Wizard: I can refine everything - Chapter 647

My name is Barr, a professor of archaeology at Miner University, and my research direction is ancient history before the Cataclysm.

It is rumored that scholars who study the Cataclysm often encounter some strange things, see some incredible scenes, and encounter some incredible attacks. And the news about the death or disappearance of my colleagues has fueled these rumors.

In the past, I always laughed at this.

The Cataclysm is an unpopular direction, and people always put a mysterious veil on unfamiliar things. Coupled with the hype of those unscrupulous tabloids, a cursed subject that whoever touches it will die has emerged.

But today, I have to put down the confidence brought to me by my education and face a reality.

Perhaps, the rumors about the Cataclysm are true.

“Hu-hu-hu-hu-“

I panted and hid in a depression at the bottom of the hillside, trying my best to keep my body from being exposed.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, and thunder streaked across the sky from time to time. Amid the rumbling thunder, a low-frequency weird scream was particularly terrifying.

“Damn it!”

When I heard this scream, I knew that the monster was still chasing me. But I no longer had the ability to run.

I looked at my left leg. On the Achilles tendon of my calf, three neat wounds that looked like knife cuts were constantly oozing light blue blood. And on the thigh of my other leg, the same wound was also bleeding.

These wounds came from the same creature.

I clearly remember that the monster rushed out of the ruins and pounced on us like a snow wolf in the snowfield. Although the guards opened fire in time, their small-caliber bullets hit him like a joke, and all lost kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

The guard who opened fire was killed first, followed by my colleague. I was unable to witness the opening of the ruins because of diarrhea, so I escaped, and was only scratched by the airflow brought by the creature’s claws.

Buzz!

The sound appeared again, this time without the cover of thunder, the low-frequency weird cry was particularly obvious.

“God, please bless me to live. If I can go back alive, I will definitely join the church and become your most pious lamb.”

I prayed frantically in my heart, almost asking all the gods I knew. But the sound was getting closer and closer to me.

Buzz!

I could feel that the owner of the sound was only fifty meters away from me, not thirty meters.

Did he find me?

But soon, the sound sounded again. This time, the sound was obviously farther away from my position.

“Escaped?”

I could feel my heart pounding, but fortunately there was a big drum beating in my chest.

After a long time, the heavy rain that had been brewing for a long time finally fell, and I was relieved because I couldn’t hear the monster’s voice.

In an instant, fatigue and pain like a tide surged into my brain, making me almost groan. I touched my forehead, and the scorching temperature scared me.

With my experience, I immediately began to move my body. Because I knew that if I let the injury continue like this, I would crawl to seek help when the rain stopped.

But when I struggled to stand up from the depression on the hillside.

That haunting voice sounded again.

This time, his voice was behind me…!

I turned around suddenly, and the next moment my body flew out. A huge force like a battering ram hit my chest heavily, and the crackling sound of broken bones rushed into my ears along with the sound of the wind.

Bang!

My body hit a bush and then slid back a few meters.

But to my surprise, I was still alive.

My chest was not torn open by the monster’s claws, and my heart was not taken out by him.

I struggled to stand up and pulled out the knife I used for eating from my waist. Although I knew it was useless, it would at least allow me to die with dignity.

But when I stood up, I saw that the monster was standing there, roaring at me again and again.

He seemed to be afraid of something.

I looked at my chest, and a touch of red appeared from my torn clothes. It was a dark red leather scroll, which I bought at a local antique shop after an archaeological work.

The boss told me that it was an amulet before the Great Cataclysm, but I can be sure that it was not an amulet. The pattern on it and the blackened text were definitely not an amulet.

After that, I studied this leather scroll for a long time, but did not find its source. Instead, I found that its material was amazing, even enough to withstand the impact of bullets. For this reason, I glued it to my clothes as a bulletproof lining.

But I never thought that this leather scroll could even block the monster’s claws.

“Opportunity!”

Accompanied by a flash of lightning, an idea flashed through my mind.

I watched the monster slowly retreat, and the monster had no intention of chasing. But soon, the low temperature brought by the heavy rain and the sequelae of blood loss made my vision blurry.

Before I fell, I seemed to hear a voice.

“Target found, 1.5 level flesh type alien target…”

“Received… Start the burning team.”

The moment my eyelids closed, I saw a warm flame.

…

“Want to trade? You help me open the door, and I will help you fulfill your wish.”

In the dream, Bal felt that there was a voice in his ear constantly communicating with him. But the voice seemed to be far away from him, and he could not hear it clearly, only a few intermittent words.

