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

Julian's expression changed, and he quickly held the test tube up to the light to observe it.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the crystal-clear blue liquid, there were a few barely perceptible white flocculent particles floating.

His smile froze on his face, and his fingers gripping the test tube turned white from the force.

"you……"

"Quiet."

Heller appeared on the podium at some point, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire room, and the classroom fell silent instantly.

"It seems some people are already eager to show off their talents."

He was carrying a square iron cage covered with a black cloth, from which unsettling scratching sounds could be heard from time to time.

Julian glared at Claire fiercely before sitting back down in his seat.

Claire also led Rod to sit in the last row, avoiding people's gaze.

"Alright, you idiots." Heller lifted the black cloth covering the iron cage. "In the last lesson, that game proved that most of you are worse than monkeys at controlling your mental power."

"So in this lesson, we're going to do something exciting and see if we can unleash your pitiful potential."

As the black cloth fell, everyone gasped.

Inside the iron cage were dozens of crab-like creatures, their backs patterned like a ghost face.

Their surfaces were covered with a layer of dark green slime, and many thin, bright red tentacles protruded from the crevices of their shells, waving wildly, looking extremely disgusting.

"Ghost Crab," Heller said casually, "a popular specialty of the Bone Wasteland. The oil under their shells can be made into high-energy fuel, a common ingredient in potion making."

"The task is simple: extract at least five milliliters of crude oil without killing the Ghost Crab."

"After a week of studying the textbook, I don't need to go over the basic anatomy techniques, right?"

Heller paused, then gave an awkward smile: "I almost forgot to remind you, the Ghost Crab's nerves are extremely sensitive; it will self-destruct at the slightest provocation..."

The classroom was deathly silent.

Rod raised his hand tremblingly: "Professor...don't we have any protective measures?"

"Protection?" Heller scoffed. "A true potions master always dances on the edge of a knife. If you can't even handle this much risk, you should go home and drink your milk!"

With a wave of his wand, the iron cage opened on its own, and dozens of ghost crabs, enveloped by an invisible force, landed precisely on the experimental tables in front of each apprentice.

"Alright, let's begin."

Suddenly, the sound of rummaging through tools filled the classroom.

The Introduction to Potions course includes a basic toolkit, containing sedatives, a support frame, containers, and a set of dissecting tools.

Julian calmly opened an exquisite silver box, took out a stick of incense, and lit it.

A wisp of purple smoke drifted by, and the previously restless Ghost-Faced Crab immediately became dazed.

Instead of using a scalpel, he closed his eyes and focused his mental energy.

But the demon-faced crab in front of Julian did not react at all. After a while, two streams of black liquid slowly flowed out from the corners of its eyes.

The liquid, suspended in the air, coalesced into two perfect droplets, which fell into the test tube that Julian had prepared beforehand.

"It's traction!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, "This is a technique that only intermediate apprentices can use, and he's already mastered it?"

"This level of mental strength... Could it be that he really can advance to the intermediate apprentice level within a month?"

Heller watched this scene and nodded, a rare occurrence for him: "Although it's a bit rough around the edges, the direction is right. It seems your mental strength has improved quite a bit this week."

He waved his wand, took Julian's test tube, and examined it carefully against the light.

"Not bad. Although your traction technique is slow, the precision is not compromised. The purity of this sample is close to perfect."

Julian didn't show much joy at receiving the affirmation, as if it were just a matter of course.

He turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd, and looked at Claire.

Although he looked down on this kind of guy who got in through connections, he was still somewhat hoping that the other person could show a unique understanding, just like last week.

This time, however, I was disappointed.

Claire, like everyone else, was methodically fixing the demon crab according to the instructions in the book, injecting it with a sedative, and preparing to dissect it.

Claire was far from being as calm as she appeared.

He has read the textbooks this week, but he basically just skimmed through them and then put them aside.

When studying the book list on the panel, the speed at which he read and absorbed the book was like poison; once he tasted it, he couldn't extricate himself and couldn't read any other books at all.

Unfortunately.

While the method of live dissection of the Ghost Crab is very basic for potion masters, it just happens to not exist in the knowledge universe covered by the panel's book list.

He could only vaguely recall that he had to use magic to envelop the scalpel, make an incision at a certain point on the Ghost Crab's abdomen, and protect the Ghost Crab's wound with magic while performing the dissection.

Clara picked up the knife, hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the apprentices around her out of the corner of her eye.

Damn it, it's already inside.

The arrow is on the bowstring.

Giving up on copying homework, Claire gritted her teeth and began to cut.

However, not long after his scalpel pierced the devil crab's abdomen, the crab jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!

Click!

The sharp crab claws clamped down hard on Claire's fingers.

Claire instinctively pulled her hand back, avoiding the pain of having her finger severed, but her cuff was ripped open and the brace was knocked to the ground.

Snapped!

Dark green slime splattered all over the floor, and the ghost crab took the opportunity to crawl under the table, defiantly spewing out a foul-smelling black fumes.

The classroom fell silent instantly, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Haha! Is this how a gaming master plays?"

"You can't even handle a crab, and you want to be a potion master?"

"Looks like I was just lucky in that game last time; I was exposed as soon as it came to real combat."

Julian laughed so hard he almost fell over.

He shook his head dramatically: "Claire, do you think I was reckless and presumptuous to make a bet with you?"

"I have already investigated your background thoroughly, including the results of your last mental strength test."

"Give up. With your seventh-grade talent, without a mental potion, you won't be able to advance to intermediate apprentice in two months!"

"If you admit defeat now, I can consider sponsoring some of your academic credits."

Amidst the laughter, Rhodes frantically helped Claire clean up the mess on the floor: "Claire, are you...are you alright?"

Claire looked at her trembling hands, her brow furrowed.

The demon crab didn't fight back immediately, so I'm sure I remembered the spot where I made the cut correctly.

However, the lack of skill and the inherent numerical deficiency in mental power seemed to have resulted in inadequate magical protection of the wound.

Heller had somehow walked up to the table.

He looked down at the disheveled Claire, his face showing undisguised disappointment.

"I heard you've been spending the whole week in the library?"

"...Yes, Professor."

"All talk and no action, all theory and no practice," Heller coldly commented. "Your mental strength is unstable, and you can't even control the most basic aspects. It seems I overestimated you last time."

"You have a serious problem understanding the essence of potions. Clean this place up and go back to reflect on your actions."

Heller turned and left without looking at Claire again.