Lynn was pletely focused, simultaneously emptying the air around the red phosphorus as much as possible while utilizing the principle of accelerating molecur movement to increase the temperature.

  After about ten seds, wisps of white mist scattered into the air, gathered uhe straints of magid quickly cooled, solidifying into a semi-transparent yellow powder.

  This was white phosphorus!

  Lynn was well aware of the terror this substance held and dared not touch it with his hands. Throughout the process, he held his Mage's Hand spell, carefully pg the collected white phosphorus into a bag meant for st magical materials, which had an excellent isotion effect to prevent spontaneous bustion.

  pleting this intricate procedure was quite a challenge for Lynn, who was still an apprentice wizard. If it weren't for the signifit improvement in his trol ic due to the fusion of his spirit during the crossing, this attempt might have ended in failure.

  Fortunately, everythi as he had pnned.

  Lynn secured the ste bag and remembered the horrifying se of white phosphorus igniting the earth from his memories, sending a shiver down his spine.

  He hoped he wouldn't o use it.

  As a modern-day person who had grown up in a time of peace, Lynn held great reverence for life. However, in this world where human life was as fragile as a bde of grass, he uood that, for self-preservation, he might have to make difficult choices.

  "071!" Lynn silently called out in his mind after pleting all the tasks. Sihe shutdown of his smart brain five days ago, this had bee his daily routine.

  Clearly, this time, too, there was no response.

  If it weren't for the slow drain of magic within his body, which was used to supply energy to the smart brain, Lynn would have suspected that 071 had disappeared pletely.

  The smart brain was his essential tool for survival in this unfamiliar world. Just by eg to the neural work, it signifitly enhanced his itive abilities, allowing him to overany crises.

  Not to mention that, in that special state, he could vert magito elements, releasing magic without having to prepare materials in advance.

  Thinking of his mentor, Koro, using the Tier 2 spell, "Group Icy Bdes," Lynn had a hunch. Being able to vert magito elements was likely the key differeween an apprentice wizard and a full-fledged wizard.

  He was sure that Carl, as an apprentice, couldn't achieve this. There were ed memories in his brain. Most likely, it was the fusion of his spirit after the crossing, bined with the help of the smart brain, that briefly broke through this limitation.

  Lyated, and the extraordinary elemental world once again unfolded before his "eyes."

  However, his attention was now focused on the peculiar rune floating in his mind.

  Ihe peculiar rune were tless tiny dots and lines arranged in a highly unique way, appearing intricate ahetically pleasing.

  Lyively touched it with his spiritual power, and the rune instantly lit up.

  Immediately, Ly his magical energy decrease by oh. When he opened his eyes, a rhombus-shaped "Icy Bde" appeared in his palm.

  "This seems to be... a spell slot?" Lynn stroked his and quickly recalled the spell slots mentioned in the book "Elemental Analysis."

  This was also an ability possessed only by full-fledged wizards, signifitly increasing casting speed.

  Overall, the process of strug spell slots felt somewhat like programming in a past life. You set various parameters in advance, and when needed, you press the firm button to immediately produce the desired oute.

  So, the arra of this rune probably meant: one part oxygen + two parts hydrogen + reduced molecur movement + special figuration = Icy Bde?

  Hmm, it had to be said, this was quite stific!

  Lynn curiously attempted a few other spells, but uedly, no new spell slots formed.

  After some thought, Lynn quickly guessed the reason. To struct the corresponding spell slots, he probably o cast a Tier 1 spell without the use of casting materials.

  With that in mind, Lynn temporarily abandoned his pn to tinue solidifying spell slots. Without the aid of his smart braiill had quite a gap between him and the full-fledged wizards.

  Lynn gnced outside and realized it was time to meet the other wizard apprentices.

  Today was Monday, the agreed-upon st day!

  The Drunken Spirit Tavern was located in the most bustling part of Ur Town.

  If it weren't for following the secret mark all the way here, Lynn couldn't have imagihat Jonny would choose this pce for their meeting.

  Aeen coppers for a single gss of a Roan wine? Wasn't that a bit steep?

  Lynn muttered to himself inwardly, but as soon as he pushed the door open, his brow furrowed involuntarily.

  The interior of the Drunken Spirit Tavern, a gathering pce for lower-css folks, was quite lively. The warmth of the r hearth dispelled the night's chill, and the cramped space of less than a hundred square meters acked to the brim. The wooden floor was covered in wiains and vomit, and the overp stenearly overwhelmed Lynn.

  At the long table he entrance, a drunken halfling spotted Lynn as soon as he entered. Seeing his young age and unfamiliar face, he boisterously shouted, "Kid, care to join us for a drink?"

  Lynn turned his head, examining the drunken halfling with a curious gaze.

  Halflings were a unique species on this ti. Their name didn't e from having half a body but from their diminutive stature, roughly half the height of an average adult. They resembled dwarves from fantasy tales in Lynn's previous world.

  However, Lynn didn't know much about the physical structure aic makeup of these halflings or how they differed from humans.

  Lynn's instincts as a data ste clerk were itg...

  Under Lynn's scrutinizing gaze, the inebriated halfling shivered untrolbly, as if a cold breeze had traveled from the soles of his feet to his head.

  Five years ago, in the Nordnd, Lynn had o the infamous decapitator, Luke. He was a ruthless thug who took delight in dismembering people into pieces.

  The gaze of the halfling resembled that of Luke at the time, as if Lynn were a cadaver awaiting disse...