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

Claire pushed Rod's hand away and walked towards the podium, facing the gazes of the crowd.

Heller sized him up for a moment, his gaze reminding Claire of Anderson.

Disappointed, yet with a glimmer of hope.

He placed his hand on the crystal ball.

A cool sensation came through him, and his mental energy probed into it, quickly establishing a connection with the light screen.

As soon as she connected with the phone, Claire realized that she was indeed lacking.

Just now, I watched Julian manipulate the blocks with ease and grace, as if he were playing them directly.

Now it was his turn, and Claire felt as if there was a line connecting the cube she was grabbing to her consciousness.

Every step of the operation felt noticeably sluggish.

The audience quickly noticed the difference between Claire and the previous people, and a murmur of laughter rippled through the room.

Julian spread his hands exaggeratedly, as if he had expected this.

On the light screen, the first fire element block finally fell to the bottom layer, much slower than before.

Claire ignored the outside noise and calmed down to adapt slowly.

He was only one step away from becoming an intermediate apprentice. His mental strength was not bad, but he lacked experience in controlling his mental strength.

Gradually, Claire's control delay decreased to an acceptable level.

At this point, the previously fallen blocks were also cleared.

He took a deep breath, looked at the prompt bar for the next square, and prepared to start operating.

Although he hasn't played this game much, he still knows some techniques.

The block fell down; it was a yellow, I-shaped gold element.

Claire didn't rush to send it into the gap on the far right of the bottom layer to eliminate it. Instead, she controlled it to rotate half a circle and spread it flat on the new layer.

At first, people thought that this guy with low talent had poor control of the direction, which was why he made frequent mistakes.

However, as time went on, the mocking laughter in the classroom gradually disappeared.

Everyone noticed that the gap Claire left on the far right did not seem to be a mistake, but rather intentional.

They quickly understood Claire's intention.

"So that's how it can be done..."

"How could I not have thought of that!"

"Damn it, the moment the block above moves, my first instinct is to eliminate it..."

Julian's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.

The "connected person" on stage that he looked down on seemed to be more complex than he had imagined.

At this point, the element blocks on the light screen had piled up to near the warning line, and it was only a few rows away from "exploding".

Claire's score didn't even reach triple digits.

Just then, an I-shaped gold element block slowly fell down.

it's time.

Claire had a sudden thought, and the cube quickly moved to the far right, fitting into the long-awaited gap.

Ding!

A pleasant sound rang out in the classroom.

The previously precarious pile on the screen was instantly cleared away by more than half, and the numbers in the score column jumped upwards like crazy.

Four-in-a-row elimination!

In the blink of an eye, Claire's score jumped from the bottom to overtake many people.

A sigh of frustration rose from the audience.

I really shouldn't have failed to think of such a simple and efficient scoring method.

Just as people were regretting their past actions, a pleasant sound rang in their ears again.

"What happened?"

People looked on in astonishment, only to see Claire suddenly speed up her actions, executing multiple four-in-a-row combos in quick succession.

Why do I feel like he knows exactly when the gold elemental cube will appear?

"Has this guy played this before? He's way too skilled!"

Beside the podium, Heller, who had maintained a cold expression, looked at Claire, who was focused on operating the equipment, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Judging from Claire's behavior when she first connected to the crystal ball, he could tell that this was the first time she had operated the Element Balancer.

While leaving gaps in the walls to create more four-hit combos is a very easy idea to come up with.

However, many people, when they first start playing, focus all their attention on manipulating the blocks and don't think about anything else.

Moreover, even if one thinks of this, figuring out how to build walls efficiently and ensure that not a single gold element block is wasted is very difficult for beginners.

This person clearly needs to expend more effort to manipulate mental energy, yet is still able to perform such an operation, demonstrating their extremely strong spatial processing ability.

This is exactly what potion masters need.

However, this person's seventh-grade talent is indeed a bit too unusual in the academy.

"That's quite a surprise," Heller murmured, anticipating Claire's next move.

After several outbursts, Claire did not stop.

As the score increases, the element blocks fall faster and faster.

This was a huge test for Claire's weak mental control.

However, relying on his gaming experience from his previous life, he still managed to maintain the rhythm and place the element blocks in the right positions.

1500...2000...2500...

When her score broke through the three thousand mark and reached the entry standard Heller had mentioned, Claire's mental energy was finally exhausted.

A gold element cube went out of control due to the interruption of mental energy, falling straight down and breaking through the warning line.

boom!

game over.

Final score: 3140 points

Claire released her grip, swayed, and felt a wave of dizziness.

After calming down, he looked at Julian, whose face was ashen, and smiled slightly.

"Do you understand now? That's why special cases are special cases."

Julian felt as if he had been slapped hard across the face, and it burned with pain.

He had just been mocking Claire for being clumsy, but Claire retaliated by scoring more than twice as many points as him.

How could he, who was always proud and arrogant, tolerate such humiliation?

"This...this is just a game!" Julian cried out in frustration. "This means nothing! Potions isn't about these kinds of opportunistic tricks!"

"Your mental strength is so weak that when it comes to extracting materials, you can't even separate the impurities. No matter how well you arrange the blocks, can you extract the toxins from the blue-veined seaweed?"

Heller then spoke up: "Julian, it's not your place to define what Potions is, is it?"

Julian immediately fell silent, but his face still turned red.

"However," Heller changed the subject, looking at Claire, "he wasn't wrong. For a potion master, your talent is indeed lacking."

"If you had a fifth-grade talent, breaking through five thousand points just now would have been more than enough. Even if you could research a wonderful prescription, you would not be able to grasp the timing when refining it."

"So, although you did very well just now, as your senior, I still advise you to wait until you advance to intermediate apprentice and confirm your elemental affinity before considering the path of a potion master."

Heller's words are objective, but also harsh.

Claire didn't react much, bowed to Heller, and returned to her seat.

Julian, however, beamed and regained some confidence, immediately replying, "Claire, your performance in the game was indeed excellent, but reality, as the professor said, is completely different."

"If you're not convinced, let's make a real bet!"

Claire paused.

"What are we betting on?"

Julian was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Let's bet on who gets promoted to intermediate apprentice first!"

He stood up, seemingly regaining his pride as a genius from a wealthy family, and spread his hands to look around:

"Everyone, be my witness! Claire was recommended to enter the school by a formal wizard, and she became a junior apprentice a year and a half earlier than me. I consider myself exceptionally talented, so I don't think this duel is unfair."

People were discussing it, and they all clearly understood what "a year and a half" meant.

"If you lose," Julian sneered, "you'll admit you're not talented enough, accept everyone's opinion of you, and never set foot in a Potions class again for the next year!"

"What if you lose?"