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

The dark and sweltering volcanic mine tunnels are like a labyrinth with no end in sight.

Claire glanced at the dark red crystals on the surrounding rock walls; they were probably the source of the blood flames.

"This crystal contains extremely unstable fire element, and it could explode at any moment. Mining here is practically suicide..."

Orcs may be reckless, but they're not that stupid.

These so-called mine tunnels are probably not used for mining.

Suddenly, a burst of magical energy emanated from the depths of the mine ahead, followed by several mournful roars of beasts and the crisp sound of ice shattering.

This is a magical fluctuation belonging to a high-level apprentice, and it uses water elemental magic in the form of ice.

With these conditions combined, the identity of that advanced apprentice became quite clear.

What unsettled Claire was that, despite the opponent's near-formal wizarding spiritual strength, the magical power he emitted appeared noticeably weak...

He dared not delay any longer and hurried toward the source of the magic.

At the edge of the field of vision, a large number of orcs formed a battle formation, surrounding the ice crystal shields on three sides.

Isabella was in the center of the shield.

As he had sensed before, the aloof witch was now weak and in a rather disheveled state.

The golden beastmen who were besieging her seemed to be much stronger than those she had seen before.

Their eyes were blood red, and they held heavy chain hammers with barbs in their hands.

"Grab her! The Duke wants her alive!" roared an orc, swinging his chain mace.

The chain hammer slammed down on Isabella's outermost ice crystal shield with a whistling sound.

Isabella let out a muffled groan, and her body visibly swayed.

Her magic power had been exhausted to the limit, and she even felt waves of tearing pain in her sea of ​​consciousness, while blood flames were wreaking havoc within her body.

"Could I really die in a place like this?"

Isabella gritted her teeth, a hint of despair flashing in her eyes.

She would rather self-destruct than fall into the hands of these damned orcs.

Just then, a gray mist, without warning, surged out from the shadows at the edge.

It spread extremely quickly, reaching the orcs outside the encirclement in the blink of an eye.

After creating the Ancient Behemoth clone, Claire had essentially mastered the mental power output of the advanced apprentice level.

In terms of the precision of his sorcery alone, he was already comparable to advanced apprentices like Simon and Garrett.

He was promoted to senior apprentice in less than half a day, which is an astonishing speed.

Therefore, when Isabella saw the "Withering Poisonous Mist," she did not think of it as witchcraft, but assumed it was some kind of natural phenomenon within the volcano.

But then they saw the fierce orcs clutching their throats in pain and kneeling down without any resistance.

Isabella was taken aback as she unleashed her mental power, only to discover that the gray fog was filled with bizarre spores that clearly did not exist in this world.

They ignored the orcs' sturdy armor and skin, seeping into their bodies and draining their life force.

"Enemy attack! There's a wizard lurking in the shadows! Spread out and protect yourselves with your battle aura!" Finally, some orcs reacted and immediately unleashed a dazzling burst of dark red battle aura, forcefully pushing away the surrounding poisonous fog.

But the next second, he was horrified to discover that a flower had grown on his chest without his knowledge.

The bright red petals were exquisitely beautiful, yet a strong smell of blood emanated from them.

That's its blood.

"When...?"

As the petals withered, the orc's body collapsed limply, quickly turning to ashes.

Isabella's eyes narrowed.

She recognized this witchcraft.

But is that person really that strong?

A dozen dark black vines emerged from the poisonous fog, entangling the orcs who were still using their fighting spirit to resist the poisonous miasma.

Claire gave a gentle grip, and the vines tightened abruptly, tearing the entangled orc to shreds without any resistance.

Less than a minute.

The dozen or so guards of Duke Tarot were all wiped out.

Isabella stared blankly at everything before her.

She turned her head and looked at Claire, who was emerging from the poisonous fog, her eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"Is it really you?"

Less than half a day ago, Claire was just an ordinary intermediate apprentice.

And now, the magical energy he exudes is no weaker than Simon's!

Is he hiding his true strength? Or did he encounter some extraordinary adventure deep within the volcano?

Claire stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground and came to Isabella.

"Are you badly injured?"

Isabella was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

This was the first time she had been rescued during all her interdimensional conquests.

Moreover, this person needed my help just a few days ago.

She bit her pale lips and nodded: "My magic power is almost exhausted, and I can't suppress the blood flames in my body."

Claire nodded and handed her the calming and soothing potion.

"Meditate to recover, I'll be waiting for you."

Isabella hummed in agreement, tilted her head back and drank the potion in one gulp, then sat down cross-legged.

For some reason, her meditation was very slow. Even after Claire had scavenged all the orc corpses, she still hadn't entered a meditative state.

Seeing Claire's questioning gaze, Isabella turned her head away and stood up: "It's nothing, let's go."

Claire found it strange, but didn't dare to ask anything.

The two traveled together.

Throughout the journey, Isabella kept a close eye on Claire.

Her magic was almost gone, and Claire had to help her when she encountered orcs along the way.

Judging from his control over his mental power, he did indeed break through through meditation, rather than using any secret techniques or making any questionable deals.

But how did he manage to do it in such a short time?

After walking for a while, Claire found a safe cavern where no unusual fluctuations were detected.

"I want to rest for a bit, and you should also recover your magic," he said.

Isabella naturally wouldn't refuse.

This time she was not disturbed by anything strange and quickly got into the zone.

Claire, meanwhile, idly looked around.

Only then did he notice that the rock walls here were different from those before.

There seemed to be something hidden between those dark red rock walls.

Claire stepped forward, took out her knife, and carefully scraped some powder off the rock face.

His expression changed the moment the powder landed in his hand.

He used magic to envelop the powder, and then used his mental power to separate its components little by little.

"This is……"

Claire stared at the separated material, her pupils suddenly contracting.

It was a regular hexagonal crystal, exhibiting a captivating deep blue color.

Enamel.

It is the physical manifestation of psychic energy and exists only in the spirit world.

How could such a thing exist deep within this otherworldly volcano, which has never been set foot in by a wizard!

Moreover, judging from the rock face where it is located, it has been here for a very long time.

Isabella noticed Claire's unusual behavior, opened her eyes, and walked over.

"What did you find?" She stared at the test tube in Claire's hand, stunned.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.