Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

At the entrance to the camp, a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe and with a serious expression stood quietly.

He wore a silver star and moon badge on his chest, exuding a profound aura.

He was a fully-fledged wizard!

"Hank's team, reporting for duty." Hank stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"I am the camp leader, Sterling Vance, a first-class wizard, the commander and chief potion master here," the middle-aged wizard said in a steady voice.

His gaze swept over the crowd, lingering on Ian for a moment.

"Welcome to the Crucible. For the foreseeable future, this will be your home and your battlefield."

Without wasting any words, the wizard Sterling immediately began assigning tasks.

"Hank, you are appointed as the camp leader. Lina, you will join the patrol team and be responsible for guarding and cleaning a three-kilometer radius around the camp every day."

Big guy, go to the east wall and assist with the defense there.

Old Pipe, the camp's warning runes and two water purification rune arrays are yours to repair; collect the materials from the warehouse.

"Fang...go and help treat the injured apprentices, especially those with poison or curse injuries. The warehouse has what you need."

Finally, he looked at Ian: "Ian Marcus, the potion master recommended by Xingye."

Ian bowed and nodded. This was his first time meeting a strange first-level wizard, and he was being extra careful.

"What the camp needs most right now are Lesser Healing Potions and Basic Antidotes. The alchemy room is over there."

Sterling pointed to the smoking stone house in the camp.

"There's basic equipment and some notes I left inside. Materials will be delivered daily. Your task is to produce no less than thirty vials of potion each day, and the quality must meet the standard. Exceeding this target will earn you extra contribution points. Any questions?"

Thirty doses a day—this is a huge burden for an average intermediate-level potion master.

Ian felt a sense of relief; this was within the scope where he could reasonably showcase his talents.

"No problem, Wizard Sterling," he replied calmly.

"Very good." Sterling nodded. "Remember, efficiency is life here. Every potion you concoct could save a life. Go and familiarize yourself with the environment. Hank will take you to the alchemy room for handover in an hour."

After Sterling left, Hank patted Ian on the shoulder.

"The wizard Sterling is known for his strictness, but he is fair. Do your job well. Here, useful potion makers are more respected than warriors."

Ian looked at the smoking stone house, then at the crimson canyon in the distance.

Scorching Canyon, the "Furnace" camp—this is where his war career began.

He weighed the wooden crate in his hand, which contained all his belongings, and followed Hank into the camp.

As Ian stepped into the camp, the first thing he felt was the sweltering heat in the air, mixed with the smell of sulfur and scorched earth.

The campsite was built against a natural stone wall, and the simple wooden and stone structures were covered with a thick fireproof coating.

Basic Potion Identification: Break Limit 1 time (3/800) (Break Limit Effect: 1. Insight)

Secondary treatment agents...

My proficiency with "The Wizard's Hand" has quietly reached its limit, and I'm just one step away from breaking through it.

This skill, which was originally just a minor skill to assist in alchemy, accompanied him through the most difficult years.

"Perfect timing, I can complete the breakthrough before I start refining."

With a slight thought, Ian sent a small silver knife flying from the table.

A precise cut of the silver leaf grass root is made, and the grinding pestle falls automatically, grinding the dried hemostatic grass into a uniform powder.

Several glass bottles were lifted up by an invisible hand and arranged in the most convenient place on the worktable.

He had used these moves thousands of times.

At this moment, the movements are fluid and effortless, requiring minimal mental exertion.

……

The moment he placed a piece of hemostatic coating into the crucible, a familiar vibration came to his mind.

[Wizard Hand Proficiency +1]

[Wizard's Hand: Break Limit 1 time (0/800) (Break Limit Effect: 1. Enchantment)]

A flood of insights into fine manipulation, power transmission, and the application of spiritual energy to imbue something with a fleeting spirituality rushed into my mind.

At the same time, Ian realized that his mental energy had been refined once again, to a similar degree to that during the last class.

In my mind, a slightly blurry gray rune appeared next to the blue frost rune.

After processing the information, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

With a thought, the grinding rod on the worktable stood up, bounced slightly, and then began to grind another batch of hemostatic coating with even gentler force and more complex techniques.

Ian did not intentionally control it; he simply began to maintain it by injecting extremely fine mental energy, and then transmitted a vague command.

"Spirit empowerment... just as I expected!"

Ian tested it and found that the control distance of the unlocked Wizard Hand was extended to about 30 meters, and the maximum load capacity was increased to about 100 kilograms.

Most importantly, the flexibility and "humanization" of the controls have been greatly enhanced, while the energy consumption has been further reduced.

During the refining process, it can perform two to three simple pre-processing tasks simultaneously, greatly improving efficiency.

"Perfect for handling these batch tasks."