Lynn focused intently, clearing as much air as possible from around the Red Phosphorus while raising its temperature by accelerating molecular movement.
More than ten seconds later, wisps of white vapor drifted out. Bound together by magic, they rapidly cooled, condensed, and solidified into a clump of translucent yellow powder.
This was White Phosphorus!
Knowing how terrifying the substance was, Lynn did not dare touch it with his hands. Holding his breath throughout, he maintained [Mage Hand] and placed the collected White Phosphorus into the bag that had originally held [Ember of Crimson Fire].
This storage bag, specially made for magical materials, had excellent insulation and could effectively prevent the White Phosphorus from spontaneously igniting...
After finishing all that, fine beads of sweat had already formed on Lynn's forehead.
Completing such a complicated process was somewhat beyond Lynn's abilities as a Wizard Apprentice. If not for the spiritual fusion during his transmigration, which had greatly improved his control over magic power, this attempt would likely have ended in failure.
Fortunately, everything had gone just as he had expected.
Lynn put the storage bag away. Recalling the terrifying sight from his memories of blazing White Phosphorus fire scorching the earth, he could not help but shudder.
He only hoped he would never need to use it...
As an Anno Domini Person who had grown up in peaceful times, Lynn still held life in deep reverence. But he also understood that in this other world, where human lives were worth less than grass, he could only let others die rather than himself for the sake of self-preservation...
"071!" Having finished everything, Lynn silently called out in his mind.
Ever since the intelligent brain had been forcibly shut down five days ago, this had become part of his daily routine.
Clearly, he received no response this time either.
If not for the magic power within his body slowly draining away to provide energy for the intelligent brain, Lynn would have suspected that 071 had vanished completely.
The intelligent brain was an important foundation for his survival in this unfamiliar world. Simply being able to vastly improve his thinking speed after connecting to the neural network was enough to help him escape many crises.
Not to mention that in that special state, he could transform magic power into elements and cast spells without preparing materials in advance.
Thinking of his mentor Coru casting the second-circle spell [Mass Ice Blade], Lynn vaguely formed a guess. The ability to transform magic power into elements was very likely the key distinction between Wizard Apprentices and Official Wizards!
He was certain that Carl, as an apprentice, absolutely could not do this. There were no relevant memories in his mind either. Most likely, the spiritual fusion after transmigration, combined with the intelligent brain's assistance, had allowed him to temporarily break through this limitation...
Pondering this, Lynn entered meditation, and the incomparably wondrous Elemental World appeared before his "eyes" once more.
But at this moment, Lynn's attention was focused on the strange rune floating within his Sea of Consciousness.
Inside the strange rune were countless tiny dots and lines, arranged in an extraordinarily unique fashion. It looked intricate and full of beauty.
Lynn tentatively touched it with his Mental Power, and the rune instantly lit up.
Immediately afterward, Lynn sensed that a tenth of the magic power in his body had vanished in that instant. When he opened his eyes, a diamond-shaped [Blade of Ice] floated above his palm.
"This seems a little like... a Spell Slot?"
Lynn stroked his chin, quickly recalling the Spell Slots mentioned in Elemental Analysis.
This was likewise an ability possessed only by Official Wizards, one that could greatly increase casting speed.
Overall, constructing a Spell Slot was somewhat like programming in his previous life. One set all the parameters in advance, then simply pressed the confirmation key when needed to immediately produce the result.
So the rune's arrangement probably meant: one part oxygen + two parts hydrogen + reduce molecular movement speed + special configuration = Blade of Ice?
Well, he had to admit, that was quite scientific!
Lynn tried several other spells with great interest, but unexpectedly, no new Spell Slots formed.
After thinking about it, Lynn quickly guessed the reason. To construct the corresponding Spell Slot, he likely needed to complete a full casting of a first-circle spell without relying on casting materials.
With that in mind, Lynn could only temporarily abandon the idea of continuing to solidify Spell Slots. Without the intelligent brain's assistance, there was still quite a 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 it was also the final day they had agreed upon!
The [Drunkard] Tavern stood in the most prosperous district of Ur Town.
If he had not followed the concealed markers all the way here, Lynn never would have imagined that Joanne would choose this place for their meeting.
And seventeen copper was precisely the price of a cup of Guro Wine!
Was this hiding in plain sight?
Lynn quietly grumbled to himself, but the moment he pushed open the door, his brows furrowed.
As a gathering place for the lower class, the [Drunkard] Tavern was extremely lively inside. A roaring stove drove away the night's chill, while the space of less than a hundred square meters was packed to the brim... The wooden floor was covered in spilled liquor and vomit, and wave after wave of thick, fishy stench nearly suffocated Lynn.
At the long table by the tavern entrance, a drunken halfling spotted Lynn the moment he came in. Seeing that he was young and unfamiliar, he shouted maliciously.
"Kid, why not come over and have a drink with us?"
Lynn turned his head and studied the drunken halfling with an inquisitive gaze.
Halflings were a species unique to this continent. They were not called that because they had only half a body, but because they were short, roughly half the height of an adult, much like dwarves.
However, these people were not the result of genetic defects, but a genuine separate race. Every halfling was powerfully built, their bodies covered in muscles that seemed to have been bestowed by nature itself. They were somewhat like the dwarves from the Western fantasy works of his previous life.
He just did not know what the halflings' bodily structure and genetic composition were really like, or how they differed from those of humans.
Lynn's instincts as a data archivist were stirring...
Under Lynn's probing gaze, the drunken halfling could not help but shiver, feeling a chill shoot from the soles of his feet into his heart.
Five years ago, in Nordland Territory, he had once met the notorious skullcutter Luke.
He had been a vicious thug who took great pleasure in dismembering people into pieces.
Lynn's gaze was remarkably similar to Luke's back then. In Lynn's eyes, he seemed to be nothing more than a corpse waiting to be dissected...
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