Wizard: My magic facility can be upgraded!

Chapter 47 The True Value of Muscle-Building Drugs

Seeing Li Ang's puzzled and confused expression, Eve continued to explain:

"Li Ang, you don't seem to realize what this potion you created really means."

She paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts on how to make this exceptionally talented but ordinary-born apprentice understand the meaning behind it.

"You call it a muscle-building drug? That's too superficial," Eve explained, shaking her head slightly.

"The density of a species' bones, muscles, the number of times its cells can divide, etc., are all engraved in the life level. Although there may be differences between individuals, they will never exceed the range limited by the life level."

Her gaze deepened: "Although the effects of your potion are still very weak, its essence is to guide life to break through its own level and evolve towards a higher level."

"Evolution?" Li Ang repeated subconsciously, his heart leaping.

"That's right, evolution," Eve affirmed, her voice tinged with deep concern.

"Do you know what this means? In this age when the gods are far from the earth, the various races on the continent—humans, elves, dwarves, orcs, and even the sea creatures and those underground beings—our life forms and our power limits have stagnated for tens of thousands of years."

Eve then changed the subject and asked:

"Leon, do you know any of the most powerful wizards in human history?"

Li Ang nodded and said, "It's the legendary wizard Riley Celta and the legendary wizard Big Takara..."

Even he, the village chief's simple-minded son, knew about these great legends in human history.

Eve looked directly at Li Ang and said, word by word, "Do you know that these legends, even after a lifetime of effort, can only reach level 6 in the end?"

Li Ang seemed to understand. "Master, do you mean that even spiritual power is limited by the level of life, and that humans can only reach level 6 at most?"

Eve nodded. "It's not just humans; most races are limited by their level of existence, only able to reach level 6. So, how do you think those beings—humans and non-humans—who are trapped at this level and unable to advance further, treat you?"

Leon felt a chill run down his spine, and he instantly understood what Eve meant.

He will be fought over by various forces, and if they can't get him, they will never let anyone else get him.

"That's only one thing," Eve continued, not giving him time to feel lingering fear.

"Secondly, there's your unique cold extraction method. This method completely overturns the foundation of the current potion system. It's a brand new path... one that could make you a legendary wizard and a grandmaster of potions."

Eve's tone turned incredibly serious: "But this path is also your most deadly weakness. Do you know about the Dark Witch Realm?"

Li Ang shook his head blankly. He was completely unfamiliar with the name. After all, Carter Village was just a remote little village, and the Carlson family was more like a village chief than a noble family.

Seeing Li Ang shake his head, Eve explained with an expression of expectation:

"It was an underground organization that operated outside the Wizarding League, composed of exiles, seekers of forbidden things, and wizards of all kinds who believed in the laws of darkness and chaos."

"They harbor immense hatred for the Wizarding Alliance and will never allow a new legendary wizard to emerge within it."

"Once your Cold Brew technique is revealed in the competition, it will inevitably attract their attention. At that time, what awaits you will be endless assassinations, or... forced invitations. Although the Alliance will do its best to protect you, who can guarantee that there won't be any slip-ups?"

Li Ang nodded, understanding Eve's meaning: "I understand, mentor, thank you for your guidance."

When Eve realized that Leon understood her meaning, her worries subsided considerably, and her tone returned to its usual coolness.

"Oh, right, if it's just about the competition, your compound stabilizer is enough to win the championship."

Li Ang nodded, pondering whether he should prepare some stone root grass extract in advance, since the competition only had a two-hour time limit.

Seeing that Li Ang was so obedient, Eve felt much more relaxed. She had been worried that such a talented young man might disregard her advice and might even be lured away by the group of dark witches.

Once she felt relieved, the little cat in her heart started scratching again...

Seeing Eve's hesitant expression, Li Ang felt a pang of anxiety, wondering what was wrong. Was there some other danger involved...?

"Mentor... just tell me, no matter what dangers there may be, I will not be afraid." Li Ang tried to sound confident, but he was actually a little flustered inside.

Eve hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke as if she had made up her mind:

"You must be having a tough time lately, so please remember to balance work and rest."

Huh? What does that mean? Li Ang was a little confused.

Was it just a casual expression of concern? If so, why was there any need to hesitate?

Suddenly, Li Ang had a flash of inspiration and roughly understood what his mentor Eve meant. He tentatively asked:

"Yes, Professor. But my way of relaxing is writing novels. When I have a new piece, could you please take a look at it?"

"Okay, sure," Eve replied casually.

Wow, such a quick and decisive answer. It seems my mentor really enjoys reading novels.

After bidding farewell to his mentor Eve, he went to the workshop and casually accepted a few commissions to refine [Underwater Breathing Potions].

This medicine wasn't difficult to make, and the reward was good; he earned 5 silver coins in just one afternoon.

That evening, Li Ang returned to his dormitory and began to transform the story in his mind into a sequel to the knight novel.

Battle Qi, strange fire, and burning techniques—they can be used directly without any modification…

At three in the morning, Li Ang yawned, looked at the novel he had already written more than twenty chapters in front of him, nodded in satisfaction, and decided to stop here for today.

Li Ang lay in bed and quickly fell asleep.

"Bang, bang, bang."

A series of impolite knocks shattered the morning's tranquility and abruptly dragged Li Ang out of his sweet dreams.

"Who is it?" Li Ang sat up abruptly in bed, a surge of anger rising in his head.

He had no classes these past few days, and his entry for the competition was already finished. Li Ang had planned to sleep in today and then write some more of his novel after waking up.

He frowned, hastily put on his gray robe, and, still grumbling from waking up, opened the door, ready to see which clueless fellow was behind it all.

However, the corridor outside was deserted, without a single person in sight.

"What's going on..." Li Ang's anger turned to confusion. He peeked out and looked around, but there was still no one there. Could it be some bastard's prank?

Just then, a crisp voice, tinged with obvious dissatisfaction, rang out:

"Hey, look down, you rude human with hair that looks like a bird's nest."