Green's Cognition of Wizard Body Modification

Although he always needed to stop to recover his mana through meditation, Thor was still the fastest among the newcomers at learning runes.

Many people couldn't even draw their first rune by the time class ended.

But Thor didn't feel particularly proud.

He understood in his heart that if it was this strenuous just to trace runes now, he had no idea how many obstacles he would face later when he actually wanted to cast a spell.

Therefore, Thor didn't rush for speed; instead, he constructed a few repeating runes over and over, reducing mana leakage so that he could construct more runes with the same amount of mana.

Rather than having his mana fluctuate like thunder every time he constructed a single rune.

After class, Thor politely declined Keli's request to walk together and went to test his current mana first.

He wanted to know just how hopeless his mana talent really was.

Soon, he walked out with a look of disappointment on his face.

Although he had been mentally prepared, having only 3 units of mana still made him feel that his future was bleak.

It was absolutely impossible to reach 10 units within three months using conventional methods!

What happens if I don't pass the test? I'll probably die, right?

Thor followed the slope of the Wizard Tower to the library on the ninth floor, and the moment he stepped through the library doors, he had already made up his mind.

Rather than dying because I failed the test, I might as well risk my life to pass it.

At the entrance of the library, a man sat bolt upright against the wall; judging by his attire, he seemed to be the administrator here.

Thor stepped forward, wanting to ask about the rules for borrowing books from the library.

However, the man would look up at the ceiling in terror one moment, then carefully glare at the floor out of the corner of his eye the next, as if something terrifying were about to emerge from above his head or beneath his feet.

He completely ignored Thor's questions.

Thor followed his gaze to look at the floor and ceiling, but he didn't discover anything unusual.

He had no choice but to return to the library entrance, watching the rows of towering bookshelves with vigilance.

Faint mist drifted through the library, and only the two or three rows of bookshelves near the entrance were clearly visible. The further back one looked, the blurrier it became, until everything was completely submerged under white fog in the end.

There were clear signs standing on both sides of the bookshelves, with "Tier 0," "Tier 1," and so on written in fist-sized characters.

The bookshelves here were classified according to the tier of the spells.

Obviously, higher-tier bookshelves corresponded to more profound and dangerous knowledge.

Thor walked inward along the only straight path in the library.

His footsteps stopped at the boundary between the Tier 0 and Tier 1 bookshelves.

He peered at the book spines exposed on the shelves, many of which were marked with names.

It was just that some of those books were written in wizard languages; apart from Noah Language, Thor didn't know any other types of wizard languages.

The text on the Tier 0 books only made one feel slightly uncomfortable, without causing a strong sense of dizziness.

Thinking of the new apprentice who had cut himself into strips and planted himself in the flowerbed just this morning, Thor didn't dare to look too closely at the text he couldn't recognize.

After lingering at the boundary for a while, Thor stepped forward again and walked inward, his figure disappearing behind the white fog.

Once there was someone to make the first attempt, a second and third would naturally appear soon after.

New apprentices entered the library one after another, curiously sizing up everything.

Someone stepped forward and tried to wake the administrator sitting at the entrance.

But when his hand touched the administrator's shoulder, the man's figure suddenly vanished, and his hand swiped through empty air.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Several newcomers looked at each other, recalling what a bizarre place this Wizard Tower was, and hurriedly turned back to huddle together.

"Do we really have to go in? The atmosphere here feels strange; it doesn't feel as safe as the dormitory," said a somewhat timid girl named Jenna.

"That servant went in; you wouldn't say you're worse than a servant, would you?" another person with flamboyant features immediately retorted.

"We can wait here for a bit and see if he encounters any danger after going in," said Duke, who looked much gentler than before.

After being threatened by Thor, he seemed to have reined in the hostility he carried.

Yet, every time he looked in the direction where Thor had disappeared, a trace of resentment would flash in his eyes, as if he desperately hoped Thor would just vanish like that and never come back out.

However, to his disappointment, Thor reappeared from the white fog after a short while, holding a book in his hand.

After coming out, Thor discovered that the nervous man at the entrance was gone.

