Witcher: I Can Extract Everything

A few months later, at the blood fortress, in Heath's training room.

Tss! Tss! In the room, the Purifying Candle was burning.

In front of the flickering candle, Heath was still meditating.

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

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

The sound of the system notification rang in his ears from time to time. Ever since the system returned, every time he meditated, he would receive an additional spiritual power increase. One had to admit that the feeling of training with the cheating device on was really great.

In the blink of an eye, the candle burned out. At the same time, it also announced that Heath's meditation for the day had come to an end.

He opened his eyes, but he was not in a hurry to leave the room. Instead, he walked to a corner of the room.

There was a wooden table here. On the table, there were some strange things, there was a Necromancer's Flower with pale petals that were as thin as a finger, an Abyss Eyeball that was the size of a fist that was not filled with blood threads, and a Soul Spark that was blue all over like a ball of burning flames...

These were all materials used to transform souls.

Although the Bloody Fortress was fraught with dangers, the advantage was that there were enough materials in this place. As long as one fought here for a day, they would be able to obtain the materials needed for training.

It might not be much to an Apprentice, but it would be of great help to a Wizard.

One had to know that the materials used for a Wizard to train on the path of cultivation were extremely expensive. Take the materials used to transform souls in front of them for example, they could easily cost thousands or even tens of thousands of Magic Stones. Just the table in front of him added up to tens of thousands of Magic Stones.

And these were only the materials used for a single Wizard's cultivation!

Danger always accompanied profit. Just like what Cassandra said, although the Bloody Battlefield was extremely dangerous, it was also full of opportunities. Otherwise, the materials used to mutate a soul would not be something that Heath could afford.

Picking up the Necromancer's Flower, Heath chanted in his heart, 'Extract.'

[Beep, extraction successful. Soul Mutation +386]

A strange energy surged into his body. He could clearly feel his soul tremble slightly, and then the energy smoothly merged into his body.

There was no rejection, no impurities. Everything came so naturally.

Heath praised, "Things like soul mutation... are really more comfortable when extracted!"

Just like meditating to absorb elements, there would always be impurities, so was soul mutation. Moreover, the problem of such impurities was particularly serious in the aspect of soul mutation, because soul mutation was carried out by directly absorbing materials.

Necromancer's Flower, Abyss Eyeball, Star Spirit Grass, and these were all strong soul materials in themselves. When refining and absorbing them, there would always be a large number of impurities that would fuse into the soul.

The impurities that would fuse into the soul were very uncomfortable. In a pictographic analogy, it was like drinking a glass of water that was full of sand.

However, the mutation that was extracted through the system was the purest mutation energy that had no impurities. Of course, it was far more comfortable than refining and absorbing it.

[Beep, extraction successful. Soul Mutation +292]

[Beep, extraction successful, soul...]

Soon, Heath extracted the few materials separately and obtained a total of nearly 2,000 soul mutation rate. The soul mutation rate on the interface increased by 0.23 percentage points.

Heath said reluctantly, "If only I had more materials..."

Wouldn't he reach out to the stronghold? Wasn't it free anyway?

He wanted to, but there was nothing he could do.

Because of the impurities, Wizards could not undergo soul mutation continuously. After each mutation, they needed some time to send out the impurities, recuperate their souls, and so on.

The materials provided by the Bloody Fortress were also provided according to the cycle of a Wizard's cultivation.

Before the next cultivation cycle, if he rashly applied for the materials from the fortress, he might not get permission. On the contrary, it would make people suspicious. If people knew that he did not need to deal with the impurities to undergo soul mutation continuously... Wouldn't that be a joke?

Touching his chin, Heath pondered, "I'd better find an opportunity to go out for a walk..."

Recently, he had gained a better understanding of the Bloody Battlefield.

The area where the Bloody Battlefield was located was called the Sealed Land. It was also a land of Wizard resources and Wizard domains. Its territory was not inferior to the Dark Forest, it was also a land of high-level resources with extremely high elemental content and abundantly rich resources.

There were countless kinds of high-level materials and rare treasures here. Moreover, because there was no competition, the materials here were far more abundant than those outside.

It was only because of the pollution that the materials here could not be directly consumed. It belonged to the Dark Wizard Region, so no one cared about it.

