Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

Three underwater levels, including a public meditation room.

This is a small room made of black stone bricks, with runes engraved on the surrounding walls.

Claire sat cross-legged on the ground, her eyes closed, as if she were one with the tranquility around her.

But deep within his consciousness, the black and white sea of ​​his mind was now surging with waves.

The endless tides rolled into the sky, then crashed back onto the water's surface, breaking into thin, delicate waves.

"Failed again..."

Claire let out a helpless sigh in her heart.

He is trying to build a meditation model commonly used by intermediate apprentices—the twenty-four prisms.

Compared to the elementary cyclic model he used before, the prism model is undoubtedly a huge improvement in the efficiency of absorbing energy particles.

Unfortunately, it was only something for an intermediate-level apprentice.

Even though he is now only one step away from that realm, building twenty-four prisms is still extremely difficult.

If one is not careful, there is even a risk of mental decline.

But he had no choice but to try.

On Five Flower Island, the energy particles in the spirit world were pure, primal magic, which could be absorbed without hindrance using basic meditation techniques.

In the Blue Ocean Realm, a world dominated by water, the conversion of most energy particles requires an additional step.

Claire estimated that her meditation speed had decreased by nearly 50% since arriving here.

No wonder there are so many opportunities in the alien colonies, yet so few people are willing to take the plunge at the last minute.

"Even the world itself doesn't welcome wizards," Claire thought to herself as she ended her meditation.

He recalled what the old professor from the general education department had said in his last lecture:

"Humans are the most greedy race in all the worlds, and also the loneliest race."

In this multiverse where extraordinary powers exist, most worlds are dominated by a few or even just one element.

For example, the Blue Ocean is water, the Ancient Ruins are earth, and the Clock City is shadow...

The spiritual beings born in these worlds are naturally in harmony with the dominant elements. They are born with the ability to control water and fire, a gift from Mother World to her children.

Humans are different.

Humans do not have sharp teeth and claws, wings and scales, nor do they possess an innate affinity for elements.

Logically speaking, such a race should be at the very bottom of all races, wiped out by a casual strike from some interstellar civilization.

However, fate played a cruel joke on us.

The spirit world—a fantastical world that covers all the material world, full of wonders and infinite possibilities—has opened its arms to humanity.

This makes humans the only species in the material world capable of manipulating magic purely through mental power.

At least for now, the wizards have not found any of their kind.

dong dong dong.

A dull knock on the door interrupted Claire's thoughts.

The soundproofing talisman in the meditation room flickered, indicating that someone was banging on the door from the outside.

Claire composed herself, straightened her robe, and got up to open the stone door.

Rod was standing outside the door.

The red-haired youth looked somewhat disheveled at that moment.

His hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, and there was a noticeable red mark on his left cheek, as if he had been slapped by something.

But the light in his eyes remained, so it seemed nothing serious had happened.

"Hey, I knew you'd be here." Rhodes poked his head in, glanced at the empty meditation room, and asked, "What's wrong? Hiding here for comfort?"

Claire paused for a moment, then asked, "Seeking comfort?"

"Stop pretending, bro." Rod squeezed into the room, closed the door behind him, and gave him a "I understand you" look.

"You didn't look too well when you came ashore today, and your storage bag was flat. Didn't make a sale on the first day, right?"

of course not.

Although pearl harvesting in the real deep sea does indeed present significantly more challenges.

The energy environment in the deep sea, thousands of meters below the surface, is extremely complex.

The frequency of water exchange for tidal giant clams is much lower than that in training pools, making it difficult to discern patterns. If you're unlucky, the oxygen may run out before they even open their shells once.

There's also the possibility of being attacked by the demonic sound of the giant tidal clam even when you haven't done anything.

If it weren't for the team's first-come, first-served rule, which allowed collectors to spend time waiting for selected giant clams, many people might have to work for a month only to be paid later.

Claire was lucky; after some minor setbacks, she caught a pearl the size of a thumb.

He simply fed the food to the control panel instead of handing it over.

Anyway, since it's in the mysterious fourth-dimensional space of the panel, there's no need to worry about any loss of materials.

Before he collects the remaining two pieces of Fish Spirit Spine, he can replace them at any time if he captures a higher quality Primal Tide Essence.

Claire nodded bitterly: "Bad luck. The giant clam I chose didn't even open its shell once because it ran out of oxygen."

"Hey, that's perfectly normal!" Rod patted Claire on the shoulder casually. "Let me tell you, a lot of people are in the same situation as you. But some fearless ones pry it open before it even hatches and end up getting a free night in the infirmary's VIP room."

"I was lucky; it opened its shell relatively quickly, so I tried to pry it open. And then…" He pointed to the red mark on his face, wincing slightly, "it breathed directly at me, which jolted me so much I lost my grip, and the crowbar hit my face!"

Claire suggested that the other person should apply some medicine.

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright! What I wanted to say was that this job is 30% skill and 70% luck, so don't be too anxious. If you're unlucky today, you'll be lucky tomorrow!"

As he spoke, Rod pulled a slightly deformed piece of chocolate from his pocket, broke it in half, and handed it to Claire.

"Eating something sweet will lift my spirits. This is a high-end item I brought from my hometown."

"Thank you." Claire popped the chocolate into her mouth; it was sickeningly sweet, but it did relieve her fatigue. "I'm fine, I just don't think this environment is very suitable for meditation."

"Of course that's not suitable!" Rhodes rolled his eyes. "It's too damp here. Unless you grow gills, meditating here is just asking for trouble."

"To be honest, it's much better to rest and make some money to drink a few bottles after work than to do this kind of inefficient work during my free time!"

Claire casually agreed.

After a moment of passionate speech, Rod suddenly changed the subject: "Claire, I overheard some rumors about those two brothers while I was eating in the cafeteria. Would you like to hear them?"

"Two brothers?"

"Of course, it's our two roommates! The older brother is named Seth, and the younger brother is named Ryan. It's said that the wizard who did their bloodline modifications went astray and enslaved them as experimental subjects for a period of time. Later, the dark wizard returned to the spirit world, and that's how they escaped."

At this point, Rod lowered his voice: "They were kicked out of their previous company after nearly killing the foreman in a fight. I really don't know what the HR at Gray Amber Workshop was thinking, letting in such a time bomb!"

"Judging from their demeanor, they've probably undergone extensive transformation and are no different from those savage fishmen."

Claire raised an eyebrow. Experimental subject, killer of oversight... these labels combined certainly implied danger.

"We just need to be careful not to provoke them," he said.