Chapter 2

It's a pity... if only he could really bind a Feng Ling Yue Ying modifier and bring it over.

At that time, he would directly modify all attributes and skills to the maximum value and be an ancestor in the other world.

Luo En flipped through the "Fundamentals of Potions" in his hand, seriously memorizing and taking notes while busy stealing leisure time to fantasize in his mind.

However, it's not bad as it is now; the attribute and skill growth bonuses stacked by multiple extraordinary professions will snowball, and the various values will explode as he goes further.

【Basic Potions Experience +1】

Another prompt appeared, and Luo En could feel his understanding of potions deepening by another point.

This feeling is like weaving a large net, where every piece of knowledge is a node on the net.

And every time the understanding deepens, new connections are born between these nodes.

This is growth—watching the numbers grow bit by bit, feeling knowledge taking root and sprouting in the heart.

It is not the ethereal "seems to understand," but clear, visible, and quantifiable progress.

If learning on Earth could be like this, how good would it be? He couldn't help but think so...

If everyone could see their efforts being permanently preserved in real-time and quantified into clear numbers, this sense of progress and the certainty that effort must be rewarded would be enough to make anyone addicted to seeking knowledge.

In Luo En's view, this was more fulfilling than his past life; he could feel himself growing every moment, and every bit of effort left a clear mark on the panel.

... Subsequently, time passed quietly in the absorption of knowledge.

In the narrow room, candlelight danced day and night, casting swaying light and shadows on the pages and notes.

Over the past week, except for necessary eating and resting, he had devoted almost all his time to the study of potions.

"The activity of evening primrose will decay with the passage of picking time, but if collected during a full moon, its efficacy can be maintained for a whole month;

Spider grass must be cut horizontally because this can preserve the magic power within to the greatest extent; while silver calamus needs to be cut diagonally, which can make its efficacy stronger."

Those once obscure and difficult-to-understand herb characteristics now formed vivid connections in his mind.

Knowledge was no longer rigid text, but understanding integrated into flesh and blood.

【Basic Potions Experience +1】

【Basic Potions Experience +1】

【Basic Potions Experience +1】

【Basic Potions (Entry 5/50) → Basic Potions (Proficient 9/100)】

【Additional trait acquired: High-speed Memory (Memory increased)】

A week passed quietly in such obsessive study.

The increase in this number can be considered to condense his countless moments of concentration; on average, hard study for a day only increases about ten experience points. Fortunately, the "High-speed Memory" trait acquired is very good, which can be considered an unexpected joy.

And the further back, the slower it gets; it is foreseeable that it will take at least several months of hard work to reach the next stage.

So the top priority is to quickly change profession to the most basic 【Potion Apprentice】; the skill experience accumulation speed of a white-board without a profession is really like a turtle crawling.

It's just that he doesn't know what the profession change conditions for the combat profession 【Wizard Apprentice】 are; he currently seems to have not met the conditions for unlocking profession change information.

Just as Luo En was planning his next steps in his mind, the door was gently knocked.

"Hey, Luo En? Are you still alive?"

A voice with a bit of playfulness came from outside the door: "I haven't seen you in the public area for a whole week; I thought you had already silently turned into a dried corpse in the room."

Luo En raised his head and saw a handsome face looking at him through the half-open door.

That person had dazzling golden hair, and even the most ordinary gray-white apprentice robe could not hide the elegant demeanor in his gestures.

Luo En searched his memory; this guy who looked extremely familiar to him was—Andre, the thirteenth prince of the kingdom, and one of the few fellow countrymen he had in this Black Fog Jungle.

When they were still in the kingdom, unlike the sharpness of other royal family members, Andre always appeared humble and polite, even a bit too low-key.

It is said that this made his several older brothers breathe a sigh of relief, thinking that this younger brother had no interest in the struggle for the throne.

However, now, this Thirteenth Prince was wearing the same gray-white apprentice robe as Luo En, leaning against his simple door frame.

