Standing on the ship that was flying towards the western border, Isol was interacting with the other tier 1 wizards from the tower. He was chatting and happily talking with them, exchanging pleasantries with each other.

The ship that they were taking was one of the alchemical creations by the tower, the force he worked under was called Divergent Extremity. Their founder was a pair of tier 5 wizards that studied in completely different fields but somehow created a force together.

"What a talented wizard, I can't believe you've already caught up with us."

"It was just a fluke."

Calmly smiling Isol was humble in front of the praises. He did not need to be pretentious or arrogant it didn't fit with his personality and those who act as such, don't face a good ending.

The plan of talking with these wizards was to form connections in the first place, why would he cut it off by acting like a dickhead.

Finally done with all the pleasantries, Isol finally started to inquire about the things he was interested in.

"Does anybody know the reason for the invasion?"

The wizards hearing this question finally started to get serious. They were going to war soon and they were planning on partying up. More people meant more safety, if it meant answering Isol's basic questions so that they could have more people, they wouldn't mind.

"Nobody knows the thought processes behind those lunatics, the rivalries between the two countries started because those lunatics invaded us first."

"I heard that the reason they always invade us is because they need bodies for their experiment, they are after all blood wizards."

Hearing the answers from them, Isol knew it was a fruitless process. Those answers were things he already heard of as rumors or provided no help.

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As he stepped out of the party, he saw the apprentices on the ships working and cleaning. He was one of them a few days ago but now he was already a step above them.

Looking at the clouds surrounding the ship he couldn't help but be amazed at the beauty of this world. Although it was very dangerous and a rat race for power, the wonder of nature had always calmed him. If he was left with such a monotonous way of life, he wouldn't know if he would stay sane, constant killing and fighting was not the way he wanted to live.

Going back to his room, he noticed that a few apprentices were sweeping the hallways. As they saw him, they hurriedly bowed to him in a form of respect. He calmly waved his hand at them, not used to being in power.

As he opened the door to his room he heard whispers from the apprentices.

"Have you guys heard that Gebby went missing?"

"This is the 3rd time this week that someone went missing."

"We've reported it to the security team, but they always dismiss us."

"I'm scared that it will be me next."

Hearing their whispers, he suddenly felt pain in his right arm. His right arm was a fusion between the mummified arm and his original arm, countless ghosts were lying dormant inside of it. The ghosts were acting up after hearing the conversations from the apprentices resulting in the nerves of his right arm shooting in pain.

Sweating, he could only pretend to calmly enter his room. The moment he entered the room, he cast a silencing spell. Making sure no noises exited the room.

Like a silent movie, Isol was seen punching and breaking things in his room to try and relieve his pain while no noises were made. It would be a hilarious scene if not for the ugly grimace on his face.

The pain only stopped after 50 minutes of extreme torture. He had no idea what these ghosts went through before they died, but he knew that they probably had an extremely unfortunate fate if their resentment was this big.

Meditating in his room which now looked like a wreck, he continued to absorb the luck particles in his surroundings. Originally his body couldn't withstand such a large amount of luck, but with his advancement his threshold had increased and his method of gathering luck had also gotten more efficient.

If it was compared to before, it was like drinking from a small straw to a normal-sized one.

His luck had also changed, no longer was it just a gaseous yellow that surrounded his body, it was now a golden lotus that was barely able to stay in shape.

He calmly waited for the day they finally arrived on the battle fields. He knew that on this ship the highest in power was only a tier 2 wizard. There were multiple ships sent by Divergent Extremities and it didn't just consist of their people from the wizard tower, but also more forces under them.

Luckily he hadn't crossed paths with Esbeth yet. He was too weak to confront him, as there was a wide gap between a tier 1 wizard and a tier 3 wizard. He could crush him with a wave of his hand.