Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

This is a single dormitory room, about ten square meters in size. It is spacious and bright, with a desk, a rune lamp, and a separate washroom.

After looking around the simple dormitory, Dago sat cross-legged on the bed and gently unscrewed the bottle of Spirit Potion that the academy had awarded him.

After briefly admiring the potion's silvery color and faint glow, which was quite similar to the radiance of the Moon of Origin, Dago drank the entire bottle of potion in one gulp.

He closed his eyes, meditated, and entered his mental space. The spiritual energy rippled out from his body in circles like transparent water ripples, causing his robes to sway slightly.

The mental space is in a bad situation for Dago now; the light spheres hanging in the space have dimmed considerably.

However, as the silver substance entered the sphere of light, it was like adding gasoline to firewood, causing it to burn even more vigorously. The sphere expanded by twenty meters from its original diameter of about a hundred meters before abruptly stopping.

Upon closer inspection, the soul of Dago at the center of the sphere of light is covered with tiny cracks, indicating that the frantic extraction of spiritual energy during this battle has even damaged his soul.

Dago could only prioritize using the droplets of spiritual energy to repair his own soul and recover from his injuries.

As the mental fog was continuously refined, the accumulated soul entropy grew larger and larger. Dago chose to exit the mental space and opened his eyes.

For the next few days, he quietly healed his wounded soul in this dormitory, buying food from the communal canteen downstairs when he was hungry.

The price is naturally very expensive, basically costing one magic stone for three meals, but the taste and appearance are top-notch, which is a great comfort to Dago.

The academy was protected by a massive runic structure, making it incredibly safe and quiet, as if the town outside and this place were two completely different worlds.

Dargo, a wandering wizard from the forest who had fought his way here, was naturally not used to this peaceful life and lived a secluded existence.

However, he has recently developed a good habit of going to the academy's library to read books and learn knowledge that the original owner had no idea about.

The spines of the books on the oak shelves in the college library gleamed with an old luster, and the gold lettering on some covers glowed faintly in the darkness, like sleeping fireflies.

The air was filled with the mixed scents of old paper, dust, and some unknown spice. It was so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat and the soft rustling of pages turning like the fluttering of butterfly wings.

Dago sat at the central table and chair, completely unaware of the commotion around him. His gaze was fixed on the pages of his book, his brows sometimes furrowing and sometimes relaxing.

He discovered something very strange: books rarely described the realms beyond the half-step formal wizard, as if they concealed some great secret and crisis.

Furthermore, it also isolates the flow of information to the world outside the wizarding world, just like the Wizarding Alliance is a lonely island surrounded by a huge dark continent.

There are generally two situations that restrict the flow of knowledge: one is that the outside world is really dangerous and there are very powerful enemies; the other is that the ruling class has an absolute monopoly on knowledge in order to maintain the absolute authority of the ruling class and achieve the goal of unifying the dynasty for ten thousand generations.

It seems that the original owner's ignorance, or rather the Wizard Alliance's ignorance, was the result of some people's ulterior motives. Ordinary people are like lambs being raised in a desert of knowledge, at the mercy of the shepherd.

Not only that, Dago discovered something even more incredible: the Wizarding Alliance actually possessed teleportation technology.

However, it was not used on a large scale, but was controlled by a small number of wizard families or organizations.

The truth of the world often changes with social class; it seems that only by standing at a certain height can one see the scenery at that height.

At this moment, Dago was extremely eager to advance to the level of a formal wizard.

In the library, Dago finally found the knowledge about the ultimate art that he had always longed to learn.

According to the book, the ultimate skill is the one where the wizard understands a spell more thoroughly, the more energy particles can be gathered each time the spell is cast, and the stronger the spell's power becomes.

This usually requires a wizard to practice a spell for many years until they reach the pinnacle.

This spell has reached the maximum effect it can bring.

To date, Dago has not met another wizard who has grasped the ultimate level of magic as he has.

This achievement was undoubtedly made possible with the help of an advanced system.

It's no wonder that the wizards who saw his extraordinary skills were all dumbfounded. Anyone who could unleash spells at the age of eighteen that others would take decades to achieve would suspect that this person was possessed by an old monster.

Dago closed his book, walked out of the library, squinted at the winter sunlight outside, then took out his brass pocket watch and checked the time; it was already noon.

Arriving at the large canteen in the college dormitory area, Dage bought a plate of braised beef with potatoes and a white bread, then went to a corner of the canteen to eat.

A moment later, a thin, dark-haired boy wearing a gray college robe walked over, carrying a plate of steaming pickled herring with black bread. He sat down opposite Dago with his head down.

During the meal, the two remained silent until they finished eating, at which point the dark-haired man cautiously asked, "Hello, I'm Blair, may I introduce myself?"

"Hello, I'm Dago," Dago politely introduced himself.

He noticed that Blair was a little younger than him and had a rather introverted and somewhat timid personality.

The two chatted casually in a corner of the cafeteria when Blair suddenly asked, "Excuse me, may I ask who your tutor is?"

"tutor?"

Dago paused, then shook his head. "I have no mentor."

Blair looked surprised, then said dejectedly, "You should be a level three apprentice by now, and you still haven't chosen a mentor? Unlike me, I'm only a level two apprentice, and no mentor wants me either."

Are mentors a necessary choice in academia?

"Of course, different mentors represent different fighting styles, and you can't learn real knowledge at the academy without a mentor."

This reminded Dago of his mentor, Rosalyn; perhaps that was the kind of mentor he wanted.

Moreover, Dargo hadn't forgotten that he still had the reward of becoming a formal wizard's disciple, but he was quite hesitant about it.

Blair talked to Dargo at length, and it was clear that he was the kind of guy who would become very enthusiastic once you got to know him.

"Thank you for your kindness, Blair."

The two left the cafeteria, and Dago returned to his dormitory in the living quarters, seemingly lost in thought.

"Let's find out when we meet the dean!"

Dago shook his head, not wanting to delve any further into that point.

For him, the most urgent task is to first raise his mental strength to the level of a half-step formal wizard, and then open the box left by the Helam wizard family for Viser.

It contains information about the next step to becoming a formal wizard, and the academy dean is only one path to becoming a formal wizard that one can choose.

Dago has spent most of his time meditating in his dormitory these days. Although there are special meditation rooms in the academy, the fees are extremely exorbitant, costing one bell for a low-level magic stone, which makes Dago hesitate.

Moreover, the witchcraft training equipment that accompanies the meditation room is probably not enough to build one himself.

Dago sat cross-legged on the bed, using his consciousness to access the system panel.

【《巫师通用冥想法》（蜕变9970/10000）；《冰晶炮》（蜕变7321/10000）；《炎核空气弹》（极）；《活化冰晶术》（极）；《共鸣术》（蜕变6841/10000）；《探测术》（蜕变3412/10000）；《魔药炼製》（入门18/1000)】

"Almost there. The progress value of the Wizard's Universal Meditation Technique is about to be full, ushering in its new transformation."

Dago composed himself and got into the best possible state of mind.