Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Cola Novels () Latest Update: Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinitely

Two days later.

A rumor began to circulate that a "horrific battlefield had been discovered on the edge of the dark hills."

It began to circulate in a small circle among the middle and upper-level wizards of the tower.

At first, no one paid attention; fighting in the wild was too normal.

But as more details were added to the description, phrases like "a suspected outbreak of level one peak death magic," "some unknown annihilating energy," and "the ground was smeared with a perfect glass hemisphere" emerged...

Combined with the inquiry sent by the Withered Council a few days ago, the mystery surrounding the deaths of its members.

And... Ian Marcus's potion shop, which suddenly closed and then suddenly reopened.

Some astute individuals began to connect these lines together.

In the dining hall, several first-level wizards huddled together, their voices hushed.

"Have you heard? Three deacons of the Withering Council died right outside our tower!"

"I didn't just hear about it, I went to see it for myself! My God... the place looks like it was hit by a meteorite, the kind that 'annihilates'!"

"Death energy... the trademark of those lunatics in the Wither Council."

How strong must the opponent be to force them to resort to a suicidal tactic?

"Do you guys think... it might be related to that potions guy? He got into some trouble recently, and now the potions shop has suddenly opened?"

"Ian Marcus? Are you kidding me! How long has he been promoted?"

"The one who died was a core deacon of the Withering Council, a peak-level liquefaction cultivator!"

"But... the timing is too coincidental. After he reopened the shop, the battlefield was discovered there... and don't forget the Demon Hunt."

When the topic of the demon-hunting war came up, everyone fell silent.

That victory was a bit strange, but the circumstances were special at the time, and luck and tactics played a bigger role.

But what if this time...

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

Someone murmured, but their tone was no longer so certain.

Another emotion began to spread in the hearts of those who knew this information.

It wasn't just simple surprise, but a mixture of disbelief and a need for re-examination.

And a hint of something indescribable... apprehension.

If it really was him... a newly promoted first-level member who killed three (possibly more) experienced and cunning core members of the Withered Council.

One of them is Peak Liquefaction...

This goes beyond mere innate talent.

This is a monster.

The wizards' gazes changed.

Ian walked down the corridor leading to the Potions Department.

He could feel that the gazes directed at him were different from before.

Previously, those gazes held curiosity, inquiry, and admiration for a potion-making genius.

Perhaps there was also a hint of hidden jealousy or indifference.

But now, there's something else in those gazes.

It is respect, the kind of subconscious respect for equals, especially for those who pose a threat of death.

It was also a sense of apprehension, a deep-seated apprehension.

When they look at him, their eyes unconsciously shift downwards, avoiding direct eye contact.

They might slow their pace slightly, or simply wait for him to pass first.

Even some veteran first-level wizards who usually have a cold expression at exchange meetings would nod slightly when they met him.

Some people even proactively put on a slightly stiff smile.

No one came up to him and asked, "What happened?"

No one mentioned the "Withered Council" or the "Dark Hills".

Everyone knew the unspoken agreement.

But these silent, pervasive, subtle changes speak more than any direct inquiry or compliment.

Ian remained calm, nodding in response as usual, and continued walking.

He knew in his heart that the effects of that battle were beginning to show.

This was faster than he had anticipated, and... better, more direct.

Back in the alchemy room, I closed the door and activated the isolation array.

Ian leaned against the door and slowly exhaled.

He raised his left hand, revealing the wounds on his arm corroded by the chains of death.

Thanks to the potent treatment and its own strong recovery ability, the scabs have formed, but the new skin is still very light in color.

That battle was not easy.

Gaga is still recovering from its injuries, hiding in the shadows to digest its blood essence, but its aura is getting stronger and stronger.

"The Cursed One... [The Eye of the Gaze]?"

Ian's eyes turned slightly cold as he recalled the fragments of the secret letter he had found in the Ash Ring.

It turns out Hector had this trick up his sleeve before the mission.

The strange eyeball he obtained from the underground cave, which could slowly enhance mental power, seemed to have a greater origin and wider implications than he had imagined.

The Withering Council will not give up easily; the real trouble is probably yet to come.

but……

He walked to the alchemy table and looked at the azure blue [Starlight Potion] on the surface.

I recalled those wary yet respectful gazes in the corridor.

At least for now, within this Shadowmoon Tower, there should be far fewer of those petty, troublesome incidents.

He needs time, and even more so, he needs resources.

Ian picked up a piece of abyssal runestone and ran his fingertips over the icy, chaotic patterns on it.

"Come on," he murmured to himself, his eyes showing no fear, only calm.

"Let's see who has the last laugh."

……

The morning air was still a bit chilly.

Ian walked into Starlight Potions Shop, where Kenna was already there, standing on tiptoe and wiping the top shelf.

"Um."

Ian walked behind the counter, touched the tabletop with his fingers; it was clean, without any dust.

He was only here for a routine check and would be returning to his residence soon.

Robert came in from the backyard carrying a wooden bucket with water droplets still clinging to its rim.

"The treatment tank has been cleaned again, and all the dregs have been burned clean."

"What about external resource channels?" Ian asked.

"It's working." Robert put down the bucket and took out a sheet from his pocket.

"The goods arrived a few nights ago: thirty Abyss Runestones, five pounds of Etched Magic Iron Powder, and two small jars of Abyss Crystal Fragments... all at the old prices, no price increase."

Ian took the order, glanced at it, and nodded.

The item has returned, and the price hasn't changed, which means the hand behind it has temporarily withdrawn.

At least that's how it appears on the surface.

"The Purple Iris Flower Merchant Guild..."

"No movement." Robert was also a little puzzled.

Nightingale Bar remained open as usual, and Red Sparrow sent someone to deliver a message saying, "Business as usual."

Ian folded the list and put it in the drawer.

"Then let's do it the same way."

The bell on the shop door rang.

Wade carried in two large boxes of materials, the weight of which made his shoulders sag, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Where...where should I put it?"

"The backyard." Kenna went over and offered a helping hand.

The two carried the box inside, with Monica following behind, holding an account book and pen, counting as they walked.

Ian watched their retreating figures.

Kenna was honest and hardworking, Wade was strong and powerful, Robert was meticulous, and Monica never made a mistake in managing the accounts.

These four people have been dealing with him for quite some time.

From apprentice to full-fledged wizard, from errand boy to independent master.

"My lord." Monica came over after taking her order.

"There are 100 more high-grade magic stones in the account in the past two weeks. These are the backlog of orders when we were out of stock. We've made up for them all in the last few days."

"Um."

"And..." she hesitated for a moment.

"A few days ago, some unfamiliar faces came to inquire about when you are usually in the store, what you like to do, and whether there is a need to 'increase patrols' around the store."

Ian raised his eyelids: "Whose people?"

"I don't know, but his tone of voice doesn't sound like someone from the black market; it sounds more like... someone's subordinate in the tower."

Ian tapped his fingers on the table.

To show goodwill, or to test the waters.

Although no one has explicitly stated that he killed three core deacons of the Withering Council, those who need to know already know.

Strength is the best stepping stone.

"Next time you come, just turn them down," Ian said.

"Yes."

Monica stepped back and continued tidying the shelves.

Ian didn't stay in the store long; he left after giving a few important instructions.

Kenner and his team can handle the day-to-day operations; he has more important things to do.