The Overpowered Slacker Saint Body

The moment Crow left, that light, unrestrained feeling of racing thoughts returned to Tylen's body.

"Just as I thought."

Tylen looked in the direction Crow had vanished, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"This talent's activation condition can even serve as an early-warning radar."

"As long as my thoughts suddenly slow down, it means someone is watching me."

"In this Wizard world full of surveillance and conspiracies, this is practically a life-saving divine skill."

He casually picked up the parchment list Makley had left behind and glanced at its requirements without any ripple in his heart.

If it had been Tylen in his previous life, he might have felt uncomfortable about such desecration of corpses.

But now?

He was used to it.

There was still an entire night before dawn.

For someone who possessed "thirty times the time," one night was long enough to accomplish many things.

Tylen summoned the card pool interface again.

"Since my lucky streak is already spent, let's see whether the rest of my luck can pull a purple."

Though reason told him he should stop, he decided to use his remaining five pulls to test the card pool's pity system.

The second pull flashed gray.

[Obtained Common Item: Apprentice's Experience Book x2]

[Apprentice's Experience Book: Directly grants a Spell Model 500 experience.]

The third pull flashed gray.

[Obtained Common Item: Basic Alchemy Material Pack x1]

The fourth pull flashed white.

[Obtained Fine Item: Meditation Essential Oil x10]

[Meditation Essential Oil: Consume during meditation to increase meditation speed by 1%, stacking up to 5 times.]

The fifth pull flashed gray.

[Obtained Common Item: Basic Alchemy Material Pack x1]

After all six pulls were finished, Tylen calmed down as well.

His luck was still normal. There was no absurd streak of gold pulls.

"The items inside correspond to five quality grades."

"Each grade contains many different things. It isn't like each grade only has one type of item."

With that thought, Tylen took a deep breath.

"No more pulling. I'll save up for the next card pool."

"If I pull gold now and it's useless, while the next card pool has something good but I have no pulls left, that'll be a huge loss!"

Having dealt with the surprise brought by the card pulls, Tylen turned his attention back to cruel reality—the Grand Monthly Card mission panel.

"Daily mission: Consume 6 Mental Power."

Tylen glanced at his attribute panel, where a miserable 3 was displayed.

"My full mana bar is only 3 points, and it wants me to consume 6? That's like telling someone with only two hundred bucks in savings that they have to move a thousand bucks through their account every day."

"Skip it. Meditate first."

Without the slightest hesitation, Tylen grabbed the [Meditation Essential Oil] he had just pulled.

This luxury item, which sold for as much as 50 Purple Gold Coins per bottle in apprentice markets, was now chugged by him five bottles at once like liquid medicine.

A cool, minty sensation slid down his throat into his stomach, then turned into threads of chill that shot straight to the crown of his head.

[Status Updated: Meditation efficiency increased by 5%]

"Everything is ready."

Tylen sat cross-legged on the damp stone floor. Ignoring the miserable corpses around him, he closed his eyes and assumed the standard posture recorded in the Meditation Atlas.

The next second, the [Slacker Saint Body] passive activated.

The previously noisy world instantly faded away.

If ordinary apprentices meditating was like using a rusty spoon to dig for spring water through solid rock;

Then Tylen at this moment was like a high-powered tunnel-boring machine, charging wildly forward through the world of the mind.

His consciousness flowed along the obscure rune paths within the atlas, and the awkward feeling of obstruction vanished completely.

Time flew by amid his extreme concentration.

Soon, a standard meditation cycle—one hour—came to an end.

When Tylen opened his eyes again, he did not feel the usual dizzy exhaustion. Instead, his mind had never felt clearer, as if his rusty brain had been coated in lubricant.

He immediately called up the panel.

[Mental Power: 3.0 → 3.1]

"Terrifying..."

Tylen stared at the changing number, his pupils widening slightly.

"Base efficiency multiplied by the talent's thirtyfold bonus, then multiplied by the oil's 1.05 coefficient... My meditation efficiency is now 31.5 times what it used to be!"

Over the past six months, the original owner had squeezed out two hours every day for meditation like an ascetic, sacrificing sleep and nearly half his life just to barely raise his Mental Power from 2 to 3.

And now?

Just one hour had increased it by 0.1!

"Is this the joy of being a paying player?"

This visible, immediate positive feedback from his stats instantly stimulated a flood of dopamine in Tylen's brain. The rush felt even better than signing a million-dollar deal in his previous life.

"Again!"

While the momentum was hot, Tylen immediately began his second round of meditation.

Another hour passed.

[Mental Power: 3.1 → 3.2]

When he attempted a third meditation session, a sharp stabbing pain rose from deep within his mind. It was a warning that his consciousness was about to run dry.

"Just as expected. An apprentice's physical vessel is too fragile. Two cycles a day are the limit."

Tylen stopped reluctantly, but the fire of excitement in his eyes only burned brighter.

"At this rate, I'll reach 4 points in five days and hit the passing line of 6 points within half a month!"

"What was originally a guaranteed death threshold now looks like nothing more than a sheet of window paper."

After finishing his meditation, he casually claimed the daily mission's experience reward.

The Grand Monthly Card's level experience bar jumped from [0/10000] to [300/10000].

"Keep grinding."

Tylen looked at the remaining missions.

"Collect 3 corpses... It's too late now. Going out at night is too dangerous."

"Consume 6 Mental Power... My current maximum isn't enough. I'll need to recover through meditation first."

"Skill practice... I don't have any skills."

The only daily mission he could still complete today was: [Perform one Spell Model deduction].

Tylen took a deep breath and withdrew the two [Apprentice's Experience Books] emitting Glimmer from the card-draw space.

These experience books could be bought on the market, but they were extremely expensive.

And to achieve their greatest effect, they were best used within the same school, or even on the same spell.

Because this experience was Knowledge Crystal extracted from the minds of dead Wizards!

Universal experience like the kind Tylen held would be worth at least 1,000 Purple Gold Coins per book on the black market.

With a thought, the two books transformed into streams of light and burrowed into his brow.

The proficiency of [Spirit Summoning Control Method] soared instantly!

[360 → 1360/100000]

Boom!

A vast amount of insight regarding soul ripples and spiritual boundaries appeared in his mind out of nowhere, as solid as if he had trained relentlessly for three months without rest.

"There's still 8,640 experience left before breaking through to the first stage, LV.1."

In this world's system, whether it was the five major ranks from apprentice to legend, or the ten minor levels within each rank, all had strict standards.

The Spell Model was the measuring stick for one's rank.

Every Spell Model was divided into ten stages.

For apprentices, completing the deduction of one stage meant advancing one level along the apprentice path.

When all ten stages had been completed and the model was fully solidified, capable of supporting enormous Mana circuits...

That was the moment one advanced to become an Official Wizard and achieved a leap in life's level!

That was when mortals stepped into the extraordinary, their lifespans rising from roughly seventy years to two hundred.

"Though I haven't leveled up yet, my perception of Mana has grown stronger."

Tylen closed his eyes and entered a state of inner vision.

Within his spiritual world floated a mass of gray, hazy mist.

Deep within the mist, he could vaguely see a dim three-dimensional magic array. That was the [Spirit Summoning Control Method] inherited from his mentor.

So-called "Spell Model deduction" meant using one's own Mental Power as fuel to disperse the mist and illuminate the rune nodes on the magic array.

Through the process of advancing the Spell Model, Mana would be refined.

It was an extremely tedious, difficult, and costly process.

Like using flesh and blood to push a massive rusty millstone.

"Let's begin."