Not the slightest interest in the test of the girl who was in everyone's eyes, Chongyang did what he had been doing in the first place—dozing off in the corner and recovering from the fatigue of daily practice.

Slowly, half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to have experienced two generations of life from his previous life to the present.

In his previous life, he was robbed by a bank one day in a world called Earth and was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet. When you wake up, you find yourself not in a hospital or an underworld, but in a strange world full of magic.

He was raised as the youngest son of a country nobleman, and he also had a partial understanding of this vast and mysterious magical world.

The continent is called Euro Continent, magic is the most magical and noble thing on this continent, and magicians are the top existence of human society that controls this thing.

Due to the development of magical civilization, the enormous power that could only be enjoyed by a few nobles a long time ago gradually transcended the boundaries of class and spread to the whole society, becoming an indispensable thing in daily life.

Although it has become common, this has not diminished the mystery and nobility of magic, just as the more science advances on Earth, the more humans discover their ignorance. Magicians are still the most respected profession, and within magicians, due to the expansion of the professional ranks, there must be countless divisions and high and low ranks.

No matter what kind of magician he is, his dignity is directly proportional to his strength. And the strength of a magician can be roughly judged from three aspects.

First, the level of the magician's mana is also directly called the level of the magician. From level 1 to level 7 are the general level, above the seventh level is the realm magician, and after the realm is the mystery, the Holy Spirit, the legend, and finally the god level.

Second, the magician's meditation technique.

The accumulation of magic comes from meditation, and different meditation methods have different effects. Naturally, there are also advantages and disadvantages of high and low. Low-level methods can be bought in any bookstore in a slightly larger city, but the effect of cultivation is obviously not the same as that of high-level methods that are inherited and controlled by various forces such as academies, armies, and nobles.

Third, magic moves.

There are countless magics in the world, endless, unpredictable, and strange, with different characteristics and functions, and there are also high and low advantages and disadvantages, but they are not absolute. For example, under certain circumstances, a low-level first-level swamp technique that is almost lethal is more effective than a fifth-level high-level Thor's hammer with extremely high lethality.

Of course, the chances of encountering that kind of time are very rare, and under normal circumstances, the high and low levels of magic moves are measured by their power.

It can be seen from the basic three aspects that determine strength that the various forces on the continent, such as academies, schools, families, national armies, etc., have the advantage of monopolizing the inheritance of high-level secret methods and moves. Ordinary people who have no foundation want to learn these secret methods or moves, and there is almost no other way than to join the forces.

Luckily bumping into an adventure to get a dark spell or move left by a predecessor somewhere is another path to get high-level resources, just like the classic routine of jumping off a cliff in martial arts novels, but this is a rare opportunity.

The territory of the European continent is vast, and in the north of the continent, there is the eternal enemy of mankind - the beast race. In the eastern part of the continent, most of it is occupied by high-level magical beasts, and it is also said that in the farther east, beyond the territory of demonic beasts, there is another branch of powerful magical civilization. And in the western part of the continent, there are mysterious dark races, etc.

In short, this is a world that is far from being able to draw a map of the world with the precision of the earth, everything is yet to be explored and explored, a magical continent, an era of legends.

In such a world and such an era, Chongyang is naturally ambitious. And the only benefit that crossing has brought to him is that he has had the deep thinking of adults since he was a baby, which has allowed him to grow and develop far beyond ordinary children and win at the starting line. Eventually, he was selected by Prisland's recruiters to study at the No. 1 Magic Academy of the Wren Empire.

However, it wasn't until the fourth year of the academy that a nightmare struck.

No matter how hard Chongyang tried, his mana accumulation and improvement speed was extremely slow, and it felt like his body was already full of things, and he couldn't hold it anymore no matter what.

After trying all kinds of methods, in the end, he could only look up to the sky and despair, realizing that after all, he was not a Tianzong Elite who should enter Prisland, but a mortal who was destined to reach the level of third-level magician cultivation and could no longer advance an inch.

He became the first repeater in Prisland's history.

The First Magic Academy of the Empire, which has been inherited for thousands of years, has never had a repeater before him. Anyone who enters the Presland will graduate with a smooth upgrade to a seventh-level magician. And Chongyang, who broke the glory of Presland, rightfully endured the gaze of astonishment, incomprehension, contempt, and ridicule...... Ridicule and insults, since then, have not stopped.

Since Presland had no provisions on how to deal with repeaters, and Chongyang had no intention of leaving, the hospital could only let him stay. This stay is a full six years.

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The final test was finally over, and Chongyang, who had been dozing off, woke up on time, with his usual smile on his face, and in the cold eyes of the surrounding students, he walked out of the hall with them, came to the corridor, and left the team alone.

It was midday, and the sun was shining brightly but not scorching, shining brightly on the potion grass field outside the hallway. As soon as the breeze blows, the faint smell of herbs emitted by the tender green leaves sweeps in from the corridor window, which is refreshing.

Chongyang walked out of the dark corridor into the field, and was suddenly shrouded in the sun's light, and the contrast between darkness and light stimulated him to squint slightly.

Across the field, at the end of another corridor opposite, there was a previously forgotten utility room. Five years ago, Chongyang used some means to get permission to transform this forgotten corner into his own room.

Knocked on the magic mechanism on the door with the staff in his hand, the thick lock opened in response, Chongyang pushed the door in, and was greeted by an incomparably rich smell of medicinal herbs.

