Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 260, Chapter 255: The Crescent Moon Appears
Even though the magic spell had stopped, the abyssal power on the golden armor still lingered, a thin, pale gray mist that drifted and shimmered, covering the bright golden armor with a strange, eerie light.

The etched phoenix relief floated eerily in the gray-black mist. Although it was just a fixed pattern, it inexplicably seemed to have a real life, like a real fire phoenix, floating, spinning, and crying in the clouds formed by the power of the abyss.

With bloodshot eyes, Yaro stood silently to the side, quietly watching the golden armor surrounded by black clouds.

At this moment, his entire body was resisting.

It's like sitting still for too long, causing all your joints to rust.

It's like you've been asleep for too long, and all your muscles are sore and swollen.

It's more like I've inexplicably developed ADHD; I have an intense, intense urge to jump and release my emotions!

This is only the physical aspect; his inner self is also in constant turmoil!

It's like having a beloved item destroyed.

Another example is the sudden death of a close relative or friend.

Like so many moments of despair!

Repression, irritability, bloodlust, rage!
A barrage of negative emotions ravaged his reason.

He desperately wanted to destroy everything!
A pair of deep eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light as they looked intently at Yaro.

That was the gaze of the Black Flame Phoenix.

The golden armor seemed to move yet remain still, like a phantom of a bright moon immersed in clear water, or a mirage in a hazy halo under the blazing sun.

Yaro suddenly understood the meaning contained in those eyes.

"This world...is corrupt!"

The sound was somewhat ethereal and dreamlike, yet strangely real.

Like the tender whispers of lovers, or the seductive allure of the devil tempting the heart.

"Master, put on me—let's wash!"

He could sense the bloodthirsty intent emanating from the gleaming Phoenix Armor.

However, it was so docile towards me, like a fierce hunting dog wagging its tail incessantly, as if hoping that I would give it a bloody bone.

--Do not!

It despises the present glory; it wants to be stained with blood!

It would be even better if there were rich, fresh blood to dye its bright body a mixture of black and red.

Despite his aching and swollen body and his turbulent inner turmoil, Yaro, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly smiled.

"Active magic armor, very good, excellent!"

This Phoenix Armor was a pleasant surprise for Yaro!
I don't know if it's because my refining skills have become too proficient, or because my mastery of magic has become increasingly advanced.

The fact that the Golden Phoenix Armor is still absorbing the power of the abyss shows that, relying on the extraordinary metals embedded within it, it can activate the Demon Strike Technique even without Yaro activating the 'Abyss Contract Technique'!

Even if you just randomly put in any other ordinary person, it might be able to start.

However, it is newborn, just like a newborn baby, and it cannot even control its own body. At this time, even if it can use ordinary mortals to activate magic, it does not know how to use the various striped structures on it, nor does it know when to activate which parts of the stripes to unleash powerful force.

If Yaro wears it, fights with it constantly, and lets it drink blood continuously, it will one day be able to record and become familiar with the use of magic.

but--

"I do not need!"

Yaro shook his head regretfully and took out a vial from his pocket.

"If I want power, I'll train myself. I can modify and improve my magic myself. As for something like you that has negative effects—"

"I don't like it!"

The consciousness of the Demon Phoenix Armor comes from the 'Abyss Contract Technique' activated by Yaro. If it is kept in its current state, it will continue to drain Yaro's energy, and he will have to constantly resist the influence of the abyss power on his own consciousness.

"grumble!"

The nascent consciousness was ignorant and confused, but it could sense the threat posed by the potion in Yaro's hand. It cried out in fear, its voice as clear as a newly hatched chick, but it could not put up any resistance and could only let the potion, which emitted a faint glow, be poured onto the pattern of the fire phoenix.

"Chiji..."

As the gray fog gradually dissipated, the rage in Yaro's mind also subsided.

Once the purification potion was completely poured out, the clear phoenix pattern had faded, and the entire golden armor looked exceptionally bright and shiny. Only by looking back and forth, or getting very close, could one barely discern some indistinct small grooves on the chest of this golden armor.

"The remaining abyssal power within my body cannot be delayed any longer!"

