Duke closed his notebook.
Throughout the entire morning, his pen hardly paused.
Ethelin’s lecture, covering everything from the essence of free energy particles to their distribution, from the fundantal principles of elental affinity to the training thods for controlling abilities, was worth savoring in every sentence.
The most beneficial part for him was the latter half about "how to make elental particles willing to listen to you."
Ethelin’s exact words were: "Spiritual power is the whip, affinity is the bait, but what truly makes elental particles submit is your understanding of their essence. The more you understand fire, the more it is willing to be driven by you. The more you understand water, the less it will resist you."
At that mont, Duke thought of his six-elent composite crystal.
Having affinity for six elents is his greatest advantage, but also his greatest burden.
Simultaneously controlling six elents ans he must have a deep enough understanding of each, or he will have shortcomings.
Ethelin’s class happened to provide an opportunity for him to reassess these six elents.
He looked down at his notebook filled with dense notes, and the explanations about the elents gave him a clearer understanding of each elent’s nature.
Finally, Duke took a look at the Sky City outside the window, stood up, and left the classroom.
After returning to his residence, he did not rest but directly opened the light screen of the badge to enter the course list.
He had already taken the Elents Control Introduction course, and next, he needed to choose a second course.
His gaze slowly moved over that long list of nas.
Finally, his gaze landed on one course.
Magic Potion Theory and Advanced Refining Introduction, 45 points.
Instructor: Felix Vane, Level 4 Mage.
Enrollnt: 16/60.
Duke’s eyebrows slightly raised.
The quota of sixty people only had sixteen enrolled, making it look glaringly sparse compared to the Elents Control Introduction course.
He clicked open the course details.
"This course aims to help students establish a systematic theory of magic potions, covering the essential analysis of magic potion materials, energy conversion rules during the refining process, combinatorial taboos of advanced magic potions, and is suitable for students with a certain foundation in magic potions to take as an elective."
There was a small warning note:
"Warning: This course is quite challenging, and it is advised that students with a weak foundation in magic potions choose carefully. The passing rate from previous years is about 65%."
65% passing rate.
This ans that for every three people who enroll, one person will not get that guaranteed 100-point contribution, wasting 45 points of enrollnt fee.
No wonder so few people signed up.
Duke withdrew his gaze, leaning back into his chair.
Outside, the sunlight was radiant, and the outlines of distant snow-capped mountains were clearly visible.
He recalled his first attempt at refining magic potions.
That was in the laboratory of Black Sail Academy Island, using free materials provided by Hela, repeatedly refining basic magic recovery potions until the proficiency on the skill tree was fully maxed out.
He thought of the success with the Mountain Magic Potion, recalling the profit share from the Starlight ditation Potion, and how the Blood of War improvent plan earned him 50 points from the Arcane Association.
His foundation in magic potions wasn’t just learned from books; it was developed through level-grinding step by step on the skill tree.
With each level up, that knowledge naturally integrated into his consciousness, requiring no comprehension or digestion, and directly beca a part of him.
The principles, formulas, and techniques that countless alchemists dedicate their lives to figuring out were, to him, just part of the points on the skill tree.
He looked once more at the words on the screen.
About a 65% passing rate.
For Duke, this was no issue at all.
He raised his hand and clicked the enrollnt button.
For Duke, obtaining the contribution from this magic potion course was almost a sure thing.
If he didn’t have even this level of confidence, then he might as well have lived in vain all these years.
"Registration successful. 45 points deducted, 20 points remaining."
"Course ti: March 12, Room 207, second floor of the Zone 7 teaching building."
"Instructor: Felix Vane."
points.
This was his current total balance.
Over the next week, he had to plan carefully; he had to pass the assessnt for the Elents Control Introduction course to retrieve those 35 points and the reward, so he would then have the capacity to enroll in the next course.
For the vast majority of wizards, this mont was actually very risky.
Because with only twenty points left, it ant he had to pass at least one of the Elents Control course or the magic potion course, or he would be on the brink of a cliff.
But Duke wasn’t anxious.
So things can’t be rushed.
Turning around, he walked to his desk and reopened the notebook filled with notes.
The matters of a week later should be dealt with in a week.
For now, he needed to thoroughly digest what Ethelin had taught.
...
One week later, in the morning, Duke crossed a barrier’s Light Gate again, stepping onto the suspended corridor leading to the teaching area of Zone 7.
During that week, he didn’t choose any new courses; the balance of twenty points was too tight, insufficient to enroll in any decent course.
He spent his ti digesting the content Ethelin taught in the last class, utilizing the knowledge about the essence and distribution patterns of elental particles, combined with experints inside the Light God Court, to clarify many previously vague concepts.
For example, he truly understood for the first ti what the activity of fire ant.
It wasn’t simply high temperature and destructive power, but the innate desire of fire elental particles for change.
They naturally tend to transition from a stable state to an excited state, from order to disorder.
Controlling fire isn’t about suppressing this instinct, but guiding it, allowing it to release at appropriate tis and contain at others.
Duke also finally understood why he always felt a subtle sluggishness when simultaneously controlling light and dark.
Light seeks penetration, while dark seeks engulfnt.
The nature of light is to radiate outward, and the nature of darkness is to converge inward.
This isn’t an issue of affinity, it’s an issue of insufficient understanding.
After the last class, he consciously practiced switching between light and dark repeatedly within the Divine Court, searching for balance between these two opposing natures.
The harvest of this week was sothing that he couldn’t achieve through a year of isolated hard cultivation.
When a high-tier mage stands at a higher perspective and guides you, it can make you see everything clearly and avoid countless years of detours.
The second Elents Control class was in the morning.
Duke entered classroom 301 a quarter of an hour early.
Ethelin walked in at the exact scheduled ti.
Today, she wore a deep purple magic robe, with black stockings still on her legs, her long hair loosely tied behind her head; her deep blue eyes swept over the young faces in the room, revealing neither satisfaction nor dissatisfaction.
"Last class covered the essence and distribution of elental particles. Today’s class covers interaction and transformation."
She raised her hand, and a complex elent relationship diagram appeared on the screen wall.
Six basic elents arranged in the form of a hexagram, connected by lines of different colors—red representing mutual promotion, blue representing mutual restraint, and gold representing transformation possibilities.
"Elents aren’t isolated. A true master doesn’t only use the elent with which they have affinity but understands how to use other elents to assist, enhance, and balance their primary elent."
At this point, Duke’s spirits lifted.
This was exactly what he needed.
For more than an hour, Ethelin delved into the interaction rules between six basic elents and how to optimize magic effects by introducing other elents.
Every sentence was like a key, opening door after door in Duke’s mind.
He thought of his Sand Guardian.
A pure Earth Elent defense, heavy but lacking flexibility.
If he added a moderate amount of Wind Elent, it would help the sand particles flow faster and react more nimbly.
Or if he introduced a trace of Water Elent, adding a layer of lubrication between sand particles, they could better absorb impact...
"That’s it for today; next class will cover practical skills in elent control..."
She turned around and left, leaving a room full of thoughtful students.
Duke closed his notebook and glanced out the window.
The sun was high, with less than an hour until the afternoon magic potion class.
He got up from his seat, found a bronze bench outside the teaching building, and sat down, taking out so dry food and a bottle of water from his Space Ring to swiftly settle his lunch.
User Comments
0 comments from readers