The Wizard: Starting by Scamming the Demon God

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The Wizard: Starting by Scamming the Demon God

Author: Rogue Fatty

Summary:

Summary:

This is a magical world, in which many magical powers and races coexist with humans, including demons, evil gods, ancient gods, demons, fairies, and other magical beings. With the power bestowed upon them, humanity gradually ushered in its own era.

Among humanity, a group of crazed gamblers emerged, obsessed with making deals with wondrous beings…

They claimed...

Going all in is a form of wisdom!

They firmly believe...

There is no child who cries every day, and there is no gambler who loses every day!

they are……

Legendary Wizard!

Among the legendary wizards, Isaac is a special case. He doesn't consider himself a gambler. The reason is simple: gambling is not knowing the outcome, while knowing the outcome is investing!

A 1000% success rate, is that gambling?

Chapter 1 Demon Ritual

"Five severed fingers, done; black wizard's robe and hat, done; six white feathers, done; blood of three beasts, done; OK, almost done."

In a dark basement, a boy dressed in a loose wizard's robe was lying on the ground with his big butt sticking out, writing eerie blood-red characters on the ground by the candlelight in his hand.

After a while, the boy stood up, looked at the six-pointed star pattern made of blood-red characters on the ground, and the transparent numbers floating above it, and nodded in satisfaction.

20%

This is the success rate of the ritual, a bit low, but not a big problem. It's not over yet. The boy continues to work in the basement, holding a candle and arranging a bunch of random things in specific positions: there are grotesque devil statues, pitch-black skulls, and black branches and leaves that look like bone spurs...

They were all things that looked extremely sinister, and as the boy placed each item in its designated spot, the numbers on the crimson magic circle slowly began to change.

Finally, when the boy placed the six white wax feathers at the six corners of the blood-red magic circle, the number on the magic circle was set—200%!

"Next, it's time to witness the miracle!"

The boy's lips curled up slightly, then he pulled the wizard's hat from the side and put it on his head. He knelt on one knee in the middle of the blood-red six-pointed star, muttering obscure incantations under his breath.

"##%#=@*，--，#*=，#，...."

As the boy chanted the incantation, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the sealed basement, first extinguishing the candles he used for lighting.

Suddenly, under the cold wind, the white-feathered candle ignited a green flame the size of a soybean. The pale green candlelight shone on the boy, further enhancing his eerie aura!

"call!"

Then, the green flames suddenly expanded, and the six flames intertwined in the air to form a hideous demonic phantom. The demon looked at the boy kneeling on one knee, whose appearance was completely hidden by the brim of the wizard's hat, and listened to the spell that he kept making mistakes. The corners of the demon's mouth turned up slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

The boy ignored this and continued chanting his somewhat flawed incantation.

The spell went wrong for two reasons: first, it was too difficult to pronounce and he wasn't very familiar with it; second, part of the spell itself was wrong, a common trick of demons. Once the ritual failed, the soul of the ritual master would belong to the demon.

However, the boy didn't care much about this, because although there were many mistakes in the incantation, in his eyes, the number that indicated the success rate was still not low—158%!

Soon, when the number dropped to 127%, all the incantations were finished, and the ritual was completely completed!

The demon formed from green flames had a very ugly expression. It glared fiercely at the boy, unable to understand why the ritual had succeeded!

He wanted to punish the boy, but He was just a projection. The boy's ritual not only lacked this ability, but was also of a very low level. Otherwise, He could have bypassed the magic contract and taken forceful action to let this damned boy know what it meant to be wicked!

Unfortunately... now He is experiencing the wickedness of the human heart...

Despite his deep reluctance, the demon obeyed the contract, leaving behind a seed of power before dissipating in the secret chamber.

Throughout the entire ordeal, the boy never revealed his appearance to the demon.

After the demon disappeared, the entire ritual was considered complete, but the most important step was not yet finished!

The boy slowly rose and tremblingly extended his right hand toward a green flame floating in the air. This was the seed of power left behind by the demon, and the final step to becoming a legendary wizard!

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, the boy grabbed it in his hand. Instantly, a large amount of green flames exploded from it, then flowed into his body through his right hand and merged into his spine. Tiny magical fluctuations began to emanate from the boy's body.

The legendary wizard has been made!

"It's done! Hahaha~~ It's done!"

The boy laughed heartily, unable to contain his excitement!

The boy's name is Isaac Solomon. He is a time traveler who inexplicably traveled to this world and became the son of a viscount. Unfortunately, this time traveler not only has to be a son, but also a younger brother.

He was the youngest in the Solomon family, with two older brothers and a third sister. His two older brothers were both very successful, so he was not going to inherit the family business. In fact, being a wealthy man would have been quite a good life.

Although life is certainly not as good as in my previous life, I am still an upper-class person at least.

However, this world is not simple!

This is a fantastic world!

A fantasy world with wizards and knights, possessing supernatural powers!

Isaac's family business is hopeless, but he should at least try to get some superpowers.

Otherwise, wouldn't all that time travel have been for nothing?

Thus, Isaac, who had been frail and sickly since childhood, set his sights on the extraordinary profession of wizard, who wields magic!

In this world, wizards are divided into three categories. The first category is the Wizard of Truth, also known as the Arcane Wizard. They are similar to Isaac's understanding of wizards, gaining power through knowledge and requiring a high level of intelligence. The second category is witches, who are born with powerful magic and special spells, but they have gender restrictions, so they are not suitable for Isaac.

