[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-54":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338517,4572,"Chapter 54","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>“My lord, the stranger you instructed me to watch for has appeared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just now, a thin young man came to town, bought a loaf of black bread, and has been lingering in the square!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dusk, Centurion Laurent arrived in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the report, Gervas’s eyes lit up—he knew his first wizard had finally arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But never underestimate a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they follow a different path from magicians, their spellcasting still requires biological materials such as bones or hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They are also those who prefer to walk alone in darkness, crafting terrifying yet potent potions from blood, bones, and fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet they are indeed among the pioneers who advanced this world’s arcane civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They study the human body’s latent potentials, helping all humans better understand the mechanisms within their own bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The various potions they create accelerate the cultivation and growth of Title Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the growth potions used by magicians were invented by them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, wizards should rightly be called the “biology, medicine, genetics, and genetic engineering” scholars of this otherworld!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without delay, Gervas set out at once for the town—to find his wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, there was one detail: Gervas rode there on a fierce steed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From afar, Gervas spotted the wizard apprentice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in a linen tunic, wrapped in a cloak and hood, the hood shadowed most of the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Notably, though the clothing was worn, it bore none of the slovenliness or filth of a serf—instead, the garments were washed until faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this the rigor of a wizard?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the wizard apprentice’s condition was dire—she clutched the black bread but could not bring herself to eat it, her body swaying precariously…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella was heartbroken; she had endured so much misfortune, and her only wish was to find her homeland and return to her mother’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wish was as distant as the stars in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew full well that the Blue Scorpion Venom, made from the blood of the Blue Starfish, left no chance of survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black bread fell to the ground; her body collapsed, powerless. Her gaze fixed on the setting sun—her mother’s gentle face appeared before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella slowly smiled, tears tracing her cheeks, as if she had returned six years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That year, Isabella was only eight. Though born to a serf family, she had been cherished by her parents, and every day had been happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day, slave hunters attacked the village, killed her father, and abducted her and her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, her mother was sold to a wealthy household, but Isabella, too young, was rejected—so she was taken to the great city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that great city, Isabella and several other boys and girls her age caught the eye of a strange man in a black cloak and hood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, they learned he was a wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They became wizard apprentices, traveling endlessly for years, spending almost all their time on the road and gathering materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella drifted farther from her mother, yet fortunately, the wizard taught them much knowledge and promised that once they became true wizards, they would gain freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the path of a wizard apprentice was perilous; after years, of the five or six companions who had been chosen with her, only she and Lina remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The master had replaced apprentices again and again—nearly all had met with various accidents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, Isabella had truly believed those were accidents—until a month ago, when Lina came to her at night, crying, saying she had discovered a secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That secret: all the deaths of the apprentices were likely caused by their master—he was using the wizard apprentices to nourish his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella had not believed it at first, thinking Lina had merely had a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, their master had been both teacher and friend for six years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet three days later, Lina died—reportedly killed by a beast-wolf, leaving only one arm behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Isabella grow wary, beginning to observe her master’s actions at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for three consecutive nights, as darkness fell, Isabella fell into deep sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One night, she might have blamed fatigue—but three nights in a row? That was no coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella secretly brewed and took an antidote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, she did not sleep at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in the dead of night, she witnessed a horrifying sight: the master had selected an apprentice who had followed him for a year, connecting their bodies with a special tube and needle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The apprentice’s blood was drained, flowing into the master’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing, the master entered the tent where Isabella and the other apprentices slept, stared at her for a long time, and whispered, “Almost there… almost there. The third-star bottleneck is near. When it breaks, you’ll be the perfect nourishment—I’ll surely ascend to High Wizard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella fled!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because besides Lina, she was now the only third-star wizard apprentice left beside the master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the “nourishment” he spoke of must be her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to live—to see her mother once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless dangers, Isabella finally reached the border; once she entered the chaotic Chaos Wastes, the master would never find her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she had been naive—her master had long ago planted poison within every wizard apprentice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each month, he gave them a pill, claiming it aided cultivation—but in truth, it suppressed the Blue Scorpion Venom’s outbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother… I miss you so much…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My lord, she’s been poisoned!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isabella’s consciousness began to fade—when suddenly, a voice reached her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give her this Tuberose Antidote!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This… my lord, she’s just a serf—this antidote costs a gold coin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Laurent, in my Storm Domain, I will not allow anyone to turn away from the dying. In this perilous land of death, only by uniting can our kind overcome monsters and aliens!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, my lord!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Isabella felt a potion being poured into her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a faint warmth, her consciousness sharpened slightly—and she saw the lord’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young, handsome, kind-hearted—but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no use… I… I’ve been poisoned by Blue Scorpion Venom… thank you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To meet such a kind person—a noble—at the brink of death brought Isabella a sliver of comfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blue Scorpion Venom? Strong? My Tuberose Antidote can neutralize even a second-rank serpent’s venom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blue Scorpion Venom is equivalent to a sixth-rank poison—unless… unless it’s unicorn…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unicorn?” Gervas’s eyes brightened—he no longer needed to feign ignorance and recite the legend of the unicorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Y-yes… thank you, noble… I…” Before she could finish, Isabella fainted completely.\u003C\u002Fp>",1077,"2026-06-20T22:44:01.160Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1d89d8df1bda1b984973a78b5d33c20b1d17e25f0a657a94ae7d01cce685019d","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-55","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-53",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]