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

Claire crossed the wide square, the runes beneath her feet glowing faintly with each step.

Returning to the halls of war once again.

He pulled up the hood of his gray robe and scanned the noisy hall with his eyes.

There are significantly more people here today compared to before.

Among the groups of wizard apprentices, many slaves with their bodies branded with deep red runes were carrying heavy alchemical chests.

The cold air leaking from the gaps in the box instantly froze the ground, then quickly melted away.

"Claire! Over here!"

A familiar voice pierced through the noisy crowd.

Claire turned her head and saw Kyle standing under the huge stone pillar on the east side of the hall.

"Punctuality is a virtue of wizards."

Kyle greeted her with a smile, patted Claire on the shoulder, and then turned to introduce her to her four teammates behind her:

"Everyone, this is the apprentice potion master I mentioned to you, Claire Lewis."

Upon hearing this, all four of them had a glimmer of hope.

No one would not want a potion master in their team.

During the conquests, the otherworldly environment is constantly changing, and there are many times when wizard teams assigned to missions have to fight alone.

A potion master can treat injuries and adjust various potions at any time, and often one person can do the work of many.

"Welcome to the team, Claire."

The speaker was a petite witch, her entire body shrouded in a cloak that seemed to flow with black mist, and she spoke in a very polite tone.

"I am Lina, and I am skilled in shadow elemental magic."

Claire nodded slightly: "Nice to meet you."

"I am Grote," a burly man on the left, about the same size as Kyle, said in a deep voice.

He was a bit taller than Kyle, with skin the color of gray rock, and his exposed arms covered with rock-like textures.

"This guy has the bloodline of the Flame Demon, but it hasn't been fully awakened yet, so he can only train his body," Kyle explained.

It turns out he's a bloodline wizard.

The big guy looked rather fierce, but he gave Claire a kind smile.

"As for these two, they are our main firepower." Kyle pointed to the last man and woman.

The two looked about 70% alike, both with striking red hair, and appeared to be a brother and sister.

"Silas, you're skilled in fire magic." The wizard smiled broadly at Claire. "You should be able to make calming potions, right? My magic always tends to overheat, I really need them."

"As long as there are enough materials, there will be no problem," Claire said.

The remaining girl nodded demurely. "Cecilia is skilled in dark ice elemental magic."

Upon hearing this, Claire couldn't help but glance at her again.

The most famous and common forms of dark ice elemental magic are all curse-type spells.

It's a bit hard to reconcile with Cecilia's appearance.

"Well then, now that everyone's here, I'll say a few words as usual," Kyle cleared his throat.

"First, Claire, as a new member, there are some teamwork tips I need to explain to you..."

……

……

Half an hour later.

The group of six walked through the bustling hall and turned into a side corridor.

The rooms here were rented to the conquerors for necessary pre-war mobilization.

Passing through a light curtain that flowed like mercury, the six people entered a huge circular domed hall, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Above the dome is a simulated vast starry sky, with countless stars moving along mysterious trajectories.

By this time, hundreds of wizard squads like theirs had gathered in the hall.

Everyone stood quietly in place, looking towards the center of the hall.

There, space presents an eerie sense of distortion, and light is swallowed up when it passes through, as if it were a black hole leading to nothingness.

Claire felt a stinging sensation, like being pricked by needles, as her mental energy approached that area, and immediately withdrew her senses.

"That must be the conqueror we'll be pledging allegiance to, the third-level wizard O'Brien," Kyle whispered.

As time went by, the hall became somewhat crowded, and the starry sky on the dome suddenly stopped rotating.

hum-

A deep hum swept across the entire hall.

The distorted darkness in the center suddenly began to shrink, eventually coalescing into a human shape.

He was a man who looked to be only about thirty years old. From a distance, he appeared quite ordinary, somewhat different from the image Claire had imagined.

Descending into the center of thousands, O'Brien said nothing, but simply raised his withered wooden wand and lightly tapped the void.

Whoosh!

The star map above the hall shattered instantly, replaced by a huge three-dimensional holographic image.

It was a planet shrouded in a thick green mist.