Fortunately, there is a third type—legendary wizards. These wizards have no requirements for qualifications. They obtain the power to master magic from various unknown beings through rituals. Through specific rituals, they can also draw magic power from legends.

The only problem with this path is that most of the acquisition and enhancement of magic and magical power depends on magical rituals, and if a magical ritual fails...

At best, they'll become demons and fall into hell; at worst, their souls will be completely devoured by demons!

Fortunately, Isaac, being a transmigrator, brought some local specialties with him. His "local specialties" was an ability that forcibly increased the probability of success. No matter what he did, as long as the conditions were met, it would be 100% successful for him.

Of course, this is on the premise that there is a possibility of success.

This wizarding ritual, for example, was the only one he had a chance of succeeding from a variety of rituals that he had spent three years selecting.

Thinking about the experiences of being scammed over the years, Isaac sighed heavily, then raised his head and strode out of the basement. No matter how difficult things were before, that was all in the past. Now, he had made it through!

Once he passes through the apprenticeship period, which nurtures the seeds of power, he will become a true wizard!

Of course, even though he's not a true wizard yet, he already possesses the ability to cast spells and has magical power within him. He can try that witchcraft...

Coincidentally, this also serves to verify a theory. A book says that the process of learning and practicing witchcraft can accelerate the development of the seed of power and speed up the transition from apprenticeship.

However, the ritual mentioned in that book is wrong, so it's hard to say whether this theory is valid or not, but it's worth a try, since there's nothing else to do right now.

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Chapter 2 The Cabin in the Woods and the Little Witch in the Woods

However, you need to rest well before practicing witchcraft.

"Uh-huh~"

Stepping out of the basement, Isaac stretched lazily in his bedroom, then took off his wizard robes and hat, collapsed onto the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

In his sleep, faint magical energy emanated from Isaac's spine, silently transforming his body...

"Dong~dong~"

The next day, the morning bells of the village church woke Isaac from his sleep. He struggled to get out of bed, walked to the window, drew back the curtains, raised his right hand to slightly block the sunlight, and surveyed his territory.

Yes, territory.

Although he had no right of inheritance, he was not without anything due to his noble birth. After he became independent from his family, old Solomon still gave him a baronship and a territory, so he could live a life of ease and comfort for the rest of his life.

Although it was called a territory, it was actually just a village of two or three hundred people, a few plots of land, and a small castle. He was more like a landlord than a lord.

He should have been able to receive a larger territory, since the Solomon family was a newly emerging noble family with plenty of land left to be granted, making it easy for them to be granted a baronial title.

But its rise and fall were both due to its emergence.

The Solomon family is gaining momentum and has the potential to challenge for the title of Earl, so it is naturally impossible to divide the territory at this time. After all, it is only by concentrating forces that great things can be accomplished.

However, Isaac had no complaints about this. He never had such thoughts in the first place. Being small had its advantages; at least it was safe. This place was located in the heart of Solomon's territory, which was poor and difficult to attack, giving Isaac enough time to develop.

Isaac understood perfectly well that this was a world of extraordinary beings, where personal strength was more important than anything else. With power, authority would naturally come to you.

What he needs now is a stable environment so he can slowly accumulate strength using his special abilities and survive!

But that's just how it is...

"Tsk tsk~" Looking at his own patch of medicinal fields, Isaac couldn't help but smile. The land here was planted with Silver Moon Grass, one of the main ingredients of Knight's Secret Medicine. The demand was high and the price was also high, so the profit was quite considerable.

Sudden……

"Huh?!" Isaac's pupils contracted. To the left of the castle, there appeared... a woodland?

【Wood Hut: Dedicated to serving all wizards, founded by the great Woodland Wizard, it buys and sells all items and knowledge related to wizards. Where there are wizards, there are woodlands, and where there are woodlands, there is Wood Hut】

Sensing the information that suddenly appeared in his mind, Isaac narrowed his eyes, looked around, and discovered an even stranger place: the woodland had only appeared today, yet strangely no one paid any attention to it.

To be precise, it's not that nobody cared, but rather that the concept of "woodland" was ingrained in their minds, as if it had always been there. This can be seen from the patrol routes of the castle guards. The original location of the woodland was a medicinal field, and they were originally going to go in to inspect it.

The result is that they now patrol the outside of the woodland and then return, and the original medicinal field has also mysteriously disappeared. The loss is considerable, a full third... um?

Suddenly, Isaac's solemn expression relaxed slightly, because after careful observation, he discovered that most of the missing plants were medicinal fields outside his territory, which belonged to the Solomon family and were nominally his elder brother's.

that……

It'll be fine then.

After taking a quick look at the woods, Isaac washed up and changed into his wizard robes, a wizard's hat hanging from his waist. He then pushed open the door and went outside, intending to study the spells first and then go back to the cabin in the woods to see what was going on.

"Young Master Isaac."

Stepping out of the bedroom, an elderly man in a black suit was already waiting. The man's name was Smith Hank, an old man of the Solomon family. Like the ten guards patrolling outside, he had come with him when the family divided.

It was one of the few properties that were given to him as an extra share.

"Is there something you need?" Isaac asked, puzzled. Although Smith was his bodyguard, this was a castle after all, and he didn't need to follow him closely. Moreover, with his knightly rank, even if there were any assassins, he could rush to Isaac's side from any corner of the castle.