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Zhao Xu had always been somewhat resigned to the state of his leveling.

Neither high enough nor low enough.

Arthur's Wizard player system could be called fortunate, because they had skipped over the more than ten-year "magic apprentice" system that native Arthurians had to endure.

More outrageously, they could decide their Talent Points when creating their accounts, thereby gaining sufficient Intelligence Attribute.

Among Wizard players, those with 16, 17, or 18 Intelligence were everywhere, directly crushing Arthur's entire native Wizard population.

The mere requirement of 11 Intelligence to qualify as a magic apprentice and learn to cast First-ring Spells had already barred countless commoners across Arthur's vast lands.

But once Wizard players transmigrated to Arthur, the situation reversed.

A Sorcerer's spells came from their bloodline. The more they excavated it, the faster they could level up.

A Cleric's spells came from the gods. As long as the gods favored them, even a pile of shit would be a noble messenger of shit.

But the Wizard community, who believed man could conquer heaven, that their fate was their own, and who relied on learning for their arcane arts, did not have that kind of luck.

Countless Wizard players had to relearn the original arcane knowledge system.

Though the basic incantations and casting gestures could still be engraved in their minds, and the "spell models" recorded in Spellbooks remained exact and unchanged.

There were, after all, very few high school students who could teach themselves from a copy of Advanced Mathematics until they were capable of passing postgraduate entrance exam math.

For the Wizard community, there was simply no possibility of breaking through this hurdle without being stuck for a year or two.

Not to mention that the Barbaric Dead Land itself was a wilderness of knowledge, where even food was hard