"Is Your Highness concerned about me?" Luo En teased: "It's a pity that the object of loyalty for our Ralph family is not you."

"Forget it, don't call me Your Highness."

Andre waved his hand, leaning limply against the door frame:

"Here, we are all the same. Whether it's the son of a count or some thirteenth prince, in front of a wizard, these secular titles are just empty names."

His gaze swept across the desktop and suddenly stopped on the frayed "Fundamentals of Potions."

The pages were densely inserted with sticky notes, and some page corners had already been curled from reading.

"Could it be..." Andre's voice carried a trace of disbelief, "you have been studying this for the whole week?"

Looking at Andre's surprised expression, Luo En suddenly realized how crazy his behavior this week might look to outsiders.

You know, most candidate apprentices with no hope of advancement would choose to kill time in the public area or try to find some shortcuts, such as currying favor with seniors who had already become formal apprentices.

Someone like him who locked himself in the room to study hard was probably very rare.

"Indeed." Luo En nodded, his fingers unconsciously brushing over the pages, "I found that potions are unexpectedly interesting."

"Interesting?" Andre raised his eyebrows, his expression becoming serious.

As a prince who grew up in the palace since childhood and was good at observing words and expressions, he could naturally see Luo En's changes.

The concentration and calmness in those eyes could never be faked.

"It seems you have really gained something from this."

Luo En was about to answer when he noticed Andre's gaze fall on the thick stack of notes on the table again.

Those notes were almost twice as thick as "Fundamentals of Potions" itself, and every page was written full.

"Are these all written by you this week?"

Andre looked at the top notebook that was half-spread open, and what met his eyes were neat handwriting and clear charts.

Many places were also marked with supplementary explanations and questions; judging from the newness of the handwriting, some questions had already been answered in subsequent learning.

"To be precise." Luo En pointed to the thickest notebook: "This is what I wrote at the beginning. At that time, many concepts were unclear, so I wrote it down in great detail. Later, as understanding deepened, the notes gradually became more refined."

Andre's gaze lingered on that "Fundamentals of Potions" for a moment, his expression somewhat complex.

Too many people hit a wall with potions; some apprentices struggle for years to get started, let alone reach the proficiency standard within a few months.

This book was given to Luo En by him back then; at that time, he had already determined that he had no talent for potions, so he simply transferred this book that cost quite a few magic stone fragments.

"Do you still remember where this book came from?" Andre asked seemingly casually.

Luo En thought for a moment and soon recalled: "It was given by Your Highness; at that time, you said potions were not very suitable for you and planned to switch to studying enchanting."

Andre's gaze swept over the dense notes on the other party's table, and a strange expression appeared on his face:

"It seems you are much stronger than me in terms of effort; it's only been a week, and you've managed to take so many notes."

"To be honest." He spoke pretentiously relaxed:

"I didn't expect you to choose the path of potions. You know, many experienced apprentices have stumbled on potions. Just relying on reading and taking notes, I'm afraid..."

Andre chuckled, not finishing his sentence, but the attitude of not being optimistic was already very obvious.

Enchanting, alchemy, potions... are all playthings exclusive to the talented; he had tried several mainstream wizard skills, but undoubtedly failed.

How could he not have also struggled to find a way out under the pressure of tight time like Luo En?

But reality is cruel—any wizard skill is not a field that is easy to master; those with talent are not one in ten thousand, at least one in a hundred, and this one in a hundred is chosen from among them, these candidate apprentices.

Luo En smiled, probably knowing what Andre was thinking, and didn't care, casually bringing up another topic:

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Trish for a long time. She recently..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the expression on the face of this Thirteenth Prince, who had always shown good cultivation, actually lost control for a moment.

Although the other party quickly adjusted back to that elegant and calm appearance, that brief loss of composure was still captured by Luo En.

"Oh, you mean her; she is already a middle-level apprentice." Andre maintained an elegant smile, his tone light to the point of being deliberate:

"She just completed the advancement ceremony last month; she is worthy of being the only genius among our few fellow countrymen."

(End of chapter)