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

The central plaza of the Void Spear is located on the top floor of the starship.

A transparent high-energy particle curtain isolates the interior of the starship from the outside world.

Through this celestial canopy, Claire witnessed the true face of the spirit world for the first time.

However, according to Kyle, this is only the surface of the spirit world, the place closest to the material plane.

It was a bizarre and colorful ocean.

According to the "Mysteries of the Spirit World," the surface of the spirit world is formed by the irregular interweaving of projections from the material plane.

In a short time, Claire had seen a face the size of a planet, a distorted clock with its hands pointing backwards...

More often than not, there are indescribable geometric shapes, constantly collapsing and reassembling.

"Don't stare!" Kyle pressed down on Claire's shoulder and hissed, "The spatial concept of the spirit world is very vague. Even if you're on the surface, you might still come into contact with things deeper down!"

"There is the most terrifying pollution in the entire universe there! Just one glance could contaminate you."

Claire quickly lowered her head, forcibly pushing the scene she had just seen out of her mind.

But the curiosity that had been aroused was impossible to suppress.

The most terrifying pollution in the entire universe...

What exactly is the spirit world, the source of wizards' power?

At this moment, thousands of people have gathered in the square.

Apart from a few newcomers like Claire who were still adjusting to the shock of the spirit world, most people stared fervently at the center of the square.

There, O'Brien the Conqueror appeared out of nowhere.

Behind him stood twelve unfathomable white-robed wizards.

They were arranged according to some mysterious star positions, together constructing a massive magic array.

"The time has come."

O'Brien's voice echoed across the square, drowning out the murmurs coming from the spirit realm.

He slowly opened his arms, and his eyes burst forth with an unprecedented light.

"We respectfully invite—the Lord of the Crimson Lotus!"

At his call, the twelve white-robed wizards simultaneously raised their wands, projecting crimson light upwards.

The red light was drawn by some invisible force, drawing a burning lotus pattern in mid-air.

boom!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

The spiritual storm outside the starship froze in that instant.

Claire felt as if her soul was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even moving a finger became a luxury.

This is not merely a suppression of power, but a world of difference in the level of life.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, an unimaginably enormous phantom slowly emerged in the void above the starship.

It was a red lotus.

It is rooted in the void, its petals composed of pure flames of destruction.

It was so large that, by comparison, the Void Spear starship, which stretched for several kilometers, was like a speck of dust next to this red lotus.

"So this is what a spirit-gathering wizard is like...?"

Claire stared at the phantom of the fiery lotus, her heart filled with turmoil.

If a level three wizard is still within the comprehension of these apprentices...

Therefore, Spirit Gathering Wizards above the third level have already touched upon the essence of the world's rules and can even fight against the entire world on their own!

"That's just a projection of the Crimson Lotus Lord's will." Kyle's voice was filled with endless awe. "It is said that the Tower Master's true form is currently battling against the guardian of a large world."

"But even a single projection of his was enough to suppress the rules of this corrupted spore world."

The phantom of the red lotus projected several crimson rays of light outward, which transformed into a pair of giant fiery hands that tore through the gray mist on the surface of the spirit realm.

Behind the gray fog, a planet shrouded in green mist was revealed.

Exposed to the radiance of the crimson lotus phantom, the once peaceful green planet trembled violently.

Even from this distance, Claire could almost hear the lamentations emanating from that world's will.

"The passage is open."

O'Brien's cold voice rang out at the opportune moment, filled with a chilling aura.

"go ahead!"

boom!

The Void Spear, which had been poised to strike, emitted a blinding blue light from its tail.

The massive ship shuddered slightly, then transformed into a shooting star, following the trajectory guided by the crimson lotus light, and plunged fiercely into the world of corrupted spores.

As we passed through the dense green fog covering the planet's surface, a violent jolt came.

Through the sky, Claire saw countless tiny black lightning bolts exploding on the starship's shields.

That was the world's will making its final struggle.

But under the suppression of the illusory red lotus, such resistance seemed so powerless.

A few seconds later, a dim yellow sky appeared outside the canopy, along with an endless dark green fungal carpet forest below.