In the huge room, in front of the wall on the right side is a long cedar table, on which are placed all kinds of glassware, bottles and jars, coiled or stacked bundles of parchment, remnants of medicinal herbs, and even the fur and bones of magical beasts, etc., which look messy because of the lack of tidying.

Under a large window on the left, there is a desk and an armchair in front of it. The table was filled with all sorts of papers and dossiers. Next to the table, a simple bookshelf stacks hundreds of books of all kinds.

Chongyang closed the door casually, sat down on the armchair, opened the drawer on the right, and the lunch prepared from breakfast - black bread beef sandwich, plus a bottle of goat's milk, was inside.

Compared to the wonderful meals that are being served to students in the cafeteria, this kind of lunch is too shabby. But Chongyang doesn't mind how the food tastes, and now he doesn't have any friends in the academy, so it makes no sense for him to go to the cafeteria to eat, so he won't go if he can.

Chongyang nibbled on a bite of bread and drank a sip of goat's milk, and what came to mind was the wonderful scene during the test.

"What the hell is going on?Magic mutation?The mutation magic of a third-level magician can scare an arcane-level magic master?"

He could see the terrible face that flashed in the flames, and felt that the part of the face that looked like an eye was looking in his direction. At that moment, he felt terrifying, but the shock he received did not seem to be as great as that of the three mentors.

"It's just an accident...... Chongyang thought about it, it would be interesting if he was assessed to be promoted to the fourth level by virtue of this accident that he didn't understand.

After chewing and eating the meal that was not delicious but nutritionally balanced, Chongyang cleaned up the tabletop, brushed the floor, took out a piece of magic paper prepared on the table, carefully spread it on the table, and then took out a fiery red quill from the pen holder with his right hand, dipped it in pre-prepared magic ink, and gently touched the bright red tip of the pen to the flat and thick paper.

Take a deep breath, gather your spirit, and press the tip of the pen so that it glides regularly on the paper just right, bringing out an uninterrupted vermilion ink blot, outlining a rounded arc, a straight thin line...... It is gradually constructed into an intricate and mysterious pattern.

This is a third-level fire-based magic scroll - "Fire Alchemy".

Chongyang was calm, his eyes were faintly shining, his breathing was slow, and he mobilized his magic power, along the tip of the pen and ink, and gave the magical magic power to this red-haired unicorn sebum paper soaked in fire magic crystal water for forty-nine days.

His right wrist moved flexibly, sometimes as gentle as a turtle, sometimes as a dragon and snake, until finally, a little more bright red nib, and then suddenly, the vermilion ink with the tip of the sharp hook, as if drawing an arc moon blade, completely closed the complex six-pointed star array that was almost formed on the paper!

Airplanes...... There was a low muffled sound, a crimson light bloomed on the paper, and a flame symbol in the center of the magic array pattern flashed away, and then dimmed and regained calm.

Chongyang put down the quill pen, carefully closed the vellum paper, rolled it into a scroll, tied a marked linen belt, and casually opened the drawer on the left side, and placed it in a neatly stacked stack of magic scrolls inside. Immediately, he took out a second piece of leather paper from the paper roll on the table, and dipped his pen in ink......

Under the sunlight shining in from the arched window, Chongyang, who is focused on writing at the desk, is like a figure in an oil painting.

The third-level fire magic scroll "Alchemy" is one of the most consumed magic scrolls on the market, and is generally used in aristocratic kitchens.

A noble family with a head and face must consume at least one alchemy scroll every day. The entire prosperous aristocratic families in the imperial capital, and even the wealthy merchants and the like, consumed an extremely large number of fire refining scrolls every day. As a result, this three-level reel has been in short supply.

The manufacture and sale of alchemy scrolls is Chongyang's main source of income. In one day, he gave himself a limit of twelve pieces, and if one of them failed, he would add three more pieces, and if he couldn't make up the same day, he would finish the next day.

Such a demanding self-demand would be unbelievable if it were known to other magic scroll makers.

Because the production of magic scrolls is extremely delicate work, the preparation of paper and ink is not put aside for the time being, when the magician uses the pen, there is a slight deviation of a few millimeters, and the magic output is a little messy, and the construction of the magic circle on the paper is likely to collapse completely.

Once the magic circle collapses, it is a failure. Generally speaking, the average magician has less than a 30% success rate in making scrolls. And a skilled mage who has undergone special training can only have a success rate of more than fifty percent, but it is only a seventy percent success rate, so he can be called the most elite scroll maker.

With the magic power of a third-level magician, twelve cards a day, even the elite manufacturing level is very reluctant, and it is simply unacceptable to add the punishment of failing to make up three cards at a time.

However, even Chongyang, a 10,000-year-old repeater, has learned how to make the first magic scroll, and the number of manufacturing failures does not add up to more than twenty times!

The delicate work of the average magician walking on thin ice is done by him. This is all because he can easily control the infusion and fusion of every drop of magic power! With each stroke, he can accurately feel the effect of this stroke in the process of composing the entire magic array pattern.

In the final analysis, Chongyang has this superhuman talent, because he has been thinking like an adult since he was a child, and finally caused an exceptionally powerful mental power.

Chongyang was engrossed in carving and making alchemy scrolls one by one, not noticing that in the center of the window behind him, a shadow of a raging flame loomed.

"Smooth scroll making, precise magic control...... Such a powerful spiritual power is the person I have been looking for. In the midst of the flames, a hideous face whispered hoarsely.