Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

A few days later, at the Shadow Moon Tower, in the outer tower area.

The warning runes on the door of the small building where Ian lived flashed briefly before returning to normal.

A travel-worn Ian pushed open the door and entered, with Gaga flying in at his feet and landing skillfully on the living room shelf.

After being away for nearly a month, the house is still clean, except for a thin layer of dust.

Ian placed the dimensional bag on the table and poured out several materials he had brought back this time, as well as the recipe for the [Earth Bear Potion].

His gaze swept over the formula, and he recalled the details of his father's transformation, his eyes thoughtful.

"Abyss Pollution Neutralizer...is essentially a distortion and reconciliation of the rules."

However, the transformation of the father's bloodline was a successful orderly fusion.

These two things seem contradictory, but at the level of principles, they may share some common ground.

He walked to the window, gazing at the towering main tower in the distance and the figures bustling about in the gray fog, and his thoughts gradually cleared.

With his family's mundane affairs and concerns temporarily resolved, from this moment on, he must truly immerse himself in the rules and vortex of the tower.

Potions-related projects, probing from various parties, and factions lurking in the shadows...

And the long and real path of becoming a wizard awaits him.

On its shoulder, it preens its feathers, its eyes flashing with anticipation for the "high-tower life" to come.

……

In the laboratory, Ian quietly activated the [Soul Devouring] property to conduct in-depth analysis of the contaminated sample.

When he discovered that the chaotic and sparse fragments of rules in the sample bore a subtle resemblance to the crystallized abyssal laws he possessed, he was greatly encouraged.

If crystallization can be used as a reference template, research efficiency will be greatly improved.

But he also knew that in this place where everyone was watching, revealing his hand would be asking for trouble.

Therefore, he repeatedly compared the analytical information with the experimental data through the panel, exploring and deducing possible purification paths little by little in the mental world that others could not see.

A week later, the atmosphere at the project team's routine meeting was unusually heavy.

Herman, his face grave, presented the latest data on experimental failures.

"On the 327th attempt, the neutralizing agent only increased the inhibition rate of the level 3 contaminated sample by 0.3%, which was negligible."

At this rate, the project may not be completed before the deadline.

The first-level wizards looked at each other, the atmosphere heavy.

At this moment, Ian raised his hand: "Wizard Herman, I have some ideas."

All eyes turned to them.

Herman frowned: "Speak."

"I analyzed the data from the last hundred experiments, and the key to the failure was... we were unable to reach the 'contract node' of the pollution rules."

Ian walked to the demonstration board and used his mental power to draw several intersecting curves.

"Abyssal contamination does not spread randomly, but rather infiltrates along specific patterns of rules."

If we can pinpoint the key nodes in these networks and inject order contract energy in a targeted manner, we might be able to achieve local neutralization before gradually spreading the effects.

He presented several data models he derived himself; although they were rough, the logic was clear.

Hermann stared at the presentation board, his eyes gradually brightening.

"Rules and regulations... contract nodes... interesting. How did you come up with that?"

"During the Demon Hunter War, I observed the distortion of the rules of the Earth Hernia up close and gained some insights," Ian said calmly.

"Very good!" Hermann rarely smiled.

"This idea is worth trying, Wizard Marcus. You can lead a group to specifically study the methods for locating the rules and patterns. If you need any resources, just ask me directly."

"Yes."

After the meeting, several first-level wizards surrounded him.

"Ian, you're amazing! 'The Wizard: My Skills Can Break Infinitely' has received rave reviews and rave ratings! You were noticed by your mentor Herman after only one week here."

"Which book did you read that theory in? I don't recall it."

Ian responded modestly, but he knew in his heart that this was just the beginning.

Just as Ian was gradually integrating into the Potions Department, a silent test was being conducted against him from the shadows.

That afternoon, he had just come out of the laboratory when a wizard in a gray robe blocked his way.

The opponent wore a shadow-type badge on his chest and exuded a cold aura; he was at the mid-stage of level one.

"The Wizard Marcus?" the gray-robed wizard asked in a hoarse voice.

"It's me. What's up?"

"Our Dean Julian wishes to see you," the grey-robed wizard said expressionlessly.

"We need to verify some details regarding your promotion."

Ian's eyes narrowed slightly: "Now?"

"Now."

"I'm very busy, I don't have time."

Ian didn't even stop, walking straight past the gray-robed wizard in a flat tone, as if he were stating the weather.

The gray-robed wizard was taken aback, clearly not expecting the other party to refuse so decisively.

He moved swiftly, blocking Ian's path once more, his voice tinged with a chilling undertone.

"Wizard Marcus, this is a summons from Wizard Julian. Details regarding your promotion need to be verified; this is a rule of the Tower."

Ian finally stopped, his eyes beneath the hood calmly sweeping over the other's shadow-type badge and the aura that represented the mid-stage of level one.

"Rules?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"My promotion has been registered with the deacon, and my recommender is the wizard Elivia."

If you have any questions, please ask the deacon or my recommender through official channels, Julian.

Summoning someone privately... is against regulations.

He is now a first-level wizard, tenth on the Eastern Hall of Fame in the War of the Demon Hunters, and has single-handedly killed a peak-level liquefaction wizard.

With Vice Dean Elivia acting as guarantor behind the scenes.

Facing a second-level wizard with no direct jurisdiction.

He no longer needed to, nor was he willing to, endure humiliation and be manipulated like he had during his apprenticeship.

The gray-robed wizard's face darkened, and the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.

"Are you refusing an inquiry from a crystallization wizard?"

"No." Ian slightly raised his chin, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"I am rejecting a private contact that is not in accordance with procedure and may be malicious."

If Julian the Wizard is truly in trouble, I will await his formal inquiry in the Potions Department laboratory.

After saying that, he ignored the other person's unpleasant expression.

A faint glow, like crystalline cones, emanated from his body, and a solid, malevolent aura, born from life-or-death battles and the slaying of powerful enemies, dissipated gently.

He bypassed the gray-robed wizard, his steps steady, and headed towards the potion-related area.

The grey-robed wizard stood there, watching the direction Ian had left in, his eyes filled with an uncertain expression.

He was indeed only ordered to "invite" someone and was not authorized to use coercive measures.

Moreover, the other party's attitude and the subtle hints of their strength were also evident.

This made him realize that this newly minted wizard was not someone to be trifled with.

"...I must go back and report to Lord Julian."

He muttered to himself, his figure slowly blending into the shadows of the corner and disappearing from sight.

Ian walked back to the lab, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Julian...is this some kind of factional infighting? And it's starting with me?"

Using such petty tricks to test him, it seems they just want to disgust him and test his attitude and bottom line.

He touched the potion-related badge on his chest, his eyes cold.

"However, being constantly stared at by flies is also annoying..."