Healing Spells

Compared to the arcane arts of Wizards, whose content and structure were immensely complex, Clerics' Divine Spells basically contained only spell descriptions.

Zhao Xu glanced at his Spell Slots.

Cleric:

Zero-level Divine Spell Slots: 3 = 3 (class)

First-level Divine Spell Slots: 2 = 1 (class) + 1 (Wisdom)

He could freely choose from those 12 + 25 Divine Spells for these three zero-level Spell Slots and two first-level Spell Slots.

When Zhao Xu had fought Antinoa that morning, those five spells would have run out quickly.

These past few days, people on the forums had already registered IDs like "When Will Wizards Get Buffed?" to protest the lack of Spell Slots.

Many players who had painstakingly advanced to become Wizards were beginning to realize that a Wizard's difficulty bore no relation to the class's actual strength.

In other online games, a Wizard would be embarrassed to call himself a Wizard if he didn't throw out more than a dozen spells in a battle, not to mention that they could drink mana potions to restore their magic.

In Arthur, casting just four or five spells already emptied them out.

The fact that they could not cast again until the next day after using up their spells had completely enraged many apprentice Spellcasters who had already graduated or were still in training.

Zhao Xu knew that these people still hadn't changed their way of thinking. Their minds remained trapped in the stereotype that Arthur was a game about leveling up and grinding monsters.

They had yet to realize that conducting research, completing quests, and improving themselves could also raise their levels.

In his Previous Life, it would only take another month or so before conserving Spell Slots became everyone's common understanding.

However, Zhao Xu no longer cared about that. With the Cleric's Spell Slots, at least at level 1, his endurance was double that of others.

In Arthur, having spare Spell Slots made you the boss.

With his experience as a Wizard, Zhao Xu had basically made his choices after roughly browsing through the Divine Spells.

In any case, he had no need for actual combat. Even if he prepared them, he would just casually use them up soon enough.

For zero-level spells, he prepared Create Water, Detect Magic, and Mending.

For first-level spells, he prepared Divine Favor and Comprehend Languages.

The moment he finished choosing, it was as if some sacred power had been directly poured into Zhao Xu's body.

His entire body felt numb and tingly, while his mind became refreshed and alert.

Then he snapped out of his daze.

Only then did he look at the hourglass in the corner and realize that an hour had passed.

The spells he had prepared for the day as a Wizard had already turned gray, indicating that they had been used.

Having just acquired Divine Spells, Zhao Xu was not overly excited.

Like a Wizard's arcane arts, some of a Cleric's Divine Spells still required verbal and somatic components.

However, compared to Wizards, Clerics did not need to understand why. They only needed to imitate the process, and they could successfully cast the spell.

Since Zhao Xu had experience as a Wizard, he needed no training in that regard.

Right there, he began imitating the incantations and gestures for the spells he had chosen on his Character Card.

Like a beginner imitating dance moves, Zhao Xu barely managed to recite the incantation and make the hand seal correctly on his first try.

Finally, he silently called out, Create Water!

Sweet, clean water suddenly surged from Zhao Xu's previously empty palm.

Without a container to hold it, the water flowed endlessly onto the floor.

It kept flowing until it had produced a full seven or eight liters, roughly half a barrel of bottled water, soaking the floor of Zhao Xu's dormitory.

Fortunately, he lived on the first floor, and the ground beneath him was made of green bricks. Otherwise, it would have been difficult to clean up.

Yet as he looked at the drinkable water created by his spell, Zhao Xu fell into thought.

Compared to a Wizard's arcane arts, a Cleric's Divine Spells were weaker at battlefield control but stronger at support.

At the very least, the most crucial Healing Spells were basically Divine Spells unique to Clerics.

Zhao Xu was slowly beginning to understand why those Spellcasters always acted so superior.

It was because they had achieved self-sufficiency.

Wizards still had to learn spells, while Clerics did not need to beg anyone. They only needed to pray to the gods.

Whatever they lacked, they could create.

Once his level rose, Zhao Xu would likewise be able to create food and houses.

If a true apocalypse came, only Spellcasters like them could find a corner and live self-sufficiently every day.

After lamenting his foolishness in his Previous Life, Zhao Xu continued with his plan.

His focus was healing spells.

In his Previous Life, Zhao Xu had received Healing Spells from Clerics on the battlefield. He still could not forget that sensation of life being elevated.

That was also the significance of "HP" to professionals like them.

A Cleric's Healing Spells could help them recover HP.

Theoretically, as long as they were not instantly killed, with sufficient Cleric support and high-defense tank-style Fighter classes, they could wage a war of attrition against some of Arthur's powerful monsters and possibly defeat the strong with the weak.

As the representatives of healing, good Clerics could naturally convert any prepared spell into a "Healing Spell."

Evil Priests, on the other hand, could convert any prepared spell into a "damage spell."

Although Zhao Xu's alignment was still Absolute Neutral, he honestly chose the healing route.

His Wizard spell list had plenty of damage spells.

Clerics like Zhao Xu were born with this spontaneous conversion ability and needed no training.

But now he had spells, and he had the spontaneous ability as well.

What he lacked was an injured target.

After Zhao Xu swept his gaze around the entire bedroom, he failed to find anything sharp.

After thinking it over, the only target could be himself.

Zhao Xu raised his fist and could only smile awkwardly.

The players still adventuring outside could never have imagined that the Healing Spells they had been desperately waiting for, the ones they could only beg for on the forums every day, were about to be used up by someone who merely wanted to test them.

Zhao Xu slowly exhaled. Self-harm was rather embarrassing to admit, but it was hard to find someone else to test it on right now, so he had no choice.

Looking at his fist, he knew that an unarmed strike dealt 1D3 damage to HP.

With 6 HP, he did not need to worry about the ridiculous possibility of knocking himself unconscious with one punch.

With a sudden burst of force, Zhao Xu swung his fist hard at his chest.

By completely giving up any attempt to block, he was nearly beaten breathless on the spot, his chest tightening as he failed to catch his breath.

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