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

A week later.

Claire and Rhodes stepped into their respective legions' war hall.

The room was bustling with people, and the colorful wizard robes swaying in the breeze added to the lively atmosphere.

Claire noticed that this hall was much larger than the previous world of corrupted spores.

In addition to thousands of wizard apprentices, there were also endless arrays of alchemical puppets on both sides, radiating a cold metallic luster.

The two walked past the puppet and found an empty spot in a corner.

Rhodes seemed very nervous, constantly adjusting the collar of his wizard's robes: "Claire, isn't this a bit too much? Was it like this the last time you went?"

"It's a support role now, why are you meddling so much?" Claire was a little speechless. "Can't you show some of your previous confidence?"

"Huh?"

Just then, a slightly surprised voice came from beside them: "A mid-level apprentice already has a trainee potion master certification, why are you still stuck in the support staff?"

Claire turned her head.

The speaker was a tall, thin man dressed in a dark blue wizard's robe.

He was holding a thick book, wearing glasses, and looked unassuming, reserved, and refined.

The advanced apprentice badge on his chest was a bit too flashy.

"I am Erwin." The tall, thin man closed his book, revealing a friendly smile. "It may be presumptuous, but I am genuinely curious. Doesn't this legion have a shortage of potion makers?"

Just as Rod was about to speak, Claire calmly stopped him.

"My friend and I are all fighting for the first time, so it's always good to be cautious," he said.

"interesting."

Alvin pushed up his glasses, his smile unchanged: "I only recently passed the apprentice potion master exam, and I'm looking for a research partner to work with."

"How about we exchange contact information? Perhaps we'll have the opportunity to cooperate during this interdimensional conquest."

"It would be my pleasure." Claire naturally had no reason to refuse the overtures of a senior apprentice.

After all, in the battlefield of another world, high-level wizards would never be so polite to low-level wizards.

After exchanging communication magic stones, Erwin's interest remained high, and he pulled Claire aside to chat about potion-related topics.

As the two were chatting casually, Claire suddenly felt a jolt in her heart.

The noisy chatter in the hall didn't stop, but Claire felt as if everything around her had frozen.

An extremely jarring illusion, as if the world had been torn apart, enveloped everyone present.

Thousands of wizarding apprentices, including full-fledged wizards, shivered in unison, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the main seat in the center of the hall.

The man had somehow gotten up and sat down on it, and the space around him emitted a heart-stopping tearing sound.

The man's gaze swept casually over everyone, and no one could make out his face.

He was like a black hole, naturally capturing and devouring everything and every will that drifted around him.

This inexplicable sense of oppression vanished before anyone could react.

"This uncontrolled force is dissipating..."

Erwin's hands trembled as he held the book: "This lord is only one step away from gathering spirits!"

Claire, recovering her composure, asked, "You know him?"

"I don't know him," Erwin shook his head, his face as pale as paper. "He's either a visitor from outside the island, or he's been in seclusion in the Crimson Tower for who knows how many years."

"But in any case, this interdimensional conquest will be a crucial step for him to achieve the Gathering of Spirits."

Upon hearing this, Claire's expression also turned ugly.

A Spirit Gathering Wizard's advancement brings many opportunities, but also immense dangers.

After all, if a new Spirit Gathering Wizard could be created, Five Flower Island wouldn't begrudge its thousands of wizard apprentices or even full-fledged wizards.

As he pondered, the man in the main seat finally spoke slowly:

"I am Thalos. This world... there's not much to say."

"We will take down the World Tree within a week."

After saying that, he seemed to have no interest in staying any longer and disappeared without warning, just as he had come.

All that remained was the space that was still trembling slightly, and a group of wizard apprentices looking at each other in bewilderment, drenched in cold sweat.

"This...that's it?" Rhodes was somewhat bewildered. "No pep rally? No tactical arrangements?"

"To someone like him, we low-level wizards are probably just a swarm of insects," Erwin said with a complicated expression. "The swarm doesn't need tactics; it just needs to devour what's in front of it."

He looked at Claire and said with a wry smile, "It seems we won't be able to meet again so easily."

……

……

Beyond the endless sea of ​​stars, in the world of the Silver Tree Ring, lies Silver Tree Island.

This place is forever bathed in soft, silvery moonlight.

The island is covered with dense magical forests, where countless glowing butterflies flutter among the trees, and clear streams flow with magically rich spring water.

At the very center of the island stands a colossal silver tree that blocks out the sky.

Its canopy almost covers half the island, and each leaf looks as if it were carved from the purest crystal, radiating a holy glow.

This is the sacred land of the elves—the Silvermoon Royal Court.

In the secluded palace, a beautiful young female elf, dressed in a moon-white gown, rested her chin on her hand, gazing intently ahead.

She had long, flowing silver hair, and two exquisite star-shaped earrings hung from her pointed ears. Her violet eyes, at that moment, reflected only one figure.

That was her lover, and also the pride of the entire younger generation of the Elven race—one of the disciples of the Saint, Elian.

Elian sat upright on a futon carved from a thousand-year-old piece of wood, his eyes closed, surrounded by visible particles of natural elements.

He was almost perfectly handsome, with a touch of melancholy in his eyes, which made Princess Anastasia's heart flutter.

"It's so beautiful..."

Anastasia thought sweetly to herself, "Once his training is over, I'll go and beg my father to agree to our marriage. After all, he's a disciple of a saint; he's bound to become a new legend..."

Just as this naive princess was dreaming about the future...

hum.

The elemental aura surrounding Elian suddenly fluctuated violently before vanishing with a bang.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his once calm, watery green eyes were now filled with surprise and unease.

"Elian? What's wrong?"

Anastasia was startled and quickly went over to him, asking with concern, "Did something go wrong with your training? Or...?"

"No."

Elian shook his head, his face pale, and a fine layer of cold sweat even seeped from his forehead.

He instinctively grabbed Anastasia's hand, so hard that the princess felt a little pain.

"It's the teacher... the teacher is calling me."

"Your Holiness?" Anastasia blinked, oblivious to her lover's odd behavior, and instead revealed a hint of joy. "Isn't that a good thing? My teacher has been in seclusion for so long, and his sudden call for you must mean he has a new and important task for you!"

She nestled in Elian's arms, tracing circles on his chest with her finger, and smiled sweetly, "Perhaps, your teacher wants to officiate your promotion ceremony? Once you become a true legendary druid, Father will have no reason to stop us anymore."

"Hey, Elian, when are you going to marry me?"