[First Encounter with Code Name: The World of Corrupted Spores]

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, O'Brien slowly began to speak: "A small world. Reconnaissance intelligence indicates that the highest level of the indigenous inhabitants is level two."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall noticeably relaxed.

Most of those present were mid-level apprentices with little experience in conquering other worlds.

The highest level is level two, which means that this world can bring certain benefits without being too dangerous.

O'Brien continued, "This world has no oceans; the land is entirely covered by giant fungi and plants."

"Indigenous civilizations are in the primitive tribal stage. Although individual individuals are not strong, their numbers are large."

The video zoomed in, revealing a dense thicket of mushrooms and various unidentified creatures covered in mycelium.

"The Legion's main mission is to establish forward bases, eliminate indigenous tribes within the affected area, and collect the world's unique resources—living spore gold and life essence."

O'Brien paused, his indifferent eyes sweeping over the crowd: "Although it's a small world, I must warn you that the air in this world is full of parasitic spores."

"If you don't want mushrooms to grow inside your body, keep your air shield up at all times."

Claire stroked her chin.

Parasitic spores? That sounds like an interesting potion ingredient.

Should I also create a clone of myself in this world?

In the early stages of the invasion, after destroying the resistance forces in the other world, the wizard legions will begin colonization according to the wishes of their conquerors.

This will be a long process. Some conquerors have been so preoccupied with deciding whether to develop the technology independently or in a joint effort that their legions have disbanded.

During this period, legion members can temporarily leave and await a summons unless they are granted an important position.

"In the early stages of the war, the Legion will take 30% of everything it plunders in this world, and the rest is yours."

O'Brien threw out the final bait.

30%!

This percentage is very generous; often the legion takes 50% or 60% of the profits.

It seems that conquering this corrupted spore world was just a casual matter for O'Brien.

The thoughts of these high-ranking wizards are unpredictable. O'Brien's invasion of a world with a maximum level two life form might simply be driven by an irresistible urge.

"Do not doubt your worth, nor should you fear death."

O'Brien looked at the eager wizard apprentices below the stage, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"On the path to truth, even corpses are part of the roadbed."

"Everyone, get ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, the withered wooden wand in his hand suddenly slammed into the void.

next second.

Suddenly, the space beneath O'Brien's feet shattered like a mirror, and countless silver runes surged forth from the void, instantly filling the entire hall.

Claire felt as if the world before her eyes had collapsed in an instant.

A strong sense of dizziness assaulted my brain; it was a side effect of the drastic changes in the spatial rules.

He forced himself to stay awake, trying to observe the writhing spatial barrier behind the silver torrent.

Clearly, even understanding just a tiny bit of this would be of great benefit to future research into spatial magic.

It was only a moment later.

The feeling of being grounded returned.

All discomfort disappeared.

Claire opened her eyes and found herself standing on the metal deck.

Beyond the deck, separated by a transparent energy shield, lies a magnificent astral void.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Void Spear."

O'Brien's voice resounded through the amplification array, reaching every corner.

"We will be invading the world of Corruption Spores within a week. Prepare yourselves."

……

……

This is a standard rest cabin that is only about ten square meters in size.

Apart from a hardboard bed and a table embedded in the wall, there was nothing else.

At this moment, the cabin was dimly lit, with only the magic stone lamp on the table emitting a dim yellow light.

Under the light, there was a potted spiritual plant.

Claire sat at the front of the stage with her eyes closed.

The Scroll of Time is in operation.

Above the Sea of ​​Spirit, a phantom golden hourglass silently flows, its sands falling into the calm waters below.

Once the sand had all leaked out, Claire immediately opened her eyes, her pupils reflecting a pale golden light.

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger in the air.

Mental power leveraged magic, which landed on the potted plant on the table.

The next second, the emerald green spiritual plant quickly turned gray and withered in the blink of an eye.

Claire, however, did not relax, still staring intently at the withered spiritual plant.

puff!puff!

Suddenly, countless dark green thorns pierced out from inside the withered spiritual plant.

