Taking Metatron as Master, Three-Ring Inheritance, Source Vein Seed, the Laboratory Door Opens!

Three months later.

He left the ruins once again.

Stephen looked at Ian with even greater reluctance.

"How about this? Everyone rest for a few days first. We'll continue after Ian returns."

He could no longer bear the days without Ian's help.

What else could the Wizards from the other three Academies say? They could only accept it in silence.

Silence.

It was the only thing they could do.

Because when it came to Alchemy, though the three of them were unwilling to admit it, the abilities Ian had displayed over the past few months had already surpassed theirs.

Someone with such outstanding Elemental Mysteries in Alchemy would, in the other three Academies, at the very least be a deputy head of a department.

Under such circumstances,

the other Academies naturally took notice as well, and thus increased their protection of Ian.

Everything went smoothly.

Ian returned to the Academy.

"Secret realm."

Ian stared at the secret realm passage before him, a trace of determination flashing through his eyes.

He fell into the Dream Abyss.

The third layer of the dream.

Inside the familiar laboratory.

Ian did not immediately demonstrate his Elemental Transmutation. Instead, he asked a question.

"Teacher, there's still one final issue with that project I was researching. I feel like the prototype is about to take shape, but there seems to be a contradiction in the rune structure."

"The one concerning the Resonance Meditation Method?"

Metatron asked.

Ian nodded.

He had asked this question many times.

But today would be the last time, because this was the final problem holding him back.

It was also why, despite having completed the Element-Specific Spell three months ago, he had delayed for another three months.

Once the dream shattered,

this dream would disappear, and he would lose the guidance of