Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 48 People richer than you work harder than you

In the following time, Morton seemed to be trying to make up for the time Chen Mo had lost, working against the clock and paying meticulous attention to every detail.

“The essence of magic-based professions is to accumulate one’s spiritual energy through meditation, then use spiritual abilities to construct spell models, and use one’s own mana and various magical materials to leverage and guide the vast spiritual energy of the outside world, achieving a chain reaction step by step.”

"For example, for fire magic, which is the most common element, the vast spiritual energy in the world is like an endless forest. But you should note that the trees in the forest are not closely connected, but are separate from each other. You need to ignite each one yourself."

"A mage's spiritual power is like a tinder, while magical power is like the kindling you carry. How big a fire you can ignite ultimately depends on how long your tinder lasts and how much kindling you have stored!"

Chen Mo quickly took notes, and of course, he made sure to record both audio and video. After all, it was a private tutoring session; he had paid for it, so recording shouldn't be a problem, right?

He'll definitely send a copy of the secretly recorded video to his mom, and then pay Morton a little extra for the copyright. I don't think the tutor will mind, right?

Unaware of this, Morton continued to impart all his knowledge.

Morton greatly appreciated Chen Mo's positive attitude towards learning, but what pleased him even more was Chen Mo's comprehension ability.

It's no exaggeration to say that Chen Mo's complete education system on Blue Star was a complete and utter defeat for his peers on the Starry Continent, roughly equivalent to someone who has studied calculus going back to learn mixed arithmetic.

Of course, another reason that cannot be ignored is that Chen Mo gave so much!

Morton even considered that if he could train this student to the Moon Wheel realm, he might be able to build the magic tower for Teacher Hal to more than three stories.

Meanwhile, the sky fell on the other apprentices in the Micro-Light Group 3.

"Look at the spell models you've built! They're so off-target, have your brains been gnawed by goblins?" Morton's roar echoed through the schoolhouse, his spittle almost splattering onto the faces of the apprentices in the front row.

"Roy, come and help me demonstrate a shimmering spell model!"

Chen Mo silently began to create a model of himself in the air using psionic energy, revealing an impeccable luminous magical structure.

"Look, this is what a standard model is. This is a standard model that can be engraved on a magic stone tablet for recording!"

“Even though Roy’s mental strength is only a fraction of yours right now, I dare say that as long as he continues to maintain this attitude towards learning, you won’t even see his back in the future.”

Or perhaps, Morton was waving a notebook with neat handwriting, orderly rows, and meticulous corrections.

"Look at other people's homework, and then look at what you've written down? Were you dreaming about your sweetheart during class?"

He unleashed his fury on the entire group without mercy, looking utterly heartbroken: "Roy, whose family background is far superior to yours and who possesses wealth beyond your imagination, works harder than any of you. What makes you think you can be joking around like this?"

"Where is your future? In your useless gluttony?!"

The entire Micro-Light Group 3, under Morton's roar, was tormented by Chen Mo, experiencing an unprecedented sense of suffocation.

Behind the scenes, Morton was giving Chen Mo extra "VIP treatment," and Chen Mo's notebook was getting thicker and thicker at a visible rate.

"There is no absolute superiority or inferiority among different professions, only differences in ability and expertise. You need to know how to adapt to different situations..."

"Summoning utilizes spatial psionic energy to achieve interdimensional transfer..."

“The spell model is like a bridge, connecting the source of psionic energy to the point of casting. The more regular the model is constructed, the smoother the psionic energy can be generated, and the greater the power of the spell. Therefore, the same spell will have different effects when cast by different people…”

"Warriors channel their psionic energy into themselves, essentially making it their own arm, which makes their attacks faster and more agile. Especially high-level warriors who can project their psionic energy, their attack speed is several times faster than a mage channeling their psionic energy. When encountering a warrior, you must maintain a sufficient distance..."

"Magical materials are of utmost importance. As a mage, you must be thoroughly familiar with the magical materials you use and carefully check them before casting a spell! Otherwise, if someone mixes 'special items' into your spell materials, at best the spell will fail, and at worst you will suffer mental trauma, which could lead to irreparable consequences!"

"You absolutely must remember this!" Looking at Morton's incredibly serious yet slightly distorted face, Chen Mo seemed to understand something, so he nodded heavily.

Morton emphasized it several times to make sure Chen Mo had taken it to heart, then nodded slightly and handed a bag to Chen Mo: "I have some specially prepared potions here that can relieve mental fatigue after meditation. You should know my character now. If you trust me, you can try using some. It should be of some use to you!"

This is so useful!

"Thank you so much. How much is this?"

"I put it together myself, why would I need money? It's a free gift."

"If you're not going to take the money, then I won't take it!"

"..."

After leaving the one-on-one tutoring class, Cato had already bought dinner for Chen Mo.

"Why are you so late again today? I really admire you. I've never seen Old Mo care about any apprentice like this before. Hey, what are you holding in your hand? Did Old Mo give it to you?"

"Yes, it was given to me by the instructor."

Chen Mo casually opened the bag, rummaging through his food while taking out two doses of medicine and tossing them to Cato: "These are medicines personally prepared by Instructor Morton. He said they can speed up recovery after meditation."

"I like to be frank. Morton instructed me to be careful with the medicine, so I plan to find someone to try it out. It's five silver coins a time. Can you help me find out if anyone is willing to try it in front of me and let me see how it works?"

Cato's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he grabbed the medicine packet and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Brother! Why would you ask someone else for such a good thing? It's good to keep the good stuff in the family! Morton personally gave us the medicine, what could be wrong with it? Don't worry about it!"

"Don't even mention giving money, people would be willing to take money from us."

"Besides, bro, you're being too kind! 'Drug testing' sounds so scary. Just say you're giving them a free dose of the drug, they'll thank you. Wouldn't it be better to save that money?"

Chen Mo shoveled down the last bite of rice, wiped his mouth, and said to Cato with a serious expression, "Since you're willing to try the drug, then you should take the money."

"I'm not exactly a kind person either. When I'm forced to, I'll lie and I'll kill."

"However, I think that if I had a choice, I would try my best not to lie or kill people. That's a little psychological comfort for me."

"From now on, you are not allowed to use my name to deceive people. If you have any ideas or needs, just tell me directly!"

Cato nodded, seemingly confused.

Chen Mo got up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked back to the training room.

Wandering in this cannibalistic world, seeing the filth everywhere, he couldn't help but think of the past when Blue Star, Dongxia, also had a period of silence and darkness.

Ultimately, it was not some strategist or warlord who saved the nation; not some ruthless and domineering ruler; and certainly not some economic genius or micromanagement master…

Rather, they are a group of people with faith, who abide by the rules, are selfless, and are willing to sacrifice their families for their country.

Perhaps it was because he had heard their stories and been blessed by them that Chen Mo was able to retain a trace of kindness in his heart.

Walking in a strange world unknown to anyone, with unfamiliar land beneath his feet and an unfamiliar starry sky above, he still tried his best to keep his spine straight.

Don't embarrass your family's glorious ancestors!
(End of this chapter)