Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 2 Basic Potions (Proficient) Genius Tracy
What a pity... It would be great if I could really bind a Feng Ling Yue Ying modifier to it.

At that time, just change all the attributes and skills to the maximum value and become an ancestor in another world.

Ron flipped through the book "Basics of Potions" in his hand, memorizing and taking notes seriously, while taking a break from his busy schedule to daydream in his mind.

However, it's not bad now. The growth bonuses of attributes and skills stacked together by multiple extraordinary professions will be like a snowball, and the various values ​​will increase explosively as time goes by.

[Basic Potions Experience +1]

Another clue emerged, and Ron could feel his understanding of Potions deepening.

It feels like weaving a big net, and each knowledge point is a node on the net.

And whenever understanding deepens, new connections will emerge between these nodes.

This is growth - watching the numbers grow little by little and feeling the knowledge taking root and sprouting in your heart.

It is not the vague feeling of "seeming to understand", but clear, visible and quantifiable progress.

How great would it be if learning on Earth could be like this? He couldn't help but think...

If everyone can see in real time that their efforts are permanently preserved and quantified into clear numbers, this sense of reality of progress and the certainty that efforts will be rewarded are enough to make anyone addicted to the pursuit of knowledge.

In Ron's opinion, this was more fulfilling than his previous life. He could feel himself growing every moment, and every bit of his effort left a clear mark on the panel.

...Then, time passed quietly as I absorbed knowledge.

In the small room, the candlelight flickered day and night, casting swaying light and shadows on the pages of books and notes.

This week, apart from necessary eating and rest, he devoted almost all his time to the study of Potions.

“The activity of evening primrose will decrease with the time it is picked, but if it is collected during a full moon, its effectiveness can last for a full month;

Spiderweed must be cut horizontally, as this will preserve the most of its magic; while silver calamus needs to be cut diagonally, which will make it more potent."

The once obscure properties of medicinal herbs now formed vivid connections in his mind.

Knowledge is no longer just words, but an understanding that is integrated with flesh and blood.

[Basic Potions Experience +1]

[Basic Potions Experience +1]

[Basic Potions Experience +1]

……

[Basic Potions (Beginner 5/50) → Basic Potions (Proficient 9/100)]

[Additional feature acquired: High-speed memory (memory increased)]

A week passed quietly in this almost obsessive research.

The increase in this number was the result of his countless focused moments. On average, he only gained about ten experience points per day of hard study. Fortunately, the "high-speed memory" feature he obtained was very good, which was an unexpected surprise.

Moreover, the progress becomes slower and slower as time goes by. It is foreseeable that it will take at least several months of hard work to advance to the next stage.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to quickly change jobs to become the most basic [Potion Apprentice]. The speed of accumulating skill experience points for a blank slate with no profession is really as slow as a turtle's crawl.

I just don't know what the conditions are for changing to the combat profession [Wizard Apprentice]. It seems that he has not yet met the conditions for unlocking the change information.

Just as Ron was planning his next move in his mind, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Hey, Ron? Are you still alive?"

A teasing voice came from outside the door: "I haven't seen you in the public area for a whole week. I thought you had quietly turned into a mummy in your room."

Ron looked up and saw a handsome face looking at him through the half-open door.

The man had dazzling golden hair, and even the most ordinary gray-white apprentice robe could not conceal the elegance in his every move.

Ron searched his memory and found that this guy who seemed very familiar to him was Andre, the thirteenth prince of the kingdom and one of his few fellow countrymen in this black fog jungle.

When they were still in the kingdom, unlike other royal family members who were outspoken, Andre always behaved modestly and politely, even a little too low-key.

It is said that this relieved his brothers, who thought that their younger brother had no interest in fighting for the throne.

However, now, His Royal Highness the Thirteenth Prince was wearing the same gray-white apprentice robe as Ron, leaning against the door of his simple room.