There was no one else in the library besides him and the few newcomers.

"How do I borrow this book? Do I just take it?"

Given that the seniors charged money to impart knowledge, Thor didn't think the library was open for free.

"Two magic crystals for one day of borrowing."

Just as Thor was looking around, an old man suddenly appeared at the entrance.

If one observed the old man's appearance carefully, they would find that he looked very similar to the man who had just been sitting at the entrance, only his features were a dozen years older.

So expensive!

Thor had anticipated that borrowing books wouldn't be cheap, but he hadn't expected it to be this costly.

He didn't haggle, instead handing two magic crystals directly to the old man before rushing out of the library.

Now, he was in a race against time.

"Are you lot here to borrow books too? If you are, go grab them quickly and don't waste my time." The old man tucked the magic crystals away with satisfaction, then turned his head and said with a stern face to the other few newcomers.

The newcomers shook their heads repeatedly.

Are you kidding? The test is in three months. They hadn't even finished learning the basics of sorcery; who would want to read those profound books? And spend a whole two magic crystals on them?

That Thor must be crazy!

"If you're not borrowing, then get lost." The old man barked, and his figure suddenly vanished again.

The newcomers felt their cheeks burn, and they lowered their heads, pushing and shoving each other as they left the library.

After a short break, at two in the afternoon, Thor arrived at the laboratory carrying his newly borrowed book and a blank notebook.

Finding an empty desk and chair, Thor tossed the book onto it and buried his head in copying.

Before long, Angela and Duke arrived as well.

The three of them sat far apart as usual, minding their own business and not disturbing one another.

Approaching three o'clock, the level two apprentice Mark strolled into the laboratory, accompanied by a man with a nervous expression.

Mark spoke to the man with a smile while seemingly glancing around the laboratory without much intent.

When he saw Thor sitting there perfectly fine, a flash of complex emotion crossed his face.

"You go back now; I'll find you if I need anything." Mark nodded at the man, walked past Duke—who was closer to the door—and went straight to Thor's side.

Duke, who had already stood up, sheepishly sat back down.

Mark's arrival did not break the focus of Thor, who was engrossed in copying the book.

It wasn't until a hand lightly tapped on his desk that Thor realized someone was standing beside him.

"Senior Mark." Thor stood up immediately, his demeanor respectful yet tinged with vigilance.

"You did a great job with your work yesterday; it was cleaner than if I had tidied it up myself." Mark wore a smile. "However, I've been thinking, and organizing the laboratory might still be a bit difficult for you. You won't need to do this work in the future."

Thor's fingers, pressing against the book, curled slightly.

Could Mark's sudden change of heart be related to the Big Pink that appeared last night?

Or was there some other hidden reason?

Thor felt conflicted. The experience last night was indeed terrifying, but if he didn't do the laboratory cleaning work, he wouldn't have the money to ask Mark for guidance.

"But Senior..." Thor began hesitantly.

Mark immediately knew what Thor wanted to say and spoke up readily: "If you have any questions in the future, just ask me directly. Mentor Kazi did tell me to take good care of you, after all."

"Thank you, Senior!" Thor immediately puffed out his chest, looking very excited.

The two of them appeared to be in a state of unity and friendship, with neither mentioning the events of yesterday.

Since Thor could survive last night, he certainly wasn't simple himself.

Without sufficient incentive, Mark wouldn't casually make a move against an apprentice.

He didn't want to be dragged into deeper, muddier waters without cause.

At the same time, he decided to give this formidable newcomer a little compensation to let the matter of yesterday slide.

"Are you copying a book?"

"Yes, I borrowed a book, but I can only keep it for one day, so I thought I'd copy some of it first to read slowly."

"Let me see which parts are useful for you." Mark enthusiastically picked up the book.

Upon seeing the cover, he glanced at Thor in surprise.

This book was actually the one he had mentioned to Thor yesterday, a book in the category of witch body modification!

Green's Cognition of Wizard Body Modification

"You... are you really going to read this book?"

Facing Mark's inquiry, Thor nodded calmly.