Did the villainous professor survive today?

You have shaken Meiwen's belief once again; she has begun to doubt her own judgment and has begun to believe that you are indeed a genius scholar.

[Points +4000!]

[Current points: 8000!]

Looking at the system's notification, Krenk turned to Enya:

"Alright, at least for the time being, I don't need to worry about Meiwen bothering you."

"Teacher, what's going on with this Meiwen?" Enya asked curiously. If Meiwen continued like this, it might affect the plan.

"This is Kroenke's business, you don't need to worry about it. In time, the threat will naturally disappear."

Krenk thought to himself, "Give me a little more time to develop."

"Oh, okay, teacher."

After this little incident, Enya left Krenk and returned to the laboratory, intending to continue following the instructions to collect experimental data on the homology of magic.

[Spirit: Lv34 (750/2750)]

Krenk looked at his stats and continued to allocate points to his Spirit stat.

[You have consumed 2000 points, and your Spirit level has been upgraded to Lv35]

[You have consumed 2900 points, and your Spirit level has been upgraded to Lv36]

[You have consumed 3050 points, and your Spirit level has been upgraded to Lv37]

[Spirit: Lv37 (50/3200)]

Krenk felt a slight stickiness in his eyes.

But this stickiness was quickly eliminated.

At the same time, Krenk activated his spiritual vision without hesitation.

At this moment, in his eyes, the surrounding magic underwent a qualitative change.

If what I saw with my spiritual vision before was just a blurry outline, what I see now is a clear pattern of flowing magical energy.

【Energy Vision】

Unlike enhanced vision, enhanced vision can be compared to overclocking a CPU to render images; the clarity can increase indefinitely, but there is always a limit.

Having the Power Vision gives one the ability to distinguish between different types of magic.

To give an analogy, it's like upgrading from a black-and-white television to a color television. No matter how clear the black-and-white picture is, it's still hard to compare with a vibrant and colorful picture.

"If that's the case, then finding that vampire won't be too difficult."

Having the ability to distinguish the "colors" of magic makes it possible to track the magical traces of a specific target.

With his enhanced spiritual vision, even traces from a few days ago were impossible to hide from him.

Krenk suddenly understood why his predecessor's strength had to be limited to the early stage of Tier 2.

With the characteristic of exquisite technique, every increase in one's strength results in an exponential increase in the change.

Kroenke nodded:

"Then the next step is to go and check on that vampire who's been locked up."

……

Two days later, on Friday.

Ludwig House.

"Young master, these are your newly made clothes."

The personal male servant presented Krenk with a dark green suit in both hands.

"Okay, I understand."

Kroenke nodded.

Strength Lv20 (0/560)

[Constitution Lv20 (0/560)]

After two days of final training, his physical fitness had completely stagnated at the early stage of the second tier, without any improvement whatsoever.

Compared to his initial first-level beginner level, Krenk's body was a whole size larger, with even his rib area covered by solid and full muscles.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Kroenke had his physique in his previous life, he could have been a cover model for some magazines, even without showing his face.

Most importantly, even without getting goosebumps, he can now allow magic to flow smoothly within his body without leaking out.

This improvement alone has taken Kroenke's spellcasting efficiency to another level.

At this point, Kroenke seemed to understand how the spiraling ascent of levels in the game operated silently.

Kroenke put on his newly tailored clothes, got into his car, and headed towards the law enforcement agency.

Through a phone call with Principal Abraham, he arranged to visit the imprisoned vampire on Friday.

The car carrying Kroenke crossed the bridge over the bay and arrived at a deserted island.

In the very center of the isolated island, a towering, iron-gray building stands majestically.

Anvil Prison.

This is where some of the most heinous criminals in St. Auster are imprisoned.

The entire building exudes a cold, hard, and heavy aura, as if the prison were truly an anvil used for forging iron.

The criminals locked inside are like iron blocks that have been repeatedly forged.

"Professor Kroenke, greetings. My name is Maguire Leonard, a First-Class Correctional Officer. I am here to await your arrival on the orders of Deputy Warden Anser!"

A voice as firm as a rock came from outside the car window.

A strange young man stood beside the vehicle, wearing a uniform as gray as the prison's exterior, with silver-plated collar insignia, a face as hard as stone, and muscular physiques that were still discernible despite being concealed by the uniform.

The deputy warden? I thought the principal would be contacting the warden himself. Krenk thought to himself.

He gave a soft "hmm" and then followed the correctional officer into the prison.

The prisoners at Anvil Prison are all held underground, so even if they manage to dig through the prison and escape, they will be killed by the high-pressure seawater that rushes in instantly.

An oppressive atmosphere emanated from directly below the prison. Thanks to his enhanced mental attributes, Krenk could faintly hear the sounds of correctional officers beating criminals coming from below.

Kroenke arrived at the deputy warden's office.

"Professor Krenk, Deputy Warden Anser is waiting for you inside!"

Maguire stood tall and straight, like a javelin at the entrance to the office.

Thank you.

Kroenke nodded, then pushed open the office door that had been provided.

In contrast to this oppressive atmosphere, the office interior was luxuriously decorated.

The entire office was covered with exquisite wallpaper. It was a duplex with two floors in total. The stairs and platforms with bookshelves were of varying heights and were filled with finely bound, complete sets, and rubbings of ancient books. Everywhere you looked, there were densely packed books with red and green covers.

No, it's more like a high-end literary salon than an office.

This is the highest point of the prison. Looking out the window, you can see white waves crashing against the black cliffs, the splashing water forming a thick white mist that sounds like an ancient dragon roaring in the clouds.

"Professor Klenk, you've arrived!"

A kind voice came from the desk directly opposite.

A meticulously groomed middle-aged man sat behind his desk, his cheekbones rounded, his face lined with wrinkles, and his iron-gray hair neatly combed back.

On the table sat a dark gold plaque bearing his name:

Anser Lakshm

Anser stood up and walked to Krenk, his expression serious. He lowered his head and said in a low voice:

"Mr. V, what brings you here so suddenly?"