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

As the altitude decreases, the grandeur and cleanliness that once belonged to civilized cities gradually disappear.

The air became damp and foul-smelling, and the metal floor beneath our feet had changed from a shiny alloy to rusted cast iron.

Claire navigated through the labyrinthine network of massive metal pipes, following the map in the guidebook.

Finally, he found the sign hanging on a crooked iron hook next to a pressure relief valve that was continuously spewing out dark purple steam:

External Circulation Maintenance and Waste Disposal Department

This place, though called an office, looks more like a large metal box dug out of a junkyard.

Pushing open the creaking iron door, the room was dimly lit, with only a chandelier emitting a dim yellow light swaying on the ceiling.

A burly, middle-aged man with a full beard sat behind a table piled high with books, his arms covered in dark brown patches as he turned the pages.

"New here?" The middle-aged man asked without looking up.

"Claire Lewis, clean up the fouling organisms in the drain." Claire gently placed the wooden sign on the table.

The middle-aged man picked up the wooden sign and glanced at it: "Elementary apprentice, huh... I'm the foreman here, you can call me Borg."

"I must remind you, cleaning a drain isn't like fiddling with test tubes in a lab; those things down there have teeth."

"I understand, Mr. Borg."

"Good. Go register your information at that table, then go to the warehouse to collect your equipment." Borg pointed to the iron door behind him that was radiating cold air.

In the warehouse, Claire met her future colleagues.

Those were several men sitting on a bench smoking cheap cigarettes. Judging from the magical energy emanating from them, they must have all undergone bloodline modification.

This traditional method of helping ordinary people who lack wizarding talent reach the extraordinary is said to have existed before the birth of wizards.

The group's gazes lingered on Claire's thin frame for a moment before quickly shifting away.

"Oh, a young face." Only the oldest man squinted at Claire. "Kid, with your delicate skin, you probably couldn't even catch a flick of the tail from those carrion eels."

Claire had already changed out of her apprentice's grey robes, so they didn't recognize her and just thought she was a hapless newcomer.

"That's old Jack, the most experienced worker here. If you want to live, don't stray too far from him." Borg walked in at some point and casually pulled a wetsuit that smelled of pungent rubber off the shelf and tossed it to Claire.

Claire reached out and caught it. The garment was badly worn at the joints and even had dark red bloodstains.

In addition, he received a round magic stone and a scraper with a miniature magic circle attached.

"The Breathing Stone will only last for two hours," Borg cautioned. "You must allow some time for your return journey; manage it yourself. If you get lost down there, then pray that the gods of this sea will take in the soul of this intruder."

Claire nodded, her gaze briefly sweeping over the tattoos hidden beneath Borg's collar.

Even if every human citizen on Wuhua Island were required to receive general education, countless people would still believe in otherworldly "gods" during the colonization process.

The wizards didn't care.

"Okay, go try it now. I've already loaded the information into your helmet; just follow the instructions on it."

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Claire struggled to push open the maintenance door, revealing a suspended diving platform with dark blue seawater below.

A deep hum from an unidentified machine echoed here, and deep eddies rolled on the surface of the water, as if something was waiting below.

Claire pulled down her heavy helmet, and the noise from the outside world instantly faded away, replaced by the sound of heavy breathing.

A huge arrow popped up in front of me, pointing to the bottom of the water.

He took a deep breath, touched the breathing stone in his pocket, and leaped into the darkness.

The icy seawater instantly enveloped him, and even after turning on the searchlight immediately, his vision remained blurry.

The water in this area has an unpleasantly oily feel due to long-term industrial pollution.

In the distorted world before my eyes, the straight alloy pillars are covered with dense shells, and the surrounding intricate pipes are intertwined, some of which are slowly oozing a viscous, unidentified substance.

Following the arrow's direction, Claire adjusted the weights on her wetsuit and slid down the water flow towards the No. 3 sewage outlet.

There, the originally smooth and flat outer wall is now covered by a thick biofilm.

This is his mission: Shadow Anemone.

The largest of them were as big as millstones, their tentacles swaying in the murky water, their tips shimmering with colorful fluorescent light.

These creatures were extremely rare in the Blue Ocean Realm. But after the arrival of the wizard, they clearly found their paradise.

"Is it absorbing energy from waste liquid?"

He observed for a moment, then took out a scraper, the tip of which immediately emitted a bright red light.

Claire attached the rope to the handrail on the outer edge of the wall to steady herself.

He spotted a sea anemone that was shrinking and swung his shovel sharply.

squeak--

With a soft sizzling sound, the Shadow Anemone was completely eradicated, even spraying out a stream of electrified black slime.

Claire mechanically repeated the operation, cleaning the area bit by bit.

An hour and a half later, the area on the outer wall marked in red by the headset had been cleaned by him.

Claire rotated his aching arms. Despite the protection of the specially made wetsuit, the tedious work still left him physically and mentally exhausted.

However, he did not rush to surface. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, he summoned the control panel.

While cleaning up these dirty mollusks, he had an idea.

After a brief silence, the panel quickly displayed several lines of text:

[Data analysis complete]

[Blueprint being generated]

[Subtype Blueprint Generated: Devouring Marines (Blue Ocean Realm)]

[Description: A variant evolved from lower marine life. Due to long-term survival in polluted waters, a keratinous mucous membrane has evolved on the surface of its skin, which can block pollution and partially transform it.]

Success rate: 62%

Manufacturing materials:

Shadow Anemone Venom Gland (0/10)

Deep-sea coral heart (0/1)

Fish Spirit Spine (0/3)

Primal Tidal Essence (0/1)

"It actually works!"

Claire looked at the pale gold text on the panel with delight, feeling that she had come to the right place.

Before this, he really hadn't thought about where to place this low-level sea creature clone to ensure that it could absorb magic power and convert it into spiritual power undisturbed.

Here, the Devouring Sea Clan clones can hide among the corrupted creatures and obtain additional magical power from the waste liquid, accelerating the improvement of their mental strength!

As long as the clone is placed in the area he is responsible for cleaning, it will not be discovered.

A sudden burning sensation came from my chest; it was a warning that the breathing stone was about to run out of magic.

Without hesitation, Claire immediately followed the instructions and returned to port.

Whoosh!

He climbed onto the diving platform, took off his helmet, and greedily inhaled the air.

The air, which was originally smelly, now smelled exceptionally good.