However, this kind of contamination was a serious or even fatal threat to other Wizards. However, it was insignificant to Heath. He had already tried it in the past few days. If he used the system to extract it, he could obtain energy directly without being infected.

In other words, this polluted place that everyone avoided was a treasure trove for him!

"I'll apply for a transfer after I'm done..."

He had already calculated that he would apply for a transfer to Robert after he was done with his work. Recently, he had been participating in the improvement of the defense plan, so he couldn't leave for a while.

After extracting all the materials, Heath immediately put the materials back in their original positions. It wasn't suitable to absorb and refine the materials after the meditation just now, and it was almost time for dinner. It wasn't too late to refine them after going out for a meal.

With this in mind, Heath grabbed a cloak and put it on before heading out.

He came all the way to the open space on the east side of the fortress.

This was the place where the warriors usually wok and cook. There was no need to count on places like the dining hall of the military fortress. The food was all carried out in the open space.

At this moment, there were many stoves built with stones in the open space. A few long wooden sticks were crossed in the middle, and a black wok was set up on top. There were all kinds of ingredients on the long wooden table next to it. The cooks were preparing the food to be put into the pot in front of the table.

The gray smoke released by the burning wood mixed with the steam from the boiling water rose up.

It was lunchtime, and it was a lively time in the open space. The warriors gathered by the bonfire in groups of three or five. While waiting for the food to be put into the pot, they discussed all kinds of messy topics.

When they saw Heath come over, the warriors who were sitting immediately stood up and greeted him.

"Lord Heath!"

"Are you here to eat, Lord Heath?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Wherever Heath passed by, the warriors would greet him. Half of their tone was out of respect for those in higher positions, but more of it was out of respect and worship.

Because of the need to extract attributes, Heath would always personally go to the frontline to fight alongside these warriors in every war.

What was the concept of Wizards being on the battlefield?

It was known that spell casters had always been fighting as the backline damage dealers on the battlefield. Not to mention Wizards, even Apprentices were mostly placed in the backline, under heavy guard. How could there be someone like Heath who personally went to the frontline to fight?

Over time, this naturally made Heath gain the respect of the grassroots warriors. In addition, Heath himself did not put on any airs, which made the warriors even more fond of him. He inexplicably built up his own reputation.

'Civilian Wizard', 'Black-Haired Knight', 'Heroic Heath'.

People always called him that in private.

"Lord Heath, sit here, sit next to Sam. Sam has already reserved a good seat for you!"

A loud voice sounded.

In front of a bonfire, the bearded Dwarf, Sam, tried his best to wave at Heath. In order to make himself more conspicuous with his short stature, he even jumped on a large rock beside him.

Ever since he was saved by Heath on the battlefield, he had always considered himself as a follower of Heath. Wherever Heath appeared, he would always try to curry favor with him.

Heath walked over and said, "Alright, I can see. There's no need to jump anymore."

There were a few warriors sitting in front of the bonfire. There were Elves, Dwarves, and humans. When they saw Heath coming over, everyone stood up to make room for him.

Seeing that, Heath did not stand on ceremony and naturally sat in the middle of the warriors. He picked up a spoon and stirred the black pot in front of him.

He asked casually, "What do you want to eat today? Hmm... Red potatoes? Stewed beef? Hmm... They even added some carrots. These three things again. Those in logistics are getting more and more stupid. Why is there no change at all..."

A sharp-eared Elf laughed and jokingly said, "You can throw Sam down. The carrot stew Dwarf will definitely taste good."

This was Sam's comrade-in-arms, Palandi.

"Hahaha!"

"Carrot stew Dwarf!"

Palandi's teasing caused the crowd to burst into laughter.

Sam blew his beard and glared, "Palandi, you sharp-eared sissy, do you want to taste my axe?"

Palandi said scornfully, "Only a retarded Elf would let a Dwarf get close."

Elves and Dwarves were different races. They looked at each other like idiots. Even if they became comrades, they would often hit each other. They would quarrel and scold each other almost every day.

Most of the time, the Dwarves were at a disadvantage. After all, the Elves were only a little arrogant, but the Dwarves were usually too straightforward.

"Wizard Heath!" At this moment, a shout came from behind.

Heath turned his head and saw a few figures running hurriedly from behind. They were all people he knew...