Mage Adam

On the top floor of the Moldo Tower, two people were monitoring the situation in the laboratory closely.

One of them was the Dean, and the other was a little girl, holding a huge apple in her hand and munching at it. Every time a bite was taken out of the apple, the apple would regenerate immediately.

This little girl is the mere disguise of a mage much stronger than Dean Victor; his own body miniscule under her own.

"Tower Master, seems like the final experiment is about to begin."

A gust of wind blew across the room.

"I don't know if Adam was able to understand my discreet warning. Should we really not intervene?"

A gust of wind caressed the Dean.

"I guess you're right, but it's your call."

The wind grabbed at the Dean's arm.

"No, no, I'm not blaming you, but I think Adam has proven his potential, so I don't think there's any need to put him at risk..."

Nobody knows how the Dean was able to understand the Tower Master, also known as Moldo's transdimensional mage. However, this was how the two communicated. The soft wind stopped, and the Tower Master spoke, "Shut up."

...

Meanwhile, in Adam's laboratory, Mage Morde smiled and asked, "So, how is it?"

Energy was coursing through Frank's body, and Adam said, "I'll do my best to maintain the stability of his body, as for the final installation and docking of the body, I need your help."

Mage Morde was handed the mechanical body and he lowered his gaze that was filled with rage. This was the first time he was instructed and ordered around, but he endured it -- this was the final step, after all. During the installation process, he recorded the process in his mind; as long as he could return to Annecy, then he could develop it, claim it as his own.

Mage Morde stretched out his arm into the device, his arm instantly transforming into a fine mechanical arm. The mechanical body was swiftly fused into Frank's body.

In the hands of a mage, the job was done easily and quickly, and Frank didn't even feel any pain from it.

After the body was installed, Adam took out a battery and placed it into the circuit, and Frank's mechanical body was full of life.

Mage Morde stared at Frank in amazement, seeing Frank's body start to tremble with life, "Wonderful, amazing! Fantastic experimenting, Adam, but unfortunately, it seems that I have to hurry back to Annecy, I have a..."

"Sorry, Your Excellency," Adam stopped him. "But you can't leave now."

"Excuse me?"

"I'll repeat since you didn't hear me the first time -- you can't leave. Not until you agree to sign another contract stating that you would not copy my work."

"Hah," Mage Morde let out a laugh. "It seems that you forget that I am a mage and I'm sure you know the consequences of offending a mage like me. Perhaps I should teach you a lesson for your arrogance!"

He didn't expect Adam to cover every single loophole, and he decided to use this as an excuse to finally kill him. He raised a finger and shot out a barrage of metal towards Adam's brain, using his other hand to hold Adam in place.

However, Adam's expression remained calm and smiled mockingly.

"Go to hell!" both of them yelled.

As soon as they yelled, everything in the laboratory froze; Frank was frozen in place, the instruments no longer working, and the barrage of metal was mere centimetres away from Adam's head.

The room turned a dark grey.

Adam tried to break free, finding that the magic binding him shattered like glass.

"There aren't many freelancing mages and they aren't very popular for many reasons," a voice sounded behind Adam.

Adam saw a mass of bright red.

"I guess you could regard them as some kind of antimage -- they gatekeep their own knowledge, and do everything in their power to obtain other knowledge, going to lengths of theft and murder," the voice continued. "Usually, this doesn't violate any rules, but he tried to kill you after you covered every loophole, so we had a reason to intervene."

"The Great Transdimensional Mage," Adam whispered.

"Look up."

Her voice contained power that Adam couldn't resist.

Her face was difficult to describe, as if his own brain was erasing any information about her, but a big apple hung off of her.

"You are knowledgeable, being able to heed the Dean's warning," the voice sounded. "The Dean must have told you that my research is in a bottleneck state, coupled with my dwindling resources. I thought I would never advance, but I didn't expect that to change because of an apprentice."

"You've won the prize," Adam whispered back.

The voice chuckled and replied, "I'm not complimenting you -- this is a fact. Your meditation research has given me more power, and the crystal skeleton you brought back benefited me greatly, and this," a finger pointed towards Frank, "This experiment will bring great fame to our Tower."