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

Between the massive black stone pillars, a pale blue teleportation glow slowly dissipated.

Claire's figure solidified once again in the war hall of Five Flower Island.

Even with the protection of his mental energy, the dizziness from crossing dimensions still made him stagger.

The familiar concentration of pure magic in the air relaxed his tense nerves.

"It's still better on the island."

Claire sighed, pulled down her hood, and was about to leave when she caught a glimpse of the enormous clock in the center of the hall.

"The Moon of the Tree?!"

Claire stopped abruptly, a sense of horror washing over her.

He clearly remembered that when he set out for the world of corrupted spores, it was still the Earth Moon in late autumn.

Even including the time the starship spends navigating the surface of the spirit world and conducting reconnaissance missions, it will take no more than half a month.

Surely it couldn't have taken two and a half months to teleport?

Claire was completely confused and couldn't help but ask someone for advice.

Before the spirit world passage was completely stabilized, there was still a difference in the flow of time between Five Flower Island and the other world.

However, most conquerors choose to conquer other worlds within a week in terms of time and distance, otherwise the cost of building a portal to the spirit world would increase significantly.

Time debts like those in the Corrupted Spore World are extremely rare.

Is it really worth spending so much to conquer a small world with a maximum level of only level two life forms?

O'Brien's motives are unclear, but the only option left for the original spore clone to deal with is the specific circumstances.

Upon returning to the main world, Claire's first challenge is the academic pressure from the academy.

The month of the woods represents the new year and also signifies the end of the school term.

In other words, he not only wasted the remaining dozen or so credits, but also because he didn't complete any courses, he won't get a single credit next semester!

"Damn it, why didn't Kyle mention this beforehand..."

Claire's expression turned somewhat grim.

But he couldn't bring himself to blame the other party.

After all, the other party has no obligation to remind you of this kind of thing.

Forget it.

Let's put it aside for now.

Claire pulled out her renewed Blue Ocean Exploration Certificate.

The fruit over there should have ripened by now, after three months.

……

……

Half a day later.

Port of Whale City.

As Claire descended the starship's gangway, she was greeted not by the salty, damp sea breeze she remembered, but by a murky gust of air carrying the stench of decay and tar.

Looking up, the sky was covered with dark clouds, pressing down very low, as if they might fall into the sea at any moment.

The seawater was an unsettling inky black, and huge waves crashed against the rocks with a roar like that of a wild beast.

Claire squinted and looked around, confirming that the atmosphere had changed once again.

The docks, once filled with merchant ships flying various flags, are now filled with uniform black iron warships.

The road was piled with all sorts of supplies, and teams of heavily armored superhuman warriors, their faces hidden behind visors, silently carried them.

"Has the scale of the war expanded?"

Claire suppressed her doubts and moved closer to where there were more people.

Fortunately, although most of the civilian boats in the entire Whale City are concentrated in a very small area, there are still people willing to rent boats.

Claire rented a fishing boat and headed towards the place she remembered.

Along the way, the vast sea stretched out to the horizon, yet not a single ship could be seen.

Arriving at the location she remembered, Claire parked the boat and brought up the control panel.

A sea breeze blew by.

Whoosh!

A huge black shadow burst out of the water and landed on the deck.

It was Ula.

Compared to three months ago, it didn't look any different, but Claire always felt that something was wrong.

However, he didn't think much of it and reached out to press his hand on Ula's wet and slippery head.

boom!

A massive and chaotic flow of information surged into Claire's mind through the mental connection.

Disordered patterns, mysterious murmurs...

Claire continuously absorbed the knowledge that this clone automatically gathered from the seabed.

"very nice……"

Feeling the fruits of her labor, Claire couldn't help but smile.

[Achieved Extraordinary Trait: Sweet Pain]

Incompatible materials, discordant melodies, yet a unified beauty.

Sea-folk potion masters use themselves as furnaces, sacrificing the pain they inflict through self-mutilation in exchange for the blessings of that great being, thereby neutralizing the diametrically opposed medicinal properties.

Claire, thanks to this quality, does not need to be a furnace herself.

He only needs to collect the pain from within, just like the ancient sea monster potion masters, and offer it as a sacrifice.

"That's really good..."

As the clone was completely absorbed, a warm current flowed back into his body.

Claire felt her mental strength limit loosen again, taking a big step towards becoming an advanced apprentice.

"Hula, you did a great job, you can get some rest now."

Claire reached out to retrieve the "hard-working" clone, but her movement faltered.

Something was stuck in the gaps between the thick scales of the Ulana.

It was a fishbone knife with two characters engraved on the blade.

Return to the ruins.

"This is……"

Claire's pupils contracted slightly as she reached out and pulled the knife out.

This is the fishbone knife that old Jack gave him!

"How did this thing end up on you?" Claire stared at Ura.

Ula blinked his huge fish eyes in confusion, naturally unable to answer the question.

"Old Jack..."

Claire stroked the rough hilt of the knife, her mind filled with doubt.

When old Jack gave him this knife, he simply said it was a gift.

Although it was very helpful, Claire always thought it was just a slightly sharper ordinary bone knife.

Recalling the illusions encountered when I first studied the "Scroll of Time," and Old Jack's identity as a sea creature undercover agent.

A hypothesis popped into Claire's mind.

Could this fishbone knife be a token of the sea creatures?

What was Old Jack's purpose in giving him this?

Claire felt as if she had been unwittingly drawn into a vortex.

"I need to go to the cleaning department."

The new supervisor promised to keep an eye on Old Jack's movements and maybe find out something.

……

……

When Claire steered the fishing boat back to port, the sight before him stunned him.

The once bustling but orderly dock was now completely sealed off by dark red warning light screens.

The streets were deserted, except for fully armed military police patrolling.

These military police officers wore uniform black robes, silver masks with no expression on their faces, and held magic-suppressing locks in their hands.

"Military police? What are they doing here?"

Clayton sensed something was wrong.

These black crows never bring anything good!

"Don't move!"

A cold shout interrupted Claire's thoughts.

Two military policemen appeared before him like ghosts, their wands flashing a dangerous red light, pointed directly at Claire's forehead.

"identity."

The military policeman on the left asked coldly, his voice carrying a metallic chill through the mask.

Claire quickly pulled out her exploration credentials.