Wizard: I Have a World of the Dead

The difference between the two is like a chasm standing between us.

The first difference is in energy conversion efficiency.

Even a novice who has just learned the Wizard's Hand in the Undead world version can achieve an energy conversion rate close to 0.3 if they strictly follow the model when casting spells.

In other words, 1 point of mental energy can be converted into about 0.3 units of energy, which is enough to control an object weighing about ten kilograms.

As the spell level increases, the conversion rate will further improve, reaching close to 1:1 at the maximum level, with an upper limit of over 10 degrees.

In contrast, the version issued by the Eton wizard has an energy conversion rate of less than 0.1. Even when leveled up to the maximum, it can only barely reach around 0.3, and the upper limit is pitifully low, only around 3 degrees.

Secondly, there is the difference in the range of the energy field.

The wizarding hand in the underworld has a precise formula for calculating the "effective radius" of spells.

In the initial stage, the mental field can cover an area with a radius of about ten meters centered on the user, and this range will continue to expand as the spell level increases.

At max level, the radius can extend to almost a hundred meters.

The Eton Wizard's version has an effective radius of less than three meters. Beyond this distance, the mental field will rapidly weaken, like a snapped rubber band, and can no longer reach the target.

Even if you level up the spell to the maximum level, you can only barely extend it to about ten meters, which is almost the same as the starting range in the Necropolis version.

Finally, there is the difference in control precision.

The Wizard's Hand of the Underworld dedicates an entire chapter to explaining how mental power is "shaped".

It's not simply about condensing into the shape of a hand; it's about making it like real hands, with five fingers, joints, a palm, and tactile feedback.

With this precision, you can peel an egg with a wizard's hand without damaging the egg white, and drop a solution from an unstable potion bottle into a test tube without touching the bottle.

The Eton Wizarding version, on the other hand, has almost no requirements for the overall "precision".

The scroll only showed a rough distribution of mental energy, with arrows pointing to the target and a label that read "Mental energy covers this area".

Lin Qi tried to use this method to grab the quill pen on the table and write. As soon as he wrapped his mental energy around it, the pen went crooked. He tried to adjust the angle, but failed several times.

It's not that he wasn't focused enough, but rather that this version of the spell simply didn't have a "precise control" module designed in it.

It's more like a crude tool that's only responsible for "grabbing" and "releasing," and whether it can grab firmly or release accurately is not within its scope of consideration.

"The difference is too big!"

These aren't even buyer's photos versus seller's photos anymore; no merchant on Pinduoduo would dare to accept these orders...

"Could it be..."

A glint flashed in Lin Qi's eyes, realizing that things were not so simple.

"Is magic in this world very primitive?"

He couldn't help but speculate.

......

During the day, at the Qidi Restaurant.

"Feathers fluttering!"

"Ladle, stand up!"

"Mayflies, elemental particles in the universe, please respect my will, attach yourselves to this cake before you, and feed it to me..."

The sounds of chanting and incantations echoed throughout the restaurant.

Everywhere you look, apprentices can be seen waving their apprentice wands—

This is a magical tool issued at the same time as the [Wizard's Hand], used by apprentices to assist in casting spells.

The apprentices waved their wands at everything around them—goose feathers, spoons, even the food on the table—trying to control them with their mental powers.

Aside from Lynch, this was the first time the apprentices here had truly come into contact with magic, and their enthusiasm for learning was simply unbelievable.

These days, the apprentices start practicing magic almost as soon as they open their eyes in the morning. They chant spells all the time, whether they are eating or walking, until they are exhausted and close their eyes.

However, as for the progress of learning...

Just look at Simon in front of you and you'll basically know.

At this moment, he was staring wide-eyed, gripping his wand tightly with both hands, gritting his teeth as he aimed at the mashed potatoes on the plate in front of him, veins bulging on his forehead, looking as if he had a blood feud with these mashed potatoes.

"Get up!"

With a roar that seemed to tear his back teeth out, the mashed potatoes on the table launched themselves into the air with a "whoosh!"

"Smack!"

It landed squarely on Thorne's head, right in front of him.

Thorne's face turned green after being smeared with smears.

"Idiot! If you dare point your wand at me again, I'll shove that piece of junk up your ass!"

"Ah, sorry, sorry, just a small mistake, just a small mistake."

"Damn it, do you ever make a mistake? How many times have you thrown stuff on me now? You're doing this on purpose!"

"Huh? Really? So you've mastered this spell?"

"You... fucking..."

This is the current state of apprentices' spell learning: sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't; either they can't control it, or things just fly around randomly.

One problem is that apprentices who are just beginning to learn magic lack control over their mental power. More importantly, the wizard's hand is inherently too rough and lacks precision.

After much persuasion, the two finally reconciled after Simon promised to help Thorne wash his clothes.

Simon slumped back in his chair, dejected. "It's too hard, so incredibly hard! How am I supposed to master this damn magic?!"

He scratched his head in anguish: "I shouldn't have become a wizard, come to this damned wizarding world!"

Thorne, who was cleaning the mashed potatoes off his head, said irritably, "Nobody asked you to come. You didn't have to come at all."

Simon said, "Do you think I wanted to come?"

"My old man keeps nagging in my ear, talking about the fate of the family, life and death and stuff like that. Even my brother keeps nagging me about it. It's really weird."

"Otherwise, you know my ambitions; swordsmanship and glory are my greatest pursuits."

"My ideal life is to travel throughout the kingdom on a white horse with a cross sword, duel with powerful knights from all over the land, and sweep away scum with sword and iron hooves."

He sighed deeply, "Ah... if only I didn't have this damn talent."

Perhaps seeking validation, he turned to Lynch, who was also a knight, and said, "Don't you think so, Lynch? Aren't knights much more interesting than wizards?"

Lynch, who was focused on cutting a veal steak on his plate, casually replied, "It's alright."

Simon's seeking his approval was entirely wishful thinking.

Lynch was first and foremost a lord, and only secondly a knight.

Simon, on the other hand, is a pure knight.

This calm response clearly failed to vent Simon's emotions, and he couldn't help but say, "Hey, buddy, why are you so relaxed? Don't you find magic painful at all?"

He then asked, "By the way, I haven't asked yet, how's your Wizarding Hand technique coming along?"

Thorne couldn't help but look over curiously.

Everyone has been practicing magic like crazy these days, but Lin Qi seems to be completely detached from it all.

I never saw him chant spells, and I never saw him wave his wand.

In response to Simon's answer, Lynch continued cutting his steak with an air of nonchalance, replying without even looking up, "It's alright."

Simon: "..."

Thorne: "..."

Simon, somewhat exasperated, said, "Then give me a concrete demonstration!"

exhibit?

Hearing this, Lin Qi finally stopped cutting the steak and placed the knife in his right hand on the white tablecloth.

After wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, she looked up, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Now that the spell has been given by the Eton wizard, there's no need for him to hide it anymore. Publicly revealing that he has mastered this magic will make his daily life much more convenient.

Simon and Thorne immediately widened their eyes.

Not only the two of them, but all the other apprentices in the restaurant stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Lin Qi.

After all, those present had personally witnessed Lynch's rapid passage through the Meris Library.

In just a few months, he learned the knowledge that others take decades to master; this terrifying learning ability can be described as abnormal.

Everyone is eager to know whether this genius's talent extends to magic as well.