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

one day ago.

Starship Central Hall.

Although nearly ten thousand wizard apprentices had gathered around, there was hardly any conversation except for the occasional hum of magic.

Everyone was silently checking their stored magical artifacts, wands, and various life-saving potions or items.

Claire was also helping Rhodes adjust the runes on his ill-fitting standard robe.

While these things rely on personalized adjustments, most newcomers to the game are completely clueless when they first start out.

Claire was initially adjusted with Kyle's help, but simply copying that approach this time doesn't seem to suit Rhodes.

Of course, unless he says so, Rhodes probably won't know either.

At this moment, the red-haired man was excitedly looking around, and although he received many warnings for it, he still couldn't control himself.

"Alright, Rhodes," Claire said, turning his head back countless times. "Focus on yourself."

Rod nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I'll go wherever you go."

"Oh, right, I forgot to tell you..."

Just as Claire was about to tell him some of the precautions Kyle had mentioned, a powerful pressure suddenly enveloped the entire square.

The space in the center of the square rippled out like water as the Legion Conqueror and Level 3 Archmage Thalos appeared in everyone's sight in an extremely high-profile manner.

As usual, after scanning the legion around, Saros waved his hand and summoned a transparent crystal ball with a diameter of more than ten meters.

"Everyone, channel all your magic into the energy sphere. No restrictions on attributes or methods," Saros said.

His fiery pupils shifted slightly, giving Claire the feeling that this great wizard was seeing someone for the first time.

Thalos waved his wand, unleashing another enormous screen of light in mid-air.

"The input of magic power will be tallied and displayed here in real time."

"Intermediate apprentices, advanced apprentices, and formal wizards... I will divide you into three groups and count them separately."

"There is a limit to the amount of magic power that can be injected into the energy-gathering ball, and it varies from group to group."

"Those who rank in the top five percent of each group in terms of injection speed will receive my reward."

These few words instantly ignited the atmosphere in the entire venue.

A reward from a Level Three Archmage!

Although he didn't specify what it was, it was undeniably irresistibly attractive to formal wizards and their apprentices whose life levels were far below his.

"For the truth!"

A formal fire wizard was the first to raise his wand, and a thick pillar of fire blasted towards the crystal ball.

Immediately afterwards, countless beams of multicolored magical light shot into the sky.

Frost, lightning, storms, shadows... Nearly ten thousand wizard apprentices cast spells simultaneously, creating a spectacular scene as dazzling as fireworks.

"Claire! We're coming too!"

Rhodes was so excited that his face turned red, and he raised his wand and unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Claire chuckled and shook her head. This kind of competition had nothing to do with newly promoted guys like them…

"Um?"

Claire instinctively withdrew her wand and looked at the light screen in surprise.

At this point, in the area designated for intermediate apprentices, his name had already entered the top ten.

"How could it be so fast?"

He had just casually channeled his magic, and it started out normally, but after the initial magic came into contact with the energy ball, the transmission speed suddenly increased by more than a hundred times!

Claire immediately stopped and began to examine her mental sea.

There were no abnormalities.

Amidst the excited squeals and shouts around him, he tried to calm himself down and continued searching for the reason.

at last.

"I see."

He had only a small amount of the psionic energy he had previously stored up.

Can psychic energy accelerate the transfer of magical energy?

Could this be used to modify witchcraft...?

"Claire! What are you standing there for?"

"Ah, it's nothing," Claire quickly restored her magic transmission, "There was a slight mishap just now..."

Rhodes was absorbed in his ranking and paid no attention to it.

Unfortunately, Claire had too little remaining psionic energy and had wasted a lot of time, so she was unable to break back into the top 5%.

"What a pity!" Rod exclaimed regretfully; he was just a hair's breadth away from making it into the top 50%.

The energy-gathering sphere in mid-air stopped absorbing energy.

With the infusion of massive amounts of magic power, its empty, pale interior began to display a variety of colors and started to brew an energy storm.

"very good."

Saros looked at the fully charged crystal ball and nodded in satisfaction.

His calculations and design were perfect; the energy collected by the energy-gathering sphere was enough for his needs without being damaged.

