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

A blue light flashed, and Claire returned to the bottom of the volcanic crater, which was covered in ash.

The surrounding area was still filled with scorching hot rock walls and a strong aura of blood and flames.

But this time, Claire felt completely different.

Not long after he returned, the blood inflammation that had been driving him crazy was significantly reduced by the [Living Cyst].

Although he still felt hot, it no longer had a significant impact on his sanity.

It is estimated that it will not be long before the detoxifying substances secreted by the [live cysts] will be able to completely neutralize the blood inflammation.

With this hidden danger removed, Claire felt a long-lost sense of relief.

He turned around and looked at the massive, mountain-like ancient Behemoth skeleton beside him.

The panel was already flooded with material prompts, but he hadn't been able to collect them before, so he could only watch this treasure trove go unnoticed.

Things are different now, of course.

He walked toward the spine of the skeleton, his hands outstretched.

Two giant cyan wind blades took shape between his hands.

Compared to the thin wind blade during his intermediate apprenticeship, the wind blade now presents a near-solid bluish-black color, with even tiny spatial ripples cut out from its edges.

Claire swung her arms down suddenly.

"Snap!"

The ear-piercing sound of bones grinding together echoed throughout the bottom of the pit.

Two wind blades precisely cut into the connecting gaps of the spine.

Sparks flew everywhere.

After all, these bones had endured the erosion of time and the burning of blood flames, and the bone tissue inside was already porous.

With Claire's full-force cutting, the joint snapped open with a loud crash.

He followed the instructions and spent almost an hour finally cutting off the three vertebrae indicated on the panel.

The panel magically concealed these massive objects, each weighing several tons.

After doing all this, Claire's gaze shifted to the totem poles stuck in the ground around her.

These treasures, which once suppressed a powerful overlord of the Iron-Blooded Continent in ancient times, have lost their magical power, but the runes inscribed on them still have high research value.

But right now we're in a rush to save lives, so there's no time to study it slowly.

After collecting all the totem poles, the only remaining material for creating the Ancient Behemoth clone was the blood of the Golden Beast Clan.

He could roughly guess that since the orc priest had thought of separating so many of them and teleporting them deep into the volcano, he must not have just been hoping that the blood flames would slowly grind them to death.

The orc army responsible for cleaning up the mess should already be on its way.

They see lone wizard apprentices as prey, but in Claire's eyes now, the situation is completely reversed.

"Let's go."

Claire looked up at the dark hole above her.

He conjured a handful of seeds out of thin air, casually scattered them into the volcanic ash at his feet, and then infused them with magic.

Rumble!

The ashes beneath their feet suddenly exploded.

Dozens of thick, dark black vines burst from the ground, intertwining and spiraling upwards at an astonishing speed.

The vines are covered with barbs, which dig deep into the hard, glazed rock face, using the force to climb upwards.

In just a few breaths, a vine ladder leading straight to the crater was formed.

Claire leaped and landed firmly on the vines.

As if sensing his arrival, the vines stretched out many small tendrils in the direction he was moving, stabilizing the ladder to heaven.

The material gathering took longer than expected, so he had to hurry.

……

……

"Run!"

Fran shouted at the top of his lungs, but his eardrums had already been ravaged by the continuous loud noises, making it impossible for him to judge whether his dry throat was actually pushing his voice out.

His band of rangers were spotted by a group of wizard apprentices while they were out searching for water.

In order not to reveal the whereabouts of the main force, they were forced to flee in the opposite direction.

After two days on the run, the team was almost wiped out.

"what!"

A bolt of purple lightning struck a ranger next to Fran. He was engulfed in flames, screamed, and fell to the ground, soon becoming still.

"asshole!"

Fran suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, drew the last arrow from the quiver, and nocked it on the bowstring.

This arrow is the most prized possession of the Fran family, imbued with the magic that his family is so proud of.

His arms, which were fully drawn, trembled violently from extreme exhaustion.

From the dark woods, three figures dressed in gray robes emerged unhurriedly, their eyes mockingly surveying Fran.

"Run, long ears, why have you stopped running?"

Fran then realized that he was the only one left in the team.

"Your companions are all dead, so just surrender. There's nothing to be ashamed of." One of the witch apprentices looked at Fran's handsome face and licked her lips.

"dream!"

Fran, filled with grief and anger, released the bowstring, and the enchanted arrow transformed into a streak of light, aiming straight for the witch's apprentice's throat.

Ding.

A semi-transparent energy shield appeared in front of the wizard apprentice.

The arrow struck the shield, creating only a faint ripple before falling limply to the ground.

"Hmph, you ignorant natives, saving this weapon, which we've already cracked, for last. How utterly boring."

The witch apprentice's face turned cold, and she raised her wand: "If you don't know what's good for you, then your soul will suffer a bit."

Despite the absence of any trace of magic, Fran felt something growing within him, easily breaching his already crumbling defenses.

The next second, his legs went down to his knees uncontrollably, and his hands were also unable to move.

Fran closed his eyes in despair.

Faced with these evil wizards, he didn't even have the ability to commit suicide...

hum-

A clear, melodious sword cry suddenly rang out, pulling Fran's slumped heart back from its slump like a dragon's roar.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling silver light shone from behind, making Fran feel lighter and the strange feeling that had just arisen disappeared completely.

He regained control of his body.

"Who is it?"

The three wizard apprentices immediately noticed the anomaly and warily aimed their wands in the direction from which the silver light was coming.

Just then, a tall and slender figure gracefully landed on the open ground between Fran and the wizard apprentice.

The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white robe, and his full head of silver hair was casually tied back with a vine.

He held a longsword without a handguard upside down in his hand, the blade gleaming with silver light.

When Fran saw the man's profile, his eyes widened and he stopped breathing.

"E... Your Highness Elion?!"

Fran could hardly believe his eyes.

This outstanding young Silver Tree Elf disappeared after the fall of the royal court, and almost everyone thought he was dead.

I never expected to appear in a place like this.

"Another elf sent to its death? And it looks like a high-class one at that."

A fanatical glint returned to the witch apprentice's face: "Be careful! I must have this one alive!"

Despite saying that, the three wizard apprentices did not show any disdain.

They acted simultaneously.

Fireballs, lightning, and curses—three deadly spells—were launched in a triangular formation towards Elian, attempting to annihilate him.