Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

Hiss!

At the critical moment, Heath's innate spell was automatically activated. A wisp of flame suddenly bloomed, illuminating the black and white world.

As the flame lit up, Heath instantly regained control of his body. He hurriedly retreated, and the large hand that was grabbing at him almost brushed past his face.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

The gasps of distance reverberated in the room. In a world of black and white, Heath stared nervously at the man in front of him.

After the huge black hand grabbed nothing, the man suddenly twisted his neck in a strange posture and turned his head bit by bit. His two eyes stared straight at Heath.

His grayish-black pupils were not confused from before. Instead, they were filled with curiosity, as if he was surprised that Heath had dodged the attack just now.

That gaze seemed somewhat familiar to Heath.

Thinking about it carefully, when the group of Knights had provoked him previously, he had also looked at them with the same gaze.

Similarly, the man did not continue to make things difficult for Heath.

After glancing at him casually, he withdrew his gaze. The black claw that had extended out also collapsed into a cloud of black smoke with a 'bang'.

This black and white world also collapsed together with him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The tables, chairs, candlesticks, wine glasses, and customers all exploded, exploding into clouds of black smoke.

The black smoke lost Heath's vision, and only made his vision blur.

"What do you think, friend? With your skills, if you were on our ship, you would definitely be able to develop even better," the tireless voice of persuasion rang out.

The man who entered his vision was a man with the small mustache.

Heath was stunned.

He looked around and found that the tavern had returned to its original state. Moreover, time seemed to have gone back a little, back to the time when he went to look for the customer in the corner.

"What exactly happened just now..."

"An illusion?"

"No, it can't be an illusion..."

The reaction in Heath's spiritual sea made him very clear that he had really experienced everything just now. He had indeed been attacked by some unknown force.

'What on earth did it...'

One had to know that he was already a genuine Wizard now. However, that energy just now had actually made him unable to resist at all. In that instant, he felt as small as an ant.

Was he an intermediate Wizard? An advanced Wizard?

Or...

'No... that's impossible, right?'

Heath shook his head. An existence at that level was already at the peak of this world. There weren't many who possessed such strength in the entire world. It was impossible for him to meet them out of the blue.

Rumble! At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded from outside the window.

In front of the explosion, a bolt of lightning cut through the sky, brightening up the sunset.

The customers in the tavern said:

"The storm is coming."

"It seems that those who go out to sea these two days are going to be in big trouble."

Heath carried the quilt and looked out of the window.

Looking at the waves that suddenly rolled up in the distance and the bolts of lightning that continuously tore the sky apart, the pride and arrogance that he had when he advanced to a Wizard seemed to have retreated at this moment.

Wizards were indeed very powerful. They were gods in the eyes of mortals. In the eyes of mortals, they were already existences that were immortal.

However, in the entire Wizard World, this was nothing.

There were too many existences that were stronger than Wizards in this world. In front of those terrifying existences, even Wizards would easily lose their lives.

"Strength, I need more strength..."

Heath clenched his fist and spoke quietly...

...

In the end, Heath still didn't understand what had attacked him.

He only knew that it was some kind of powerful life form that used a man as a medium to launch an attack on him.

It was probably because the man had the mark of that life on him. When Heath was digging into the man's memories, he accidentally disturbed the other party and attracted their attention.

Heath had hesitated to investigate further, but before he could make a decision, he lost his chance.

The next morning, the man died.

The sailor who had been drifting on the sea for most of his life was found drowned face down in a small ditch in front of the tavern. The water was not deep enough to reach the man's ankles.

Heath had also gone to the scene. Compared to the man's unique way of dying, what surprised Heath more was the phenomenon after the man's death.

In just one night, the man's soul had disappeared without a trace!

One had to know that the speed of the soul's disappearance was closely related to the law. It was not easy to keep the soul for a long time, but it was even more difficult to make the soul disappear in a short period of time.

At least this was definitely not something that a Wizard could do.

Even if a soul dissipated, Heath would not be able to continue investigating. He could only put this aside for the time being and wait until he became stronger before looking for the results.

For now, he should focus on increasing his strength.

Thus, the next day, Heath followed the original plan and embarked on the journey back to his hometown on the Wizard ship.

...

A few days later, on the west side of the Forgotten Sea.

On the endless sea, a three-masted sailboat with white sails was sailing alone. The sailboat was swept up and down by the undulating waves. The vast sea surface was like a mountain range.

In a room on the lower deck of the sailboat.

Sizzle sizzle... The crisp sound of a candle was heard. A white candle was burning on the wooden table.

It was daytime, but the candle was burning.

The light from this candle was also different from ordinary candles. The light was not as bright as ordinary candles, and the color was not a single bright yellow, but a colorful one. If one observed carefully, they would find that when the candle was burning, there were some colorful light dots rising from the candle.

This was a Meditation Candle, also known as an Elemental Candle.

As the name implied, this was a candle made from pure elemental examples. When it was burning, it would release a large amount of elemental energy, which would increase the number of elements in a certain area. It was mostly used for Wizards' training in low-elemental areas.

At this moment, in front of the Meditation Candle, Heath was sitting on a chair and meditating with his eyes closed.

The system's notification sound rang in his ears one after another.

[Beep, elemental extraction successful. Spiritual Power increased.]

[Beep, elemental extraction successful. Spiritual Power increased.]

This continued for half an hour before Heath slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, there was a look of joy in his eyes.

The reason why he was in a good mood was that during this meditation just now, the power that he had accumulated for a long time finally had another breakthrough.

His spiritual power finally crossed the impetuous elementary rank and completely stabilized.

At this level, it also meant that he had entered the elementary rank and became a true low-rank Wizard!