"Your Highness, are you really concerned about me?" Ron teased. "It's a pity that our Ralph family isn't loyal to you." "Come on, don't call me Your Highness."

Andre waved his hand and leaned limply against the door frame:

"Here, we are all the same. Whether you are the Earl's son or the Thirteenth Prince, these secular titles are nothing but empty names in front of wizards."

His eyes swept across the table and suddenly stopped on the frayed copy of "Basics of Potions".

There are densely packed notes inserted between the pages, and some of the page corners have been curled due to being read.

"Could it be," Andre said with a hint of disbelief in his voice, "that you've been studying this all week?"

Looking at Andre's somewhat surprised expression, Ron suddenly realized how crazy his behavior this week might seem to outsiders.

You know, most apprentice candidates who have no hope of promotion will choose to spend time in public areas, or try to find some shortcuts, such as currying favor with seniors who have become formal apprentices.

There are probably very few people like him who lock himself in the room and study hard.

"Indeed." Ron nodded, his fingers unconsciously running over the pages of the book. "I find Potions unexpectedly interesting."

"Interesting?" Andre raised his eyebrows and his expression became serious.

As a prince who grew up in the palace and was good at observing people's words and expressions, he could naturally notice Ron's changes.

The focus and calmness in his eyes could not be faked.

"It seems like you really gained something from this."

Ron was about to answer when he noticed Andre's eyes fell on the thick stack of notes on the table again.

Those notes were almost twice as thick as the book "Basics of Potions" itself, and every page was filled with writing.

"Did you write all this down this week?"

Andre looked at the top half-open notebook, and what caught his eye were neat handwriting and clear diagrams.

Supplementary explanations and questions are also marked in many places. Judging from the age of the handwriting, some questions have been answered in subsequent studies.

"To be precise." Ron pointed to the thickest notebook. "This is the first one I took. At that time, many concepts were unclear, so I remembered them in great detail. Later, as my understanding deepened, my notes gradually became more refined."

Andre's gaze lingered on the book "Basics of Potions" for a moment, his expression somewhat complicated.

Too many people hit a wall in potions. Some apprentices have studied for years but still cannot get started, let alone reach the proficiency standard in just a few months.

This book was originally given to Ron by him. At that time, he had already determined that Ron had no talent in Potions, so he simply sold this book that cost him a lot of magic stone fragments.

"Do you remember where this book came from?" Andre asked casually.

Ron thought for a moment and quickly recalled, "Your Highness gave it to me. At that time, you said that Potions wasn't suitable for you and that you planned to study Enchanting instead."

Andrei glanced at the densely packed notes on the other person's desk, a strange look on his face:

"It seems you're much better at working harder than me. It's only been a week, and you've managed to take so many notes."

"Tell the truth." He said casually:
"I didn't expect you to choose Potions. You know, many experienced apprentices have failed in Potions. Just reading and taking notes is probably not enough."

Andre chuckled and didn't finish his words, but his pessimistic attitude was already obvious.

Enchanting, alchemy, potions... these are all toys that belong only to those with talent. He has tried several mainstream wizarding skills, but undoubtedly failed.

Hadn't he also been like Ron, desperately trying to find a way out under the pressure of time?

But the reality is cruel - any wizarding skill is not an easy field to master. Those with talent are not one in ten thousand, but at least one in a hundred, and the one in a hundred here is selected from these candidate apprentices.

Ron smiled, probably knowing what Andre was thinking, but he didn't care and casually talked about other topics:

"Come to think of it, I haven't seen Tracy for a long time. She's been..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that the Thirteenth Prince, who had always shown good manners, suddenly lost control of his expression for a moment.

Although the other party quickly adjusted back to his elegant and calm appearance, Ron still caught that brief loss of composure.

"Oh, you mean her? She's already a mid-level apprentice." Andre maintained an elegant smile, his tone brisk and somewhat deliberate:
"He just completed his promotion ceremony last month. He is truly the only genius among our fellow townsmen."

(End of this chapter)