They danced wildly in the air, then bloomed into a dazzling red flower, before quickly withering and turning to ashes.

The whole process took no more than two breaths.

The spiritual plant vanished completely, leaving only a pile of ashes devoid of any remaining energy.

"It's a success."

Claire let out a sigh of relief and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

This is a completely new form of witchcraft that he developed by combining the inspiration he received from "The Scroll of Time" with some other witchcraft techniques.

He decided to name it "Seed of Withering and Flourishing".

Specifically designed for the world of decaying spores.

"The area is teeming with plants and spores; this move will be the decisive blow."

Claire looked at the ashes on the platform with satisfaction. This kind of witchcraft was not only covert, but also extremely lethal.

He took out a potion to restore his mental strength from his waist pouch, tilted his head back and drank it, calming the turbulent waves in his mind.

Just then, the communication runes on the door began to flash blue.

Claire waved her hand to dispel the soundproof barrier, and a message was projected directly into the air—a secret mark left by Kyle.

"Claire, come to the meeting room immediately, our team's mission has been assigned."

He quickly straightened his robes and went out the door.

The six rooms are in the same area, one room for each person, and there is also a meeting room.

Pushing open the door, the other five members of the team were already there.

"You've arrived." Kyle sat at the head of the long table, a pale blue holographic map floating in front of him. "Please sit down. Time is of the essence, so I'll get straight to the point."

Claire sat down in the empty seat next to Cecilia, her gaze fixed on the map.

It was a very rough topographical map, with most areas being blurry black, and only a few bright spots were specially marked.

"Gentlemen, just ten minutes ago, Legion Command issued the first landing mission." Kyle drew a circle on the edge of the map. "Our mission location is here—the edge of the area codenamed 'Grey Mushroom Swamp'."

"A reconnaissance mission?" asked the Shadow Witch Lina.

"It's not just reconnaissance." Kyle shook his head. "This area is located on the flank of our planned forward base."

"According to previous reconnaissance shuttle reports, there is a small to medium-sized Sporeling tribe here. Our mission has three main aspects."

He held up three fingers.

"First, survey the terrain and draw a detailed map of the area within a radius of fifty kilometers to confirm whether there are any hidden underground bacterial conduits."

"Second, collect at least twenty different fungal samples and live spore-forming human specimens to assess the biotoxicity level of the area."

"Third, and most importantly—" Kyle's voice deepened, "If the tribe we encounter has 'priests,' we should try to kill or capture them, while ensuring our own safety."

"The Legion needs to know the specific form of the Indigenous superhuman power."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

"A priest?" Silas frowned. "About what level of strength?"

"Based on the energy fluctuation analysis, it's roughly equivalent to a mid-level apprentice," Kyle replied. "But considering that it's their home turf, and the environment gives them an edge, it might be quite tricky."

"As long as they don't exceed the advanced apprentice level, we have nothing to fear." Silas sneered, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

"Don't be careless," his sister Cecilia calmly reminded him. "Indigenous witchcraft systems are often unpredictable, especially in this nature-based plane, where curses and poisons are hard to guard against."

"That's what I'm worried about too." Kyle looked at Claire. "Claire, you're our only potion master, and I've seen your file; you have an affinity for wood element."

"In this world full of plants, your senses may be more acute than ours."

Claire nodded slightly: "Don't worry, I will prepare a targeted broad-spectrum serum."

"Professional." Kyle nodded approvingly. "I've already requested three stasis chambers; that should be enough."

Just as the group was discussing the specific tactical details, a desolate yet grand horn sound suddenly resounded throughout the entire starship.

Woo-woo-woo-woo

This sound did not travel through the air, but rather resonated directly within the mind, carrying a kind of compelling, blood-pumping force.

"It's the Conquerors' Rallying Order!"

Kyle jumped to his feet, his expression changing drastically. "Lord O'Brien is about to begin opening the dimensional portal! Everyone must assemble at the central plaza!"

Claire's heart skipped a beat.

Is it finally about to begin?

The six people dared not delay and quickly rushed out of the conference room, joining the flow of people surging towards the central square in the corridor.