“Trade, what trade?” Bal said in a daze. And when he finished speaking, the next moment, a shake pulled him out of the dream.

Bal opened his eyes and looked at the person standing next to him in a daze.

This seemed to be a soldier. He was wearing an iron-gray coat and a hat with a front brim on his head. The soldier had a handsome face, four eyes that looked bright and energetic, and under his hat was a head of thick black hair.

This seemed to be a woman.

“Bal Steger, 37 years old, professor of archaeology at Minel University, research direction is the lost history of the Cataclysm. Half a month ago, you joined an expedition team to explore the ruins of the Ukru Dynasty and assisted them in the exploration as an archaeological consultant.”

As she said, the woman looked into Bal’s eyes and asked.

“Is what I said wrong?”

“No problem, but who are you and where am I? That monster…”

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“Professor, before I answer your question, you have to satisfy my doubts first.” The woman interrupted coldly, “I noticed that you were talking about trading just now. Please describe to me in detail what you saw in your dream.”

Baer was a little confused by this question, but after the woman asked the question, she seemed to have become a different person, making him tremble unconsciously all over his body.

“I didn’t encounter anything, I just heard someone saying something in my ear, but I couldn’t hear it clearly. I could only hear the word trading.”

“That’s all?”

“I swear, that’s all.”

The woman nodded, stood up, took out a communicator, and said a few words.

Then, she looked at Bal and said with a serious expression: “Professor Bal, I regret to inform you that you cannot leave here until your review is over. But because of this, I can answer you a few simple questions.

You are now in a logistics hospital under the Control Bureau. And I am a specialist of the Control Bureau’s K-3 base. You can call me Specialist K.

The monster you encountered is called the Wind Beast, a creature from another world. But you don’t need to care about it now, because it is insignificant.”

“Then what should I care about?” Bal asked subconsciously.

“Care about the voice in your dream.” Specialist K said seriously, “If you can still hear that voice, be sure to report to me. This is related to whether you can return to normal life in the future.”

“Return to normal creatures? What do you mean by this!”

Baer was a little excited, and an unknown fear gripped his heart, making him shout loudly involuntarily. But Specialist K did not answer, but called two nurses to inject him with a unit of tranquilizer.

…

[Item Number: 1275]

[Item Level: X]

[Containment Procedures: A lanthanum metal safe with a thickness of no less than ten millimeters. Outside of experiments, any administrative specialist below level four and any action specialist below level three are prohibited from touching it. ]

[Item Description: 1275 is a dark red leather scroll with a length of thirty centimeters and a width of twenty centimeters. Four sentences of varying lengths are written on the scroll in unknown text – 1275-1, and the edges are decorated with patterns – 1275-2.

The specific meaning of 1275-1 is translated as follows: ████, ████. ████, ██████████, ████████████.

Note: This text does not need to be translated. Any creature with an intelligence of more than sixty can understand the meaning of the sentence without any obstacles. ]

Appendix: 12/3/50██

After microscopic observation, 1275-2 was found to be not a simple pattern, but a supplementary explanation and restriction for 1275-2.

Addendum: 21/4/50██

After testing, the material of item 1275 is tougher than all existing materials. Item 111, Item 231, and Item 214 are unable to destroy it. With the permission of the Level 5 Specialist, Item 001 observed the item and concluded that the material of item 1275 is ███████.

Addendum: 21/4/50██

The date is unknown, and the number of 1275 found has risen to 21. It is currently impossible to confirm whether this number is the final number of 1275.

Looking at the records in the file, Specialist K rubbed his brows with a headache.

On his desk are several photos of the discovery of Barr and the leather scroll that saved Barr from death. The paint used to paint the black text on the scroll has been cleaned. Although the text on the scroll is unfamiliar, anyone with normal intelligence can understand its meaning.

“Proactively convey the intention of the transaction… Is this a mutation of the project, or is it a special condition?”

Specialist K looked at the leather scroll on the table, his brows full of gloom.

She has been dealing with Project 1275 for ten years. During these ten years, she has been collecting Project 1275 from all over the world. During this period, Project 1275 has never shown any abnormality. But she has always known that this stability is most likely just an appearance.

Project level X means the danger level of this project is unknown. It may be harmless or may cause a world-destroying disaster.

“…It’s a troubled time.”

Specialist K sighed and put the information of Project 1275 into the information bag, preparing to put it back into the safe. But the moment he opened the safe…the ground suddenly shook.