This wizard only wishes to be a teacher

"I had told you before," Lucien smiled at Carly, "the three major processes in studying witchcraft are imprinting, simplification, and transformation. The last step, transformation, is not as simple as you might think."

Having said this, Lucien flicked his hand lightly.

Whoosh—

A mass appeared in Lucien's right hand, somewhat similar to the Blazing Technique, yet slightly different. It was Flame Gel.

The gel took on a beautiful light blue shade, somewhat like foo-foo gel. Just by looking at its surface, it was hard to imagine this was a witchcraft creation filled with fire elements.

However, when Carly looked at this "foo-foo gel," she felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if a mere touch would undoubtedly be fatal.

"Feel it, but do not touch," Lucien slowly extended his right hand towards Carly, allowing her to see more clearly.

Then, he hurled the "foo-foo gel" towards the rock he had just pointed at.

Boom, instantly, a pale blue flame enveloped the rock.

Crack—the rock surrounded by flames emitted a faint cracking sound, then shattered into pieces amid the flames.

Carly held her breath, watching the quietly burning blue flame, and her heart was filled with awe.

"Look, this is my simple modification of the Blazing Technique," Lucien smiled as he withdrew his hand.

"The basic Blazing Technique has a burst potential of 5 to 10 pascals, but with some structural adjustments and the addition of some rune modules, this Zero-level Witchcraft can reach an explosive power of 40 to 50 pascals."

"Wizards are a group of scholars who use knowledge as a lever to pry rules to gain power," Lucien repeated what he had told Carly on her first day of teaching, then looked thoughtfully at her and snapped his fingers gently.

"You can understand it as, after recognizing the rules and understanding the Natural Sorcery patterns of the rock fire lizard, I cleverly leveraged the existing rules with my knowledge, multiplying the outbreak of power."

"That's why I told you before that for a wizard, knowledge is the true power."

As Lucien spoke, he waved his hand and immediately outlined the model of Blazing Technique: Modification using his spiritual power in mid-air, and placed it next to the model of Blazing Technique for comparison. "What you have mastered so far is just the initial step."

Carly's mouth opened slightly.

[Your student Carly has developed a profound respect for you, Respect +5]

"Of course, besides needing to master the necessary knowledge, to truly master a piece of magic, you also need constant practice," Lucien observed Carly, who looked somewhat dazed and slowly closed her slightly open mouth.

"After all, during real combat, your opponent will not likely give you much time to prepare your magic, so you need to repeatedly practice the process of building magical models to form muscle memory, so that you can cast them with a single thought when needed."

Carly looked at Lucien, nodding repeatedly.

"Keep practicing and learning new knowledge," Lucien gently patted Carly on the shoulder.

"Hmm," Carly murmured her acknowledgment and silently began to compare and study the structural models of the Blazing Technique II.

As Lucien watched Carly's practice, he timely pointed out some of the errors Carly was making in constructing models.

However, in his heart, Lucien was not quite satisfied with the revised Blazing Technique.

Perhaps this zero-level witchcraft, for Carly as a first-level wizard apprentice, was powerful and treasured, but a different level of strength, leads to a different perspective.

It's important to note that, while still zero-level witchcraft, the weakest can only burst 1P (Pava) of energy, yet the strongest can reach an explosive level of 300P and, in some special cases, with the help of witch tools, burst-type magic potions, and other items, a third-level wizard apprentice could unleash a forbidden move of 500-800P under desperate conditions.

The altered Blazing Technique, with only a 30~50P explosive level, was considered mediocre among zero-level witchcraft, and to Lucien, mastering such a spell was little help at worst.

Yet Lucien was not discouraged, and even harbored a sliver of expectation.

After all, the base model of the revised Blazing Technique was one of the weakest witchcrafts. After undergoing one systematic "upgrade," its strength had almost increased tenfold; would the system be able to upgrade it further based on the revised Blazing Technique, just like it did with the Meditation Method?

Lucien showed his anticipation for this.

Moreover, he believed, Carly would master the revised Blazing Technique much faster than she learned the Meditation Method!

With his one-on-one instruction, and the system's teaching guidance, Carly's learning process would absolutely not exceed one day!

...

That night, Carly walked alone on the paths of Greybone Academy, yawning slightly as she opened her mouth.

She was truly tired, having practiced the Blazing Technique continuously since the afternoon, except during meal times; the strain was considerable.

Although the spiritual power expended during spellcasting could be recovered through meditation or potions, the mental exhaustion required rest to alleviate.

She indeed needed a good sleep... Carly squinted her eyes, her expression slightly languid.

After initially adapting to the environment of Greybone Academy, she was no longer as panicked as when she first arrived; even the night breeze felt comfortable blowing on her.

"Actually, the Wizard World isn't as scary as I imagined..." Carly thought to herself, and soon, she waved excitedly, noticing four of her batchmates sitting together not far away, seemingly talking.

"Vayne!" Carly ran over quickly. These four newcomers were all her friends; they had arrived at Greybone Academy together and, being of the lowest one or two skill tiers, were also grouped together in the dormitory area, making their relationship naturally harmonious, slowly forming a small clique.

"Why isn't Tina here?" Carly approached quickly, but after scanning the group, she noted that Tina, the female apprentice closest to her, was missing.

Moreover, the mood of the other four was somewhat somber and subdued.

"Tina is dead," the most muscular boy among them, Vayne, spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse.

He and Tina were not only close friends, but their relationship had also evolved beyond friendship. Now, with his head bowed, his expression seemed somewhat desolate.