolen Life Code was, and it turned out to be the text on his waste draft paper!

That concealment Sorcerer was using Grimm’s own words as a medium, attacking Grimm after communicating with the Mysterious Energy Curse of the Medium World!

This horrible concealment Sorcerer…

“Caw caw caw, I’m on it.”

Little Myna fluttered his wings and flew out. Grimm looked around at the magic books in the room and the mural artworks on the wall. At this moment, all he felt was that these things seemed to be looking coldly at him from another world. A type of medium information error energy was overflowing from that Spectral World onto himself, attacking him.

With an awestruck expression, after Grimm took a deep breath, the Sabbatic Goat Staff on his right hand crackled with thunder jolts. The light of several Magic Lamps twisted before being sucked into the black electrical arc.

Grimm’s left hand slowly took out a book.

This was exactly what Grimm had written in the beginning of the Book of Truth for nearly three hundred years!

The entrance to the forgotten world as recorded in the Book of Truth should be in the deepest part of the Medium World, which was that most primitive lost memory of the overlapping of information errors.