Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique-Chapter 811 - 3 Sage_2

Chapter 811: Chapter 3 Sage_2

Chapter 811 -3 Sage_2

Moreover, her son had returned to see them.

He just hadn’t appeared in person, that’s all.

“Link…”

Mrs. Grande once again gazed out over Katosi Harbor, as if she saw a sailing ship, carrying her son, drifting into the distance.

This departure, she guessed, would likely be the last.

A crystal-clear tear slid from the corner of her eye.

“Go on, Link, make something of yourself; don’t worry about home.”

Mrs. Grande muttered to herself, unable to hold back the tears.

“Mommy, Mommy…”

Just then, her three-year-old son woke up from his nap, crying out for his mother.

Wiping away the tears with a silk handkerchief, Mrs. Grande composed herself, picked up her younger son, and began to play with him.

Life must go on.

Aboard the White Sail:

Link withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked into the cabin, no longer haunted by the past.

In the Human Immortal Martial World, he had once repaid the debt of having been given life and nurtured.

Thus, this time, he could be said to know the ropes.

He also understood the profound significance Dean Frist had in arranging for him to revisit Stormy Sea.

It wasn’t to sever ties with the past but rather to remember his origins.

Repaying the debt of birth and upbringing was not about cutting off relations completely; it was about leaving with a clear conscience, unburdened for the journey ahead.

Once the Metamorphosis Period had passed and he become a Sage, the cost of worrying about his family would be much greater.

Link was aware of the deeper meaning.

In the following days, White Sail sailed smoothly and reached the West Coast.

The recruitment of New Blood that followed had nothing to do with Link anymore.

He simply adopted the manner of Sage Palo, offering inconspicuous reminders.

After returning to the college, Link settled into his work routine.

Punching in daily, sitting in the office, reviewing papers, checking patents.

It was not exactly leisurely or wilful, but there was no oppressive paperwork either.

As time passed, the Metamorphosis Period quietly arrived.

Link became acutely aware of the presence of the World’s Will.

It was a sensation that couldn’t be described in words.

If one truly had to make a comparison, it felt like a speck of dust under the starry sky, suddenly realizing the vastness and grandeur of the cosmos, along with its inclusiveness.

It was like being inside the Human Immortal Martial World, in the form of a fetus, being nurtured.

Perhaps, describing the World’s Will as a mother was not quite appropriate.

But that was the feeling it gave Link.

The resonance with the World’s Will began.

The days of being genuine also began.

Telling the truth, doing real deeds, not managing expressions, not faking emotions.

Most importantly, not deliberately avoiding social interactions.

Embarrassments naturally started to happen one after another.

Assad, who enjoyed doing anything freely, the Brotherhood Group, and the Social Phobia Group, as those who interacted with Link the most, could not help but snicker.

If they hadn’t undergone professional training, they’d likely have burst out in laughter.

In face of these situations, what could Link do?

He could only accept them candidly.

Acts of self-deception did not meet the requirements for conduct during the Metamorphosis Period.

Since Link had started early with his sense of rules, he made rapid progress in this area.

However, the overall progress of resonating with the World’s Will was a bit unsatisfactory.

Link knew the reason and neither panicked nor thought he would fail to ascend.

Only…

Looking at the increasing tally of messages, which had now accumulated to over eighty without any response, Link couldn’t help feeling irritable.

Jasmine had gone to the North Region for an exchange study, and there had been no word from her since.

Asking Dean Frist, the reply was always the same, “All is well, no need to worry.”

Link also wanted not to worry.

But during the Metamorphosis Period, telling the truth and doing the real thing were about being genuine and sincere.

Then the questions arose.

Counting the faded eighteen years in the Human Immortal Martial World, Link had not seen Jasmine for a total of nineteen years.

Not counting those eighteen years, it had also been nearly four months since they had last seen each other.

How genuine was Link’s affection for Jasmine?

And what was Jasmine’s significance to Link?

Standing in front of the office window, Link suddenly asked himself these two questions.

These two questions had a reciprocal relationship, what is understood from one inevitably leads to the answer to the other.

But ah, such questions are really not that easy to come to terms with.