"All combat teams, enter the drop pods!"

"Repeat! All combat teams, enter the drop pods!"

"Prepare for airdrop according to the predetermined coordinates!"

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"Prepare for impact resistance! Calibrate gravity!"

Kyle's roar echoed through the violently vibrating metal cabin, but was quickly drowned out by the piercing shriek of the friction between the outer walls and the atmosphere.

The cone-shaped standard delivery capsule, wreathed in scorching flames, crashed into the dark green fungal carpet jungle.

"Two thousand meters...one thousand meters...five hundred meters!"

Kyle stared intently at the gauges. "Activate the anti-gravity buffer!"

With a series of crackling sounds, a burst of bright light erupted from the bottom of the drop pod, offsetting most of the kinetic energy. The remaining impact force caused the entire pod to sink deep into the ground.

However, the drop capsule did not hit the hard rock layer. Instead, it seemed to smash into a large piece of rotten fat, making an unpleasant "plop" sound.

sizzle...

When the cabin came to a complete stop, the surface defense array was also completely extinguished, the crystal circuit was destroyed, and the cabin door opened automatically.

A strange, rotten, sweet smell wafted in.

"It smells nauseating." Silas covered his nose in disgust, his wand glowing with an orange-red light that dispelled the foul fumes that had rushed in.

"Stop complaining," Kyle kicked the hatch open completely. "The drop pod is completely unusable, and we won't be able to get back anytime soon. Even if it's a cesspool outside, we'll jump in. Let's go."

Grote let out a strange laugh and was the first to take a big step forward.

Claire followed closely behind, setting foot on the land of the other world.

The feel underfoot was terrible.

The ground was covered with a thick, grayish-white fungal carpet that felt soft and spongy underfoot. It was not only warm to the touch but also seemed to be wriggling slightly.

With each step, a sticky, yellowish-green liquid would squeeze out from the soles of the shoes, making a squelching sound.

Looking around, all you see are fleshy, umbrella-shaped fungi.

Their surfaces are covered with pulsating blood vessels, greedily inhaling and exhaling the thick mist in the air.

"This magical environment..." Cecilia stretched out her hand, feeling the obscure sensation through her fingertips, "is filled with inertia and exclusivity. The plants here have developed a kind of pan-consciousness; they are rejecting us outsiders."

She lightly tapped the ground with her wand, and a layer of black frost quickly spread, freezing the fungal carpet flowing beneath everyone's feet into a hard block. "Be careful, this thing is alive."

"This godforsaken place really has a Sporeling tribe, and what kind of priests are they?" Silas complained.

"Lina," Kyle ignored him, "go ahead and check things out, don't stray too far from us."

"understood."

Lina's figure twisted and turned, as if melting into the dim light, and silently drifted towards the dense fleshy jungle ahead.

"Let's go too."

Kyle walked in the middle, Grote led the way, Silas and Cecilia flanked her on either side, and Claire strolled leisurely at the back.

People would stop from time to time to collect samples that seemed valuable.

Unfortunately, the live spore gold and life essence that O'Brien had requested from the entire legion were clearly not here.

Suddenly, Lina's urgent mental fluctuations came from the shadows ahead: "Trouble is brewing. There are things underground, quite a few of them."

Before he could finish speaking...

Hiss!

The previously calm ground covered with fungal carpet suddenly cracked open.

Seven or eight eerie, deathly white figures emerged like ghosts, making no sound, and pounced directly on Grote, who was closest to them.

It was a monster made up of countless white mycelium tightly intertwined, barely maintaining the form of a four-legged beast. It had no facial features, only a large mouth covered with barbed suckers split open at the head.

"What the hell is that!" Grote cursed, instinctively swinging his flaming fist to smash it.

puff!

This powerful punch felt like it had landed on a wad of waterlogged, rotten cotton.

The monster's body was instantly shattered, but instead of feeling pain, it used the momentum to wrap around Grote's arm, with countless mycelia trying to burrow into his pores like needles.

"I've told you countless times, brute force won't solve anything." Silas chuckled lightly. "Watch closely, this kind of wet, mushy trash is most afraid of this!"