He reached out and grasped, and the crystal ball containing the magic of nearly ten thousand wizard apprentices instantly shrank, transforming into a bead wreathed in red light, which fell into his hand.

next second.

Just like last time, Salos suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight without any warning, as if he had never been there.

However, everyone present had a strange feeling and looked up at the transparent starship dome.

……

……

The spirit world is a void on the surface, a gap between the material world and the illusory world.

Amidst a dazzling band of energy, Thalos stood proudly.

It is clearly inappropriate for someone with a level three life form to stand here without any protection.

Since arriving here, a dark red mist has been constantly emanating from his body.

Ignoring everything else, Salos stared intently at the two bubble-like world projections suspended in the gray mist before him.

"It's finally here."

Saros's eyes revealed undisguised greed.

"Spirit realm passage... dimensional barrier... truly wondrous rules."

"Is the path to gathering spirits located within it?"

He raised his hand and gently tossed the small bead away.

boom!

The little bead exploded the moment it came into contact with the bubble-like projection of the world.

The pure energy explosion stirred up the surrounding space, dispelling the iconic gray mist on the surface of the spirit realm.

The bubble burst, and the world of the Silver Tree Ring was clearly exposed to Thalos's view.

Upon closer inspection, the "film" on the surface of this world is riddled with holes.

And any one of these wounds can easily accommodate thousands of Thalos.

But he didn't rush in.

Instead, he closed his eyes, and countless mental tentacles extended from his back, probing into the cracks.

"Wonderful...so wonderful."

"Is this the rule of the world...?"

Just as Saros was immersed in his insights.

Two immense wills suddenly burst forth from within the crack, carrying boundless fury, forcefully interrupting Salos.

Void oscillation.

Two enormous beams of light materialized and took shape in front of Saros.

On the left is a giant hundreds of feet tall, whose body is made of blood-red battle aura and steel, which is the orc's war god.

To the right is a raging blue hurricane, within which an angry face can be vaguely seen—the Lord of the Storm.

Behind them followed a dozen or so beast-shaped figures of various forms; these were the minor gods of the orc pantheon.

"Intruders!"

The God of War roared like thunder, and the phantom of the golden giant axe in his hand pointed directly at Saros.

The divine power surged, even forcing back the surrounding turbulent energy currents.

"I am Grom, the God of War! This is my divine realm!"

"State your name! Even an evil god from beyond the realm must know to show reverence to the supreme god!"

The Lord of Storms also stirred up a hurricane, his voice shrill: "Leave this place! Otherwise, divine punishment will befall you, and your soul will wail eternally in the storm!"

Despite their fierce pronouncements, these two main gods were far from at peace.

As Level 3 life forms, they have an extremely keen sense of energy.

The creature before them, which was insignificant to them, contained energy like a black hole about to explode.

The overwhelming sense of oppression even made their divine essence tremble slightly.

Even the elven father god, blessed by the World Tree, is far less powerful than one-third of the person before him!

Saros slowly opened his eyes.

His displeasure at being interrupted intensified the flames burning in his eyes.

"snort!"

"A group of beings built upon a foundation of ignorant faith, do they even deserve to call themselves gods?"

"I've seen at least eight or ten of you lying on my dissection table."

"You! How dare you!"

The God of War was enraged.

As the supreme god who ruled the Ironblood Continent for hundreds of years, how could he have ever suffered such humiliation?

"Since you want to die, then so be it!"

"Gods, follow me to slay the demon!"

The God of War roared and brought his blood-red battle axe down with a fierce chop.

This all-out attack was powerful enough to split the continent in two.

The Lord of Storms followed closely behind, unleashing endless wind blades that swept in like a meat grinder.

The dozen or so gods behind them also unleashed their divine arts—fire, ice, curses… a variety of attacks converged into a destructive torrent, engulfing Saros.

Saros, however, showed no intention of dodging.

He simply raised his right hand, palm facing outward, and made a "push" motion.

hum!

A dark red, semi-transparent halo erupted outwards from him.