The reason why Yaro didn't use the potion as soon as he bought it was because he wanted to use his dark skin to cover his appearance. He never expected that modifying his golden armor would cause such a big accident.

Ignoring the golden armor, he took out another potion and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Bang bang bang!"

My heart was racing faster and faster, and I felt like I had a blockage in my chest that I couldn't breathe out. My muscles were twitching all over, as if they were connected by threads that were being pulled outwards.

"Not enough, not enough!"

"The power of the abyss has lingered for too long; its roots have already merged into my body!"

"continue!"

Two!

Three!
After taking the third dose, Yaro suddenly started breathing heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, and his cheeks heaving.

puff--!
A ball of black and red yarn had appeared on the ground!

After only a brief contact with the air, each of the thin lines sprouted a single eye at its tip, resembling tiny venomous snakes that began to flick their tongues!
"Cough, cough, cough!"

Yaro coughed weakly, but his expression was relaxed, and his eyes were clear and bright!

"Heat Melting Technique!"

He quickly used his familiar magic trick, and before the silken snakes could disperse, he had already burned them to ashes!

Feeling a sense of ease in his mind, Yaro closed his eyes contentedly.

"The power of the abyss is finally gone! This feeling of normalcy is so wonderful!"

After a short while, the intense feeling of difference gradually subsided, and Yaro slowly opened his eyes. He glanced at the test tubes on the ground, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

"I've used up four purification potions, which cost twenty-four magic stones! And I only have one left."

but--

Thanks to Harvey's cooperation, all the magic stones that had been reserved were saved, and Yaro was not without the funds to buy more potions.

"I'll prepare four more later, five will be enough to keep on hand. I'll use the remaining magic stones to see if I can learn to refine them myself." With that thought, Yaro activated the Knight's Breathing Technique. As he inhaled deeply, warm currents gradually flowed into his withered body, his tense muscles gradually relaxed, his body fat was continuously consumed, and power once again filled his entire body.

After getting up again, Yaro began to do the follow-up work.

Incinerate the residue, shut down the workbench, organize the equipment, and store the unburnable debris into your spatial ring...

One by one, item by item, they gradually restored the small alchemy room to its original state.

Maintaining mystery is essential to gaining authority. Even though he didn't care about the process of making the lead-iron heavy armor, Yaro didn't want to completely expose his alchemical skills.

Then, he removed his heavy soldier's armor and, with the help of the magic hand, put on a dazzling golden armor that still emitted a little warmth.

He put the removed heavy armor into his spatial ring, then took out the Fiery Greatsword and put all the high-quality molten fire stones he had extorted into it.

Looking at the crystal greatsword, now a vibrant red, Yaro couldn't help but sigh, "The value of these fifteen high-quality firestones alone exceeds forty magic stones! If we add other materials, even with a slightly lower price, it would definitely be around one hundred magic stones!"

However, Yaro didn't just call out this price for no reason. For example, the Fiery Greatsword in its full condition requires eighteen high-quality molten stones, but Yaro only had Harvey bring him fifteen.

Yaro deliberately kept the overall value around one hundred magic stones.

One hundred magic stones was indeed a large sum for Yaro at this time, but Harvey had been selling imitation heavy armor for so long, with each set of heavy armor costing only a dozen or so magic stones. He had already made a fortune by leveraging Yaro's name.

Yaro considered that replicating the heavy armor would also incur costs, and that he wasn't the only one doing this; he was just unlucky to have encountered it. That's why he only accepted a 'representative fee' of one hundred magic stones.

Perhaps it was precisely because the price was within his acceptable range that Harvey did not harbor any disloyal intentions and instead obediently gave up the alchemy room.

"The armor is modified, the Fiery Greatsword will soon be back to full strength, and the abyssal power in my body has been basically cleared away. I'll go to the apothecary to buy a few purification potions later, and then I can go back!"

With all his burdens lifted, Yaro, feeling carefree, just wanted to return to Perrin Castle as soon as possible, enjoy a good meal of dumplings, and get a good night's sleep!
"Speaking of which, the New Year should be coming soon, right? Perfect timing to have a comfortable and happy New Year!"

