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

"Oh?" Claire's heart skipped a beat. "What kind of positions are there?"

"Let me think... there's a junior potion ingredient processor, and... that's right!" Lily's eyes lit up. "You should be interested in this position, it's called 'Essence Collector'."

"Could it be that they're collecting the essence of the primordial tides?"

"That's right!" Lily nodded. "The branch office has a dedicated aquaculture area in Blue Ocean Realm, specifically for cultivating giant tidal clams."

"This thing really is a pearl?" Claire was somewhat surprised; he had always thought that Tidal Essence was some kind of elemental crystal.

"Yes, the essence is nurtured inside the giant tidal mussels," Lily said. "The harvesters' job is to dive down into the cultivation area and extract the pearls from the giant tidal mussels."

"Because giant clams release a strong mental shock when extracting pearls, and the breeding area is located in deep water, apprentices with good physical and mental strength are needed."

"If you get the job, you'll not only receive a generous reward of magic stones, but sometimes you'll also get some substandard pearls, which the company allows you to keep internally." Lily winked, her words full of implications.

Internal digestion?

He does not need it.

Once you collect the essence, just hand it over to the panel; who would notice?

"I'm very interested in this," Claire said, suppressing her excitement. "What's the application process? What are the requirements?"

"First, you need underwater work experience, which I'm sure you already have a lot of. Then, your mental strength needs to meet the requirements... I'm not sure about the specific standards, but more experienced apprentices should have no problem with that."

Lily took a card with the Charles family crest on it from her bag and wrote a line on the back.

"Just go to this address and submit the business card along with your resume. Although my cousin is from a branch of the family, his business card isn't very useful right now, but it should save you the trouble of the initial screening."

"Thank you, Lily." Claire took the card, a warm feeling welling up inside her. "This really means a lot to me."

"Hehe, it was nothing," Lily said with a smile, raising her glass. "If it helped you, consider it my apology!"

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"I will come back."

Claire stood on the maintenance platform, looking at the churning seawater below, silently reciting something to herself.

He took off the smelly diving suit, carefully wiped it clean, folded it, and put it back on the shelf in the warehouse.

Then, he pushed open the iron door to Borg's office.

"All packed up?" Borg was hunched over his desk, writing something rapidly. "Your salary is in that black box, see it?"

Claire picked up the box, didn't open it, and put it in her pocket.

"Thank you for taking care of me this week." He bowed in thanks.

Borg continued writing furiously without looking up.

As I walked out of the office, I bumped into Old Jack, who had just finished work.

"Are you leaving?" The old man pulled out a cigarette from his greasy pocket and handed it to Claire.

"Thank you for taking care of me this week."

"Still so polite." Old Jack withdrew his hand, lit his cigarette, took a drag, and said, "Judging by your appearance, you've found a new place to go?"

Claire thought for a moment: "I'll stick to working underwater."

"Um."

The two remained silent for a moment, when a cold wind swept through the smoke.

"Alright, let's go."

Claire took a few steps, but was stopped by old Jack.

This time, instead of cigarettes, they handed over a small, blunt-looking fishbone knife.

"Keep it as a souvenir."

The old man patted Claire on the shoulder and went into the office.

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With a loud grinding sound, the elevator slowly rose.

Claire arrived at the address provided by Lily.

Before me stood a five-story white tower, its exterior walls covered with blooming purple vines.

Two burly guards stood at the entrance, dressed in fine enchanted leather armor, their sharp eyes scanning the passersby.

Claire stepped forward, but before she could speak, she was stopped by a guard.

"What do you do?"

"Apply for the job." Claire took out the card Lily had given her from her pocket and handed it over.

The guard glanced at it, then returned the card to Claire and stepped aside to make way.

"Go inside and turn left, it's the third room. Please do not wander around, or you will be responsible for the consequences."

Stepping into the hall, one finds it extremely spacious, with a floor paved with solid jade that is so shiny it reflects light like a mirror.

The air is filled with a faint minty scent that invigorates the senses.

Following the guard's instructions, Claire went to the recruitment room, where she was greeted by a middle-aged witch wearing thick-rimmed glasses.

She didn't ask any further questions, but simply asked Claire to submit her resume and fill out the form in a businesslike manner.

"Essence collector..." The witch pushed up her glasses. "Are you sure you want to apply for this? Because of the merfolk rebellion, the magic tides in the deep sea are very unstable. This week, two collectors have already been sent for treatment due to mental breakdowns."

"I'm sure."

The witch didn't say much, but stamped the form: "Go to the backyard to complete the operation assessment."

Thank you.

Claire, holding the form, walked through the long corridor to the so-called backyard.

The area is covered by a huge transparent dome, with a deep pool in the center that is over fifty meters in diameter.

The pool was surrounded by intricate arrays of runes, and several large magic pumps were humming as they injected specially prepared seawater into it.

By this time, a number of people had already gathered around the pool.

They were shirtless, revealing their muscular physiques, and were intensely warming up.

"Next."

As the proctor's indifferent voice fell, a muscular mixed-race man took a deep breath and jumped into the water.

Claire walked to the edge of the crowd, not rushing forward, but observing quietly.

The water in the pool was very clear, and you could see the bottom of the pool clearly.

A row of huge, dark brown shellfish was anchored underwater.

Even the smallest of them are the size of a wheel, with a surface covered with rock-like textures. Their two thick shells are tightly closed, with only a tiny gap through which a faint blue light shines through.

This must be the so-called Tidal Giant Clam.

The big man swam very fast and in the blink of an eye he was next to the giant clam.

He took out a specially made metal crowbar and tried to pry it open by inserting it into the gap of the giant clam.

The moment the crowbar was inserted.

hum!

Even through the water and air dozens of meters deep, Claire could still feel an invisible spiritual fluctuation spreading from the bottom of the water.

The burly man underwater suddenly stiffened, then began to convulse violently as if he had been electrocuted.

The crowbar slipped from his hand, and he clutched his head, tumbling in the water in agony, his mouth agape as if screaming, bubbles gushing from his mouth.

"Pull it up."

Two guards standing on the shore immediately jumped into the water and dragged the burly man, who had already fainted with his eyes rolled back, out of the water.

"Too weak mental strength, couldn't even withstand the first impact. Eliminated." The proctor shook his head. "Next."