This repulsive sorcery of his signature was different from usual; it attempted to incorporate his understanding of the world's rules when he had just blasted open the dimensional barrier.

Rumble!

That torrent, powerful enough to destroy the world, seemed to have struck an insurmountable wall the moment it hit the red light.

What made the gods even more furious was that not only did all the divine spells fail to cause any damage, but they were also reflected back at an even faster speed!

Before the war god standing at the front could react, he was struck hard in the chest by the axe beam he had unleashed.

"puff!"

The enormous phantom of the god dimmed by a third in an instant, and golden divine blood spilled into the void.

Although the other gods had made hasty preparations, they were still overwhelmed by their own divine magic.

Just one move.

The orc pantheon was utterly routed.

Salos withdrew his hand, clearly somewhat disappointed.

The opponent was too weak, so the integration of the world rules had no effect whatsoever.

Just as he was about to easily deal with this group of arrogant native gods, a soft silver light rose from the other side of the world.

The silver light eventually transformed into a phantom of an elf wearing a moon-white robe and a crown of stars.

Lares, the Father of the Elves.

The ancient deity gazed at Thalos from afar, a deep sense of helplessness lurking in the proud eyes of the elves.

He was the strongest in the Silver Tree Ring for tens of thousands of years, and the endless loneliness drove him to look up at the starry sky.

Realizing that there are many other civilized worlds in the Star Sea besides the Silver Tree Ring, he became curious and strengthened his magic through the World Tree, establishing connections with the strongest beings in other worlds.

After multiple communications, Larris discovered that his world was insignificant in the grand scheme of things, and that there were many civilizations far more powerful than he could have imagined.

Among them is the origin of the invader before us—the wizard civilization.

"This powerful wizard."

Larris bowed slightly, performing a perfectly standard interstellar greeting—a gesture of submission from a subordinate to a superior.

This scene left the God of War and the Lord of Storms, who had just caught their breath, completely dumbfounded.

That proud old elf who had been arrogant his whole life actually... knelt down?

"I am the guardian of this world, Lares."

The voice of the elven father god was humble and submissive: "We have no intention of being enemies with wizards."

"If you have come for resources, the Elven race is willing to offer all the treasures accumulated by Silvertree Island over ten thousand years and to submit to your world as a vassal and pay tribute."

"We are willing to open a dimensional portal and establish in-depth cooperation with the wizarding civilization. We only ask that you show mercy and preserve the flame of our race."

Long-term communication with the stars had long since made him let go of the foolish arrogance of the elves.

Freedom, resilience... all of that is meaningless if your entire clan is wiped out!

The God of War and the Lord of Storms were stunned.

They exchanged a glance and temporarily abandoned the idea of ​​picking up weapons.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the air.

Saros looked at the bowing elven father god, and the crimson flame in his eyes flickered.

"You are very clever, much more knowledgeable than those two beasts."

Larris was overjoyed and unconsciously clenched his robes.

"but."

Saros abruptly changed the subject, his tone suddenly becoming extremely cold.

"Who gave you the illusion that you have the right to negotiate with me?"

The elven father god suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with astonishment.

"Wizards do not need to submit."

Thalos continued speaking, each word making Larris's heart sink.

"I don't want your tribute, I want everything you have."

"Your resources, your land, your bodies, and your souls... I decide what they are used for."

"In other words, would you negotiate with your guinea pigs?"

These words shattered Larris's last remaining illusions.

"You...you bunch of devils!"

The Elf Father's once gentle and refined face instantly twisted.

He moved swiftly, appearing beside the two orc gods, his soft silver light becoming dazzling.

"Did you all hear that?"

"We have no choice but to fight to the death!"

The God of War and the Lord of Storms now understood the situation.

They roared, and divine light surged from their bodies.

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

Three level-three deities attacked simultaneously, and a terrifying energy storm expanded in the void.

"Hahaha! That's right!"

"This is exactly what I wanted!"

Looking at the three gods burning with divine fire before him, Saros smiled excitedly.

A dark red halo appeared around him.

With a flick of his feet, Thalos charged into the void, heading towards the distant energy storm that had expanded to the size of almost half a world.