……

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Yaro, eager to return home, did not linger. With Harvey bowing and scraping as he saw him off, he quickly left the alchemy shop, bought the potion, and headed for the stables.

However, a panting tail had appeared behind him at some point.

"Hey! Wait for me! How many magic stones would you sell that Yaro's War Sword for? It's so beautiful, it looks just like the real thing!"

Yaro stopped and turned back helplessly, saying, "Ian, didn't you have something to do? What are you doing following me?"

Ian leaned against the wall, panting and resting for a moment before straightening up and grinning, "I originally wanted to buy a knight-level slave as a trainer to train knights, but knight slaves are too expensive, so I'm going home to collect some magic stones first."

"correct!"

Ian slapped his forehead, realizing, "I almost forgot."

As he spoke, he rummaged in his pocket and quickly pulled out a honeycomb-shaped grayish-white stone, which he then handed to Yaro.

"Here you go, this was originally meant for you."

Yaroko hadn't forgotten their previous duel. He glanced around, casually took the stone, and whispered as he approached, "I have some personal matters to attend to, so I won't go with you. You should go back first."

Ian surprisingly responded in a low voice, "You don't need to pay attention to them. There are many secret passages in the market, which can be opened with just one magic stone. Forget about that deer cart, I'll take you away."

Although he knew Ian meant well, Yaro simply smiled, ignored him, and strode away.

Walk back through the wind and snow?
How will we explain this to Bai Lu then?
not to mention--

"Battle experience is invaluable!"

Although the power of the abyss was cleansed, his memories were not erased; the consciousness of destruction still left a few remnants in his heart.

Since a punching bag was delivered to his door for adjustment, how could he possibly let it go!

Still carrying his cloth bag, with the various utensils inside clattering and making crisp sounds, Yaro swaggered through the city, standing out conspicuously among a group of passersby dressed in dark robes and trying to appear mysterious.

After handing over the wooden plaque and placing various odds and ends in the deer cart, Yaro drove the deer out.

Using his cat-like fist technique, Yaro could vaguely sense subtle tremors around him.

—Someone came as promised!

Yaro looked around, his eyes flashing with a cold chill.

"I wonder... how many 'hospitable friends' will come?"

The cold north felt like a sharp blade on Yaro's face. He took a deep breath of the cold air to calm himself down and began to summarize his preparations for the battle.

"Strategically, one can despise the enemy, but tactically, one must take the enemy seriously. This is the battle philosophy of a war god."

If you can't figure it out, why can't you learn it?

"So, what is your purpose in this battle?"

The main purpose is to interrupt other people's greed!
"Therefore, we must fight beautifully and decisively, without dragging things out!"

What is the battle strategy?

Yaro surveyed the surroundings. The Mannheim market was located in a strange, dense forest, an environment perfect for infiltration and making it difficult to detect how many people were following him.

"We must find an open space to prevent being ambushed and losing the initiative!"

You get to choose where you fight!
"drive!"

Yaro kept urging the elk to maintain a semi-charge state and change direction from time to time to distract the followers and prevent them from having a good chance to attack. At the same time, he was also preventing them from predicting his direction and setting up an ambush ahead.

Even if the patrolmen in the market explain that fighting is prohibited within a ten-mile radius of the market, will everyone else obey?

Once you leave the market area, you are always at risk of being attacked!

However, the chances of being attacked are relatively small when you are around the market, but the further you go in, the greater the chances of being attacked!

Yaro narrowed his eyes, constantly surveying his surroundings.

As we get further away from the market, the chances of being attacked increase, so we must find a suitable place to fight as soon as possible!

Suddenly, a lake in the forest flashed past Yaro's sight, and right around the lake was a clearing of sufficient size!

found it!
"go there!"

When the cart came to a stop, the two deer knelt down, panting, in the cold, white snow.

They were exhausted from running all the way.

"Run! Keep running! What? You can't run anymore?"

A mocking laugh echoed from the jungle.

Yaro jumped off the deer cart and stared expressionlessly at the several dark figures that were gradually emerging from the jungle.

It got dark.

The moon should appear soon!
(End of this chapter)