Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 44 God and Man

Nicole, soaring through the air, accompanied by countless dazzling orbs of light that drifted and moved about, appeared like a deity in the eyes of the crowd.

Next comes—the wrath of the gods!
Countless colorful threads converged to form a dappled sea of ​​light, sweeping across the cargo ship's deck.

Soft, colorful rays drifted gently past Yaro's eyes, and he suddenly thought of the colorful beams his mother had emitted when he 'fought' her a month ago.

So, that encounter—was it just his mother playing with him?
Just like some children in a past life, after learning Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for two days, they were eager to "spar" with their parents. After the child used all their strength, the parents finally "fell to the ground" and exaggeratedly gave a thumbs up, praising, "Baby, you're great!"
As the light faded, the dense group of pirates vanished without a trace, leaving only a pile of soft, bloody flesh.

A sea breeze blew, raising a thick red fog, and a strong, pungent stench instantly filled the deck.

Before Nicole could stop moving, the shimmering orb of light was quickly drawn into her hand, and a dazzling spear gradually materialized.

"go with!"

boom--!
A flash of light, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the seawater surged skyward!

"you……"

Yaro vaguely heard the pirate captain's incredulous voice.

Crash, crackle...!
Seawater cascaded down, the mixed debris of wood pounding against the deck with a continuous sound, and thick sewage flowed haphazardly, washing over all the trainees and leaving countless tiny bits of flesh on their bodies.

The waves crashed against it, but failed to shake the cargo ship that had broken through countless giant waves.

Finally—it's over.

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 765 skill experience points.]

[Ding! Defeat the enemy and gain 962 skill experience points with the uppercut]

……

[Converted into personal experience, personal experience points increased by 5132]

[Remaining skill points: 3]

[Personal Level: LV16: 7073/20000]

……

More than 5,000 experience points?

not bad.

Bang!

The knight's longsword fell limply to the ground, and Yaro landed hard on his backside.

This seemed to trigger a chain reaction, and a series of sounds of weapons falling to the ground quickly followed.

Everyone on the deck, including Yarrow, sat down listlessly, staring blankly at the sky.

They... were looking at God.

They were both grateful for their survival and looking forward to a bright future.

So this is what a formal wizard is!

God... descended.

An invisible wave of air pushed aside the sewage on the ground, and the dark brown sewage rippled in circles. Nicole, dressed in a mysterious black robe, looked indifferently at the remaining students.

"Congratulations, you have passed the death test."

A death assessment?

Death—the test?

Doubt, anger, hatred, relief...

Countless complex emotions violently impacted the hearts of the remaining trainees.

But—no one dared to speak.

Because the pirate ship, now split in two, is still slowly sinking.

Because the pirates' filthy blood is still flowing.

Because—they are still alive.

The dead do not complain.

Living people have neither the need nor the courage to complain.

"Now, I will tell you a truth about the wizarding world."

"The principle of equivalent exchange!"

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in the wizarding world! Even if you are qualified, what have you contributed to pay the fare?"

Everyone listened in silence.

Shipping costs?

Did you mention needing payment for the ship?
"Don't worry, you've passed the death test, which means you've paid the fare."

"And this is the first investment the Jungle House has made for you." Yaro knew that these were the words his mother had been required to say when she received the mission, but hearing them again still felt incredibly absurd.

You... call transportation after being deceived an investment?
"The wizarding world is exceptionally dangerous. The jungle home, guarding eighteen continents and countless islands, has no extra resources for you to waste!"

"..."

"We must ensure that every resource is used on the elite so that we have enough strength to protect the world!"

Nicole's speech was very moving, but Yaro inexplicably thought of a scholar from his past life, so he tried to come up with a passage in his own words.

'I listened from beginning to end, then thought back to the beginning, over and over again, and finally gleaned two words from between the lines—cannibalism.'

They want enough wizards to serve the Jungle House, but they're too lazy to put in the effort and resources to carefully cultivate them.

How to do it?

Raise the banner of "For the World," shout out inspiring slogans, then drop a few baits to let them kill each other, using the method of raising poisonous insects to select the elite.

Finally, grab these exceptional elites, shed a few crocodile tears, and feign sadness as they recount the scarcity of resources.

Are there really fools who believed that?
Then go work for Jungle House for the rest of your life!

What if they don't want to?

Oh, so you're one of us. Then you must understand why the apprenticeship stage is so brutal, right?
See—isn't this a win-win situation?
Congratulations, congratulations!
"Alright, let Desi tell you what to do next."

Nicole maintained her indifferent expression and turned to Yaro: "Come with me."

Yaro bowed his head humbly: "Yes, Your Excellency Wizard."

The tall sailors opened the door and came out, skillfully washing the deck.

Yaro silently followed his mother into a luxurious room.

"Alright, the recording array can't detect this place. Yaro, turn around, I'll treat your back."

Upon hearing Nicole's words, Yaro finally felt the intense pain in his back. He didn't refuse and obediently nodded, saying, "Yes, Mother."

A warm sensation came from the wound on her back, and the pain gradually subsided. Nicole suddenly spoke up: "Yarlo, are you blaming your mother for bringing in such a strong enemy?"

Nicole set up a stage for Yaro, not a normal death test, so the enemies she attracted naturally only considered Yaro's performance, rather than comparing it to the students' strength.

A saint is someone who demands selflessness from others, while a hypocrite demands that others be selfless.

Yaro didn't consider himself a saint, much less a sanctimonious hypocrite, so he shook his head and said, "No."

"Regardless of whether the enemy is strong or weak, the passing criteria for the assessment have already been set."

"Too weak, there will be other dangers to deal with later. If too strong, Mother, you can take action directly."

"As long as you know."

A black cat, carrying a dark, round ball in its mouth, jumped in through the window.

pat.

The sphere was casually spat onto the ground. The black cat glared at Yaro with its vertical pupils and coldly questioned, "Then why did you make a move in the end!"

"Did you know that the move you made at that time would affect your final score!"

"Because you—are not rational enough!"

Will it affect the final score?
Upon hearing this, Yaro couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but then he thought of the few students who ultimately survived, and felt a strange sense of relief.

Yarrow never considered himself a saint.

Because he can feel pain, laugh, scream, and... be sad!
They are not tactful enough in their actions, and sometimes they focus on the beginning but not the end.

He needs to use the toilet, gets hungry when he sees delicious food, has evil thoughts when he sees good things, likes to show off in front of others, and is afraid of death.

After all—in his previous life, he was just an ordinary person.

In his previous life, didn't he often hear about wars in foreign countries, how many people died, and how many people became homeless?

Did he ever care in his past life?

He's still eating and drinking as usual, and playing games with a carefree attitude.

He even went so far as to log onto the website and leave a 'Pah!' when he heard that other countries were forcing his country to take in refugees.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary citizen. He wouldn't have become a saint who lived for the sake of all people just because he transmigrated.

But even so, he would still get angry at videos of animal cruelty online, and feel indignant about the innocent children who died among the refugees.

After all, he was just a person, an ordinary adult with some compassion and fixed values.

and so--

If you're going to conduct trials and kill innocent children, can you please not be so bloody?
Can you please not be so cruel?

Can you please not kill in front of me!

I don't know, I didn't see it, I'll just sigh a bit at most.

But when such a bloody scene directly hits my eyes, if I don't offer some help when I have the chance, how can I be at peace with myself?

(End of this chapter)