More than a month had passed since Link had started asking himself these two questions, yet he still hadn’t found a definitive answer.

Until one early morning, the portable AI chimed twice, receiving two voice messages.

The sender was an unknown account, and when Link played the messages, the voice was all too familiar.

“Link, I’m out.”

“I miss you so much!”

Jasmine’s voice was gentle and soft, her tone and emotion not intense, akin to the babbling of a brook.

Yet to Link’s ears, it was like thunder from the Nine Heavens.

With a bang,

All the doubts and confusion were shattered.

The dust covering his heart was thoroughly shaken off.

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Link confronted the deepest parts of his own heart.

There were images.

Images of a young girl showing how to test for Wizard Qualifications; of a young girl clumsily using CPU techniques; of a young girl getting into trouble, the guilt deeply hidden in her eyes after disrupting the peaceful life; of a young girl coming to a sudden realization, resolutely and unwaveringly learning; of a young girl squatting on the lawn, silently waiting for someone’s return, full of worry; of a young girl noticing the growing gap, time and again desperately striving; of a young girl silently playing the role of a supportive partner in different matters…

A passing goose leaves its mark.

A human heart is not a stone; it can be warmed.

Unknowingly, the young girl had moved into his heart.

“Jasmine…”

Link took a deep breath and murmured softly.

Jasmine was his sharpening stone as well as his Magic Power.

A faint smile spread across Link’s lips.

His resonance progress with the World’s Will suddenly reached perfection, ready to advance to a Sage at any moment.

An onslaught of insights vied for Link’s attention.

However, he actively grabbed just one of them, while the others had to compete, show their advantage, in order to be accepted by Link.

That one insight he actively grasped was a very simple truth.

Yet Link considered it the most profound and the most difficult to fully comprehend.

A Wizard is also human.

As a human, one has all the passions and desires.

To confront one’s desires, to acknowledge one’s desires, and to be the truest human, that is the way to be the truest Wizard.

Link picked up the portable AI and initiated a video call to Jasmine’s new account.

It didn’t take long for the call to connect.

From the background, Jasmine appeared to be on an aircraft, surrounded by many people.

Wizards from Ravensmouth College, Beast Controlling Wizards from the North Region, some he had seen, others he had not.

Link didn’t care; he only looked at Jasmine and earnestly said, “I miss you too.”

Jasmine fell silent upon hearing this, then surprised, and subsequently joyful.

It was the first time Link had responded to her so directly, right?

“Wait for me to come back.”

Jasmine’s eyes, previously tired from intense exchange studies, suddenly sparkled with infinite vitality.

A kind word can warm three winter months.

To Jasmine, Link’s simple “I miss you too” was more than just a kind word; it was proof.

Proof that Jasmine’s efforts were not one-sided, that her perseverance was not in vain.

Amidst the clamorous crowd, Jasmine forcibly suppressed her excited heart, refraining from immediately pouring out her feelings.

After the call ended, Link stood up, took to the kitchen, and prepared a heartfelt late-night snack, waiting for Jasmine’s return.

At three in the morning, Jasmine hopped through transfer portals, crossing mountains and seas, and returned to the lakeside villa.

Upon entering, she could no longer suppress her emotions and crashed into Link’s arms like a cannonball.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Link’s neck, her legs firmly around his waist, buried her head into his neck, and clung to him desperately.

She deeply wished to merge into Link’s body and never part again.

The thudding sounds began, like war drums.

It was the sound of their hearts pounding crazily in celebration of their reunion.

Blood surged, emotions erupted.

Jasmine fiercely lifted her head, her eyes blurry as she looked at Link and bit down hard on him.

Very hard.

As if she wanted to devour Link.

In that moment, under those circumstances, Link was not to be outdone and bit back just as hard.

You want to eat me, I want to eat you too, right?

A great battle was about to erupt.

They fought intensely, neither willing to yield, earth-shattering, sparks flying, thunder roaring, lightning flashing.

When the storm subsided, and both were content,

Link released the restraint on his resonance progress with the World’s Will and quietly advanced to Sage.

Jasmine, with a mind gone blank, was the sole witness.

She reaped a tiny bit of gain!