White Phosphorus Fire and Spell Slot

Lynn concentrated, doing his best to empty the air around the Red Phosphorus while using the principle of increasing molecular motion speed to raise its temperature.

After more than ten seconds, wisps of white mist drifted out. Under the constraint of magic, they gathered together, then rapidly cooled, condensed, and solidified into a mass of translucent yellow powder.

This was White Phosphorus!

Knowing how terrifying this substance was, Lynn didn't dare to touch it with his bare hands. He held his breath the entire time, maintaining Mage Hand, and placed the collected White Phosphorus into the bag that originally held the Ember of Crimson Fire.

This type of storage bag, specifically designed for magic materials, had excellent insulation properties, effectively preventing the White Phosphorus from spontaneously combusting...

After finishing, fine beads of sweat had already appeared on Lynn's forehead.

Completing such a tedious process was somewhat challenging for Lynn, still a Wizard Apprentice. If not for the mental fusion during his transmigration that greatly enhanced his control over magic, this attempt would likely have ended in failure.

Fortunately, everything went as he had predicted.

Lynn placed the storage bag aside. Recalling the terrifying scene of White Phosphorus igniting into raging flames and burning the earth in his memory, he couldn't help but shiver.

He could only hope he wouldn't need to use it...

As an Anno Domini Person who grew up in a time of peace, Lynn deeply respected life. However, he also knew that in this other world where human lives were as cheap as grass, to protect himself, he had no choice but to sacrifice others to save himself...

"071!" After finishing, Lynn silently called out in his mind.

This had become his daily routine since the intelligent system was forced to shut down five days ago.

Clearly, there was no response this time either.

If not for the magic slowly draining from his body to supply energy to the intelligent system, Lynn would have suspected that 071 had completely disappeared.

The intelligent system was his crucial reliance for survival in this unfamiliar world. Just connecting to the neural network and significantly improving his thinking speed was enough to help him escape many crises.

Not to mention that in that special state, he could convert magic into elements and cast spells without preparing materials beforehand.

Thinking of his mentor Coru casting the second-ring spell Mass Ice Blade, Lynn had a vague guess. Whether one could convert magic into elements was likely the key difference between a Wizard Apprentice and an Official Wizard!

He was quite sure that Carl, as an apprentice, absolutely could not do this. He had no relevant memories in his mind either. It was likely the mental fusion after transmigration, combined with the assistance of the intelligent system, that allowed him to briefly break through this limitation...

Lynn entered a state of meditation, and the wondrous Elemental World once again appeared "before his eyes."

However, at this moment, Lynn's attention was focused on the strange Rune suspended in his Sea of Consciousness.

Inside the strange Rune were countless tiny dots and lines, arranged in an extremely special way, looking exquisite and beautiful.

Lynn tentatively touched it with his Mental Power, and the Rune instantly lit up.

Immediately, Lynn felt one-tenth of the magic within his body decrease. When he opened his eyes, a diamond-shaped Blade of Ice appeared in his palm.

"This is a bit like... a Spell Slot?"

Lynn stroked his chin, quickly recalling the Spell Slot mentioned in the book Elemental Analysis.

This was also an ability possessed by Official Wizards, which could greatly increase casting speed.

In general, the process of constructing a Spell Slot was somewhat like programming in his previous life: setting various parameters in advance, and then pressing a confirmation button when needed to immediately obtain the result.

So, the arrangement of the Rune probably meant: one part oxygen + two parts hydrogen + reduced molecular motion speed + special configuration = Blade of Ice?

Well, he had to admit, it was very scientific!

Lynn tried a few other spells with great interest, but unexpectedly, no new Spell Slots were formed.

After thinking about it, Lynn quickly guessed the reason. To construct the corresponding Spell Slot, he probably needed to cast a first-ring spell completely without the aid of casting materials.

With that in mind, Lynn had to temporarily give up on further solidifying Spell Slots. Without the assistance of the intelligent system, there was still a significant gap between him and an Official Wizard.

Lynn looked up at the sky outside. It was probably time to meet those Wizard Apprentices...

Today was Moon Day, and also the last day of their agreement!

The Drunkard tavern was located in the most bustling area of Ur Town.

If not for following the hidden markings, Lynn would never have imagined that Joanne would choose to meet here.

And a single cup of Guro Wine cost Seventeen Copper!

Was this a case of "the best hiding place is in plain sight"?

Lynn grumbled inwardly, but as soon as he pushed the door open, his brow furrowed.

As a gathering place for the lower class, the interior of The Drunkard tavern was very lively. The roaring stove dispelled the cold night wind, and the space of less than a hundred square meters was packed to the brim... The wooden floor was stained with spilled alcohol and vomit, and a thick, fishy stench almost suffocated Lynn.

At the long table by the entrance, a drunken Halfling spotted Lynn entering. Seeing that he was young and a new face, he loudly and maliciously shouted.

"Kid, wanna come have a drink with us?"

Lynn turned his head, scrutinizing the drunken Halfling with a probing gaze.

Halflings were a unique species on this continent. They were called this not because they only had half a body, but because of their short stature, about half the height of an adult, like dwarves.

However, these people were not the product of genetic defects but a distinct race. Halflings were strong and robust, with muscles that seemed naturally endowed, somewhat like the dwarves in Western fantasy works from his previous life.

He wondered about the physical structure and genetic makeup of these Halflings, and how they differed from humans.

Lynn's innate instinct as a data archivist began to stir...

Under Lynn's probing gaze, the drunken Halfling couldn't help but shiver, feeling a chill creep up from his feet to his heart.

Five years ago, in Nordland Territory, he had once met the notorious Skull Cleaver, Luke.

He was a heinous thug who was extremely fond of dismembering people into pieces.

Lynn's gaze was eerily similar to Luke's at that time. In the Halfling's eyes, he felt like a corpse waiting to be dissected