Wizard: Scamming a Demon God

Chapter 157: Chapter 133: The Mad Warlock Coven

The Void Wormhole can open a Phase Space, store items, deflect attacks, and even be used for Space Teleportation. It’s a comprehensive spatial ability. The only drawback is that its teleportation is only suited for long distances. The long wind-up and recovery times make it practically useless in actual combat.

This was the power Isaac had gained after two rituals. While it was still a far cry from the ultimate form he envisioned, it had already greatly improved his combat style. At the very least, his defenses were now shored up.

Deflecting attacks via Phase Space was a top-tier technique even among Grand Wizards. This new tool in his arsenal would serve Isaac well for some time.

As for Spatial Movement in combat, that was out of the question. He’d need a different Deity for that; it wasn’t the Void Worm’s specialty. He would just have to take his time and find one.

Next, Isaac performed the ritual for the Master of Billions of Flesh. Unfortunately, the forced summoning failed, and he wasn’t able to trade with the entity in its sleep either. The ritual still needed some adjustments.

Fortunately, the materials weren’t heavily consumed if a transaction failed, so he had plenty of room for trial and error.

Of course, the most important thing was that he wouldn’t be giving any freebies to the Master of Billions of Flesh!

He could take a loss, but he would never aid the enemy!

A few more days passed like this. Just as Isaac’s progress on his forced summoning plan hit a wall, a long-unseen Magic Book flew up to him while he was recording experimental data.

Staring at the Magic Book, Isaac was suddenly struck by a sense of nostalgia. ’So it’s that time again...’

The Mad Witch Association. It was a very loose Wizard Organization he had joined after his deal with the Master of Billions of Flesh. Even the monthly meetings were optional. He had once held high hopes for it, eager to trade for valuable items with the other Mad Witches.

’After all, they’re Wizards who dare to make deals with Outer Gods. How could they not have anything valuable?’

Turns out, they really didn’t.

After his hopes were dashed a few times, Isaac gave up on them. ’Damn, they’re even poorer than I am!’

’Just who is supposed to be helping who here?’

So, he had stopped attending the Mad Witch gatherings. Among Tier One Mages, very, very few had anything that could help him.

But this time...

...was different. Isaac took the hovering Magic Book and walked to a corner of his laboratory. The Mad Witch Association had two kinds of gatherings. One was the monthly meeting for Wizards of the same rank, which was pointless. The weaker Mad Witches died off ridiculously fast, replaced by a new crop every other day.

Besides, most of them were paupers. After all, what sensible person would seek out an Outer God to make a deal?

Only the truly desperate, with no other options, would risk dealing with an Outer God for a slim chance at survival. Those like Isaac, who actively sought them out, were a rare breed.

But this current one was different. This was the annual gathering, which wasn’t segregated by rank. That meant it was open to everyone, from Tier One at the bottom to... well, there was no upper limit. After all, Wizard Levels from Tier Four and above were not publicly disclosed. If you could find out on your own, that was your business, but it would never be announced in a public setting.

So, the value of this gathering was much higher. Of course, the most important thing was that this gathering was a massive platform for exchanging technology and resources!

Compared to that, the technical discussions Isaac had initially been interested in paled in comparison.

Through his recent research, Isaac had come to deeply understand the unique nature of Wizards. Wizards weren’t like the Cultivators in novels; they didn’t share a common ”Dao.” There would be no grandmaster giving a lecture that would cause all the small fries in the audience to have a sudden epiphany.

This was rigorous academic research. If their fields didn’t align, even a High-level Mage might not be able to solve an Official Wizard’s problem. Besides, if he had academic questions, he’d be better off asking within his Sect rather than hoping for answers from the Mad Witch Association. The connections there were far more reliable.

But technology and resources were a different story. Just a few scraps trickling down from the powerhouses above would be more than enough to satisfy him—especially the technology!

Besides, everyone here was a Mad Witch. No one would look down on him for researching Outer God transaction rituals. He might even be able to buy some—or even snag a few for free!

’This is... so damn cool!’

Beyond that, there was someone Isaac needed to find. He had not forgotten his father’s words: the High-level Mage who had cursed his mother was a Mad Witch!

The power of Solomon was considerable, and their intelligence network was outstanding, yet they still hadn’t been able to find the man.

Therefore, if he wanted to find him, his only hope right now was the Mad Witch Association!

Unfortunately, codenames in the Mad Witch Association couldn’t be changed, or he would have definitely picked a new one. Confidence was one thing, but the codename ”Solomon” made it too easy to expose his identity. Whether his target had grown stronger or hadn’t improved at all, as long as the man had any memory of the past, the name ”Solomon” would definitely tip him off!

Of course, it was a double-edged sword. There was an advantage to using this name, too: it would also make it easier for him to find his target.

With three High-level Mages in the family, plus a Demigod Emperor reigning over the Empire, Isaac didn’t believe his side could possibly lose!

Soon, a pitch-black rift opened in a corner of the laboratory, and Isaac stepped through.

After passing through the rift, Isaac found himself on a white platform floating in the air. White stone pillars stood upon it. As he got closer, he realized it was actually something akin to an online shopping portal from his past life.

All resource and technology exchanges could be conducted through these pillars—any one of them, in fact.

Isaac went up to one and browsed through it. He found that the listings were only sorted by a very simple metric: free and paid. Beyond that, all other items, whether resources or technologies, were jumbled together. There was no search function, either; you just had to browse manually.

Furthermore, the transaction method was also incredibly primitive. There were no Gold Coins or tokens; it was all simple bartering. To that end, the pillars had another function: to help you contact the Wizard who posted the corresponding trade offer.

Isaac thought for a moment, then listed his finished Dragon Transformation Secret Medicine and the Divine Species transformation procedure. For both, he requested Biological Transformation Technology in exchange.

After another moment’s thought, Isaac also listed the Divine Spirit Rat, seeking a Golem or Golem-related technology in return. There was no way Princess Philo would miss a grand event like this. If someone traded for it, Isaac would profit. If no one did, the offer would still annoy Philo. It was a win-win situation.

After posting his listings, Isaac began to wander around the platform.

While Isaac felt the gathering had little value for discussion, that was only true for him. He clearly hadn’t yet realized that the resources at his disposal had long since surpassed those of an ordinary Legendary Mage, to say nothing of the average Mad Witch.

Most Mad Witches had only risked taking this path out of sheer desperation. Their circumstances were already dire, and adding the ”Mad Witch” debuff on top of that only made matters worse.

Let alone ancient, massive Wizard Organizations like the Flesh Sect, even the Flesh Tower that Isaac had been preparing to join rarely accepted Mad Witches. After all, no one wanted to get their hands dirty with that kind of trouble...

So, for many Mad Witches, the Association’s platform was a rare and precious place where they could interact on friendly terms.

As a result, a glance around the platform revealed Wizards gathered in small groups, deep in discussion. Some groups were composed of Wizards of the same Level, while others were a chaotic mix of high and low Levels. The academic atmosphere was surprisingly intense.

If you ignored the bizarre, abstract projections and the Wizards whose bodies would occasionally mutate, the scene was actually quite harmonious~