Distraction

To be honest, looking at Senior Sister Kongsha's appearance, Thor felt she didn't even need a brain.

He hurriedly lowered his head, afraid that Senior Sister Kongsha would think he was mocking her.

"Did you remember that?" The hands Kongsha gripped onto Thor's shoulders tightened slightly.

Thor immediately broke into a cold sweat from the pain.

"I, I remembered." He said repeatedly.

Kongsha finally let him go. "Remember, at least one level-one apprentice's brain per month."

"But what if there aren't that many level-one apprentice corpses?"

Kongsha looked down at Thor from her superior position; the tenderness from just a moment ago had vanished, revealing a true face she hadn't managed to hide in time.

"Then you'll need to find a way yourself. Remember, if the quantity isn't enough, I won't give you a second dose of the potion."

Kongsha left.

She left a small vial of potion for Thor.

The potion was contained in a glass bottle, the mouth plugged with a cork, and the cork was covered with a small piece of leather tied with silk thread.

It was as if she were terrified of it leaking.

But the first thing Thor did after Kongsha left was to struggle to pry the bottle's cap open.

The potion was transparent, creating a few bubbles as he shook it.

Thor kept a straight face, leaned in, and took a light sniff.

A faint, fishy scent.

It wasn't exactly unpleasant.

Thor hurriedly capped the bottle and resealed the mouth with the leather.

His heart stirred, and he immediately sat down to begin meditation.

After a while, Thor opened his eyes.

"Meditation efficiency, it increased a little. Although it was only a tiny bit, because my mana is so low, I could feel it quite clearly. It really did improve."

Thor looked at the potion on the table in disbelief.

Just by smelling it, he was actually able to feel the difference within.

This medicine was truly formidable!

If he were to swallow it all in one go as Kongsha said, and then sleep for a day and a night, wouldn't he become a walking elemental particle absorption machine?

But the price to be paid behind this was also immense.

The Hardcover Book had warned him that if he drank it all, he would become someone else's spellcasting material in three years.

What form would he be in by then? A lump of mana-rich dead meat? Or a walking corpse?

Yet Senior Sister Kongsha wanted him to drink it all within a month!

Thor remained expressionless as he tucked the small bottle away close to his body.

Even without the Hardcover Book's warning, he had no intention of taking this potion at all.

Keeping it was, firstly, to appease Kongsha; after all, he still intended to cling to this long, fair thigh to use against Sid.

Secondly, the potion's effects were terrifying, and Thor also wanted to find an opportunity to study it properly. It was just that the one-month expiration date was too short.

"Perhaps the Hardcover Book can assist me in making some improvements." Thor was still reluctant to give up the massive boost the potion provided. "After all, it's a miraculous medicine that can improve meditation efficiency just by smelling its scent."

"Wait, smelling it works too?" Thor fell into deep thought.

The next day, Thor, sporting dark circles under his eyes, met Keli at the entrance of the public classroom, who was also sporting dark circles under her eyes.

The two looked at each other and, by tacit agreement, made no comments about each other's appearance.

With synchronized steps and movements, they arrived at their familiar corner, pulled out their chairs, and sat down together.

As soon as she sat down, Keli let out an abrupt yawn.

Tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes, only to be ruthlessly wiped away by the back of her hand.

"You seem very tired; did you stay up late again?" Although Thor was in no position to talk about others.

"I just feel the urgency of time. Those bad people won't give us time to grow."

The "bad people" Keli spoke of were precisely the Mutual Aid Society that had made her feel abnormal over ten days ago.

Keli had always been proud, and her learning progress was the fastest among this batch of new students.

Except for Thor, whose progress she couldn't fathom, Keli considered herself to have worked extremely hard.

But ever since she was inexplicably parasitized at the Mutual Aid Society without even realizing it, Keli discovered how ridiculous it was to only think about comparing progress with the same batch of apprentices.

Even if it was just a difference of a small level, there existed a gap as vast as that between a hunter and prey.

Weakness was the original sin!

If you only look at your feet while climbing a steep mountain, you will ignore the boulders falling from above.

So she worked even harder.

What it means to grind, what it means to be a workaholic—all of this was vividly embodied in Keli.

Thor did not know Keli's determination, but he was clear about her pride.

The experience at the Mutual Aid Society had already stung Keli's chin, forcing her to lower her head.

Thor also knew that although Keli was a genuine young girl, she would not be defeated by such a small setback.

"Have you noticed," Keli stared at a corner of the classroom and whispered to Thor, "they don't look as weird as they did that day anymore."

Thor continued to look down at his book, his eyelids flicking up quickly.

In the corner near the edge at the front of the classroom, Duoze and Luoji were still sitting next to Duke, but they were both talking to the girl in the row behind them.

Keli said that girl's name was Jenna.

She had once stopped Thor, wanting to invite him to the Mutual Aid Society, but she was rebuffed by Thor and never had the chance to speak again in the end.

Jenna still looked a bit shy, but it was clear that she enjoyed being chatted up by the boys.

Although he only took a glance, Thor also saw that Duke's expression was somewhat absent-minded, while Duoze looked smug.

Only Luoji, who had never seemed to have much of an opinion of his own, had eyes that lit up when they landed on Jenna.

"Youth..."

But thinking that these people all seemed to have joined the Mutual Aid Society, Thor changed his words, "This fleeting youth."

"I've been observing them these past few days," Keli continued to whisper to Thor. "Except for the first day they came back, when they acted strangely, they haven't shown those weird reactions since. However, I've quietly inquired, and it seems that the Mutual Aid Society has been established for several years."

Established for several years? Does that mean many of the Senior Sisters and Senior Brothers around them are also members of the Mutual Aid Society?

Thinking that there might be some parasite on each of these people, and that they might turn into weird puppets at any moment, Thor and Keli both felt a chill down their spines.

It was as if you were walking down a hallway, and everyone you brushed past was grinning unconsciously.

"It's impossible for everyone to be a member of the Mutual Aid Society. Doesn't Senior Brother Byron have the means to deal with them?" Thor reasoned.

Keli bit her lip; she still sometimes woke up from nightmares and reached out to touch the scar on her head.

"But Senior Brother Byron is unwilling to meddle in their affairs. Jenna asked me to go to a gathering again two days ago, but I didn't go."

Thor hadn't been invited again, but he also felt it was a bit tricky.

Once you get stuck with this kind of organization, it's nothing but trouble.

Sometimes it's not a matter of whether you want to participate or not, especially when the organizers behind it have impure motives.

"You need to be careful and don't let them target you."

"It's fine, I told Jenna that Mentor Gudo asked me to help in his laboratory," Keli tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "They wouldn't dare provoke a mentor."

She then suggested to Thor: "If you have nothing to do, go find Senior Brother Byron. If the organizers of the Mutual Aid Society find out that you are close to Senior Brother Byron, perhaps they won't dare to pester you."

Thor shook his head, "Senior Brother Byron is almost thirty; he is about to leave the Wizard Tower."

Thor told Keli about the rule that those who cannot advance to a Level 3 Apprentice before the age of thirty will be sent away.

Keli was surprised and almost couldn't keep her voice down, "So that's how it is. No wonder those Level 2 Apprentices who rely on nobles are all so old; it turns out they were dismissed by the Wizard Tower."

"I wonder when we will be able to walk out of this high tower?"

Since Thor transmigrated, he had never left the Wizard Tower, and his range of movement was limited to just a few places.

He had almost forgotten what the sun looked like.

If his days weren't filled with study and work, leaving him no time to think too much, Thor might have been driven mad by the confinement.

Chapter two is here too.