He waved his wand, and a blazing ring of fire exploded outwards from him.

The monsters made of mycelium emitted a foul stench, similar to burnt feathers, the moment they came into contact with the flames.

The water stored in their bodies evaporated instantly, and their body structure disintegrated directly into black ash.

"That's all there is to it." Silas smugly blew the smoke off his staff.

But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred.

A clump of mycelium that had escaped the fire after being scattered by Grote silently reformed and then pounced on Claire at the back of the group.

"Watch out!" Kyle shouted as he turned around.

Claire remained calm, raising her hand to face the oncoming giant web of mycelium, and making a light tap in the air with her index finger.

A gentle breeze carried an inconspicuous green seed and softly placed it into the center of the giant, swarming mycelium web.

The next second, the mycelium monster that was about to devour flesh and blood suddenly froze in mid-air.

Its immense life force seemed to find an outlet in that instant, surging wildly towards that insignificant seed.

Immediately afterwards, the mycelium quickly turned gray and withered, growing into a strange, blood-red thorn flower, which withered away along with it.

"Is this witchcraft you researched yourself?" Kyle gave Claire a deep look. "That's ruthless."

Developing one's own witchcraft is not uncommon, but he had never seen anyone do it so quickly, like Claire, who had just been promoted to intermediate apprentice.

Moreover, not only was this witchcraft quite powerful, but Kyle couldn't even figure out the underlying principles.

Claire's figure was also reflected in Cecilia's cold eyes.

Claire smiled. "I've already done that."

"Alright, stop wasting time here." Silas flicked the charred mycelium off his arm and snorted unhappily. "These scum can't even be exchanged for a single magic stone."

The team continued onward.

After the incident, the teammates looked at Claire with noticeably more approval.

In the wizarding world, strength is the best passport.

After passing through this fleshy jungle, the view suddenly opened up before us.

It was a wide basin, like a festering wound on this carpet-like continent.

In the center of the basin stands a giant fungal body, its shape horribly ugly.

As this thing expands and contracts like it's breathing, the countless holes on its surface open and close rhythmically, spewing out smoke of various colors.

With the wizard's eye, it can be seen that this smoke is made entirely of spores.

"This thing is a living arsenal," Silas exclaimed in disbelief. "It's disgusting, can't we just burn it down?"

"Unless you burn the whole world down, there's no point in targeting it," Kyle said. "Observe further and don't act rashly."

The group continued to gaze into the distance from where they were.

Claire noticed that on either side of the giant mushroom, there was a purplish-red fleshy growth, each the size of a carriage, throbbing violently.

Each pulsation causes the surrounding fungal carpet to tremble.

Beside each of the two tumors, there was a monster as big as a small mountain.

Its lower body was rooted to the ground, its upper body was bloated and fat, and its head had three huge, overlapping umbrella-like canopies. Several tentacles floated about inexplicably.

Hundreds of faceless, sponge-like spore-men were busily carrying unidentified objects and throwing them into the digestive pool beneath the tumor.

The shadow beside Kyle twisted; Lina had returned.

She said, "That growth is key; it's powering the whole nest, that giant mushroom. Destroy it, and this disgusting whole thing will collapse."

"Let's get to work!" Silas said impatiently, instinctively irritated by the sight of the mycelium. "Burn them all!"

"Don't be careless," Cecilia said coldly. "There are parasitic spores in that mist. If you accidentally inhale one, who knows what will happen?"

Kyle glanced at everyone, his gaze finally settling on Claire: "Claire, how about you take that tumor on the right? Your spell from earlier is perfect for this."

"That suits me perfectly." Claire nodded.

"Then you two can keep the one on the left. Keep it safe, we still need to collect samples."

"Okay, okay."

"Let's begin."

Kyle slammed his wand into the ground.

Rumble!

The ground in the center of the basin suddenly surged, and dozens of sharp stalagmites pierced the fungal carpet like the fangs of a giant beast, instantly turning more than a dozen spore-men wandering on the periphery into skewers of meat.

"Ugh!"

The two guardians beside the tumor let out a shriek, and their canopies suddenly opened, releasing a thick green poisonous mist like a tsunami.