Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 193 The End and Departure (Part 1)
boom! boom! boom--!
Colorful lights shot into the air, and with a series of crackling sounds, countless dazzling fireworks bloomed in the night.

Rumble——!
With a deafening roar, an invisible shockwave erupted, rustling the grass and illuminating half the sky.

A giant firework that filled half the sky slowly bloomed!

The city of Stewart, celebrating its harvest, fell silent for a moment under the glow of fireworks, then erupted in cheers of delight.

"So beautiful!"

"It's so beautiful! It's the most beautiful fireworks I've ever seen in my life!"

"I heard it was specially commissioned by the city lord and cost over a hundred gold coins!"

……

In the bustling city, a dark-skinned youth dressed lightly with a magnificent cross-shaped longsword at his waist paused, looking up at the dazzling fireworks.

The stirring songs echoed in his ears, the surging drumbeats shook his heart, the crowd cheered wildly, clowns distributed all kinds of gifts, and dancers swayed their bellies... everything was so lively.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, the dark-skinned boy walked slowly, surrounded by all sorts of noise, yet seemingly so far away from him.

The dark-skinned boy touched the 'secondary stand puppet' in his arms, but the image of the clown in the suit flashed through his mind.

"Yaro, I am very grateful for everything you have done for the academy. Thank you for breaking the trend of decline of the academy with your firm will and extraordinary strength."

"You've already sacrificed so much, how can I let you waste your life-saving resources?"

A body from the future?

What an amazing spell!
It truly lives up to its reputation as a creation of a level three wizard; none of those wizards noticed its flaws.

Yaro looked at his dark skin and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The power of the abyss hasn't subsided yet, and I don't have the money to buy a 'purification potion'—this is truly a troublesome matter!

Yaro had used up all his gold coins, let alone magic stones.

Fortunately, he also knows alchemy, and the things he makes should be able to be sold for money.

A richly dressed young man passed by, and a glint of light flashed in Yaro's eyes. He quickly called out, "Brother, wait a minute, I have a treasure here!"

……

Within the chaotic spatial interlayer, a small, alien space drifted aimlessly.

The sweltering heat in the air had not yet subsided when a deep voice kept repeating, "It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't be like this... why did this happen!"

The voice roared madly: "I have defeated Bosco, and I will soon have real control of the academy!"

"Why! Why is this happening!"

"How was Yaro able to break through Alice's encirclement?"

"Alice is a piece of trash, a complete waste!"

"And Tides! Why did you kick the council hall out of the academy space cluster?!"

Why did you do this?!

"If it weren't for that, how could I have gotten hurt!"

A hoarse old woman's voice suddenly rang out. She said coldly, "Only the incompetent bark like this. Instead of wasting your energy cursing here, you should think of ways to help more people regain their senses." *Slap!*
The sphere of light lit up, breaking through the pitch-black space.

This is a cramped spherical space where fine gravel gradually drifts. Various strange and bizarre creatures hide among the floating debris, whispering to each other. Tentacles and severed limbs intertwine haphazardly, creating a horrifying scene of chaotic demonic dance.

The light emanated from an eyeball, beneath which tentacles intertwined, forming a rough human shape, from which came the hoarse voice of an old woman:

"Besides you, there were a total of fifty-three people, forty-two of whom died directly."

"Only eleven wizards who underwent the bizarre rituals can be considered alive."

"Five of them are still rational, while the consciousness of the other six has fallen into chaos. If we don't awaken their consciousness, they will continue to attack us."

In the center of the space, Anthony was still in his normal human form, but his magnificent wizard robes were gone, and the various rings he had worn on his fingers had also disappeared.

It's clear that he suffered heavy losses, but compared to others, his condition is already quite good.

After all—of all the wizards, he was the only one who was truly alive.

With such strength, it's no wonder he dared to launch a direct challenge against Bosco.

However, his mental state at the moment was far from good.

Everything changed too quickly. One moment he was a 'god' in the academy, and the next he was in such a predicament.

The difference between the two is beyond description, let alone the sense of disappointment he felt.

Ignoring the old woman's advice, Anthony continued to manipulate the last ring in his hand, the Owl Academy's signet ring, muttering to himself:

"Yarlo! It's all Arlo's fault! He not only killed Alice, but he also wants to kill us all! I'm going to send a message to the Heart of the Jungle!"

His expression twisted even more, as he frantically poured magic into the ring, roaring, "Yarro! I want him—dead!"

The twisted humanoid figure emitted the old woman's cold laughter: "Anthony, even now, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"The real mastermind is that old relic, Tides! He must have invoked the power of prophecy to push us to where we are now!"

"Secondly, it should be Bosco. Bosco is the executor! Even the spells this kid used and those strange alchemical tools he used must have been prepared by Bosco!"

"He's going to die, so he's planning to eliminate us all!"

"If it weren't for them, how could a kid who's only been in school for a year have such abilities? How could he possibly command Tedes?"

If Tedes and Bosco knew what they were thinking, they would surely cry foul.

If Tedes could predict things to this extent, how could the Owl Academy have almost been wiped out hundreds of years ago?

Bosco was even more wronged; he could say he never taught Yaro anything. Everything Yaro knew was something he figured out on his own.

However, based on common sense, this is the most reasonable scenario.

However—if Bosco knew what they were thinking, he might be very willing to take the blame.

Although the old woman's words were not entirely correct, they finally awakened Anthony's reason. He raised his head, suppressing the boiling anger in his heart, and asked in a restrained manner, "Lysa, what do you suggest we do?"

“Stop sending messages to the Jungle House. Don’t let Tides and Bosco know we’re still alive,” the hoarse old woman’s voice, emanating from the twisted humanoid figure, revealed an uncontrollable ferocity, yet her words were unusually calm. “We must wake the others as soon as possible, and then figure out a way to escape from here. As for everything else—we’ll talk about it after we get out!”

(End of this chapter)