The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

For almost all wizarding apprentices, becoming a first-ring wizard is a pipe dream.

However, besides these, there are other ways to enhance one's combat power that no one would complain about.

After all, a wizard's apprentice has a lifespan of several hundred years, which is more than enough time to master other techniques.

Take Aiden, for example. Putting aside how well he has mastered the sorcery and meditation techniques within the wizarding system, his archery skills alone are enough to easily defeat many high-level wizarding apprentices.

"No problem, let me think about it first," Aiden said with a smile and a nod.

He smiled slightly, not a big laugh, but it made people feel comfortable.

He doesn't lack money right now, so there's no need for him to waste his time and energy trying to make some.

However, if you want to win over a group of people, this sense of mentorship is still very important.

Aiden had thought of this before.

Soon, the group of wizard apprentices dispersed. Everyone was eager to go home and tally up their spoils.

More importantly, they learned that there was a promising newcomer in their organization who seemed capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.

Aiden's arrival was like a boulder thrown into the stagnant environment of Runeterra, filling everyone with anticipation.

……

"I'm under a lot of pressure. I feel like everyone has high expectations of me," Aiden muttered to himself, watching the departing wizard apprentices.

He leaned against a stone pillar in the garden, the cool touch of the pillar seeping through his clothes to his back, clearing his mind somewhat.

"The rest of the time will be spent systematically training and forging wands," Aiden said.

He stretched, his bones cracking several times, and the muscles in his shoulders tensed and relaxed repeatedly.

"I've taken a long leave of absence, and I wonder if Senior Sister Iseli will be angry with me," Aiden said.

He scratched the back of his head, his expression a little guilty, like a child who had done something wrong.

……

now.

In the very center of the lower levels of the wizarding world, in a wizarding tower whose height cannot be seen at a glance.

A line of text floats above the Wizard Tower: "Wizards' Committee," in large characters.

The words emitted a faint golden light, hovering in mid-air, making the surrounding air feel heavy, even mosquitoes flying by avoided them.

This is the most authoritative institution in the entire wizarding world.

The walls inside the tower were covered with densely packed runes, and every few steps there was a ghostly green wall lamp that made the entire passageway eerie.

Inside a room, many bespectacled wizards were reviewing submitted papers.

There was a mountain of parchment scrolls piled on the table, and someone was annotating them with a quill pen, the quill tip making a rustling sound as it glided across the paper.

One of them, who had a goatee, pushed up his glasses and began flipping through the paper titled "Sweet Potion."

His fingers were long, and when he turned the pages, he created a slight breeze that made the ink bottle on the corner of the table sway.

"Interesting. The submitter is a wizarding apprentice, and from the very remote District 147. I remember that little genius wand maker, Iseley, is also in this organization," the man muttered to himself.

His goatee twitched as his lips moved, and his fingers tapped unconsciously twice on the table.

As he read, he held up a magical artifact that resembled a walkie-talkie and began ordering people to verify the results of his experiment.

The magical artifact was entirely black, with a thin layer of silver patterns flowing across its surface.

He whispered a few words to it, and the silver patterns brightened briefly before dimming.

……

A few days later, a few brief conclusions came through the walkie-talkie.

"Hmm, the sweet potion has proven effective, although it has some flaws, but the research direction is correct. This research direction has never appeared before," the goatee-wearing wizard muttered to himself.

His name is Ryan, a third-ring wizard, and also the vice minister of the Potions Society, holding a high position of power.

"What kind of reward should we give this little guy?" Ryan, the vice president of the Potions Association, thought with a frown.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

He quickly turned to his assistant and said something.

"This paper will be published next month, and it's rated C. This kid named Aiden has a really weak foundation. What resources do you think we should gather for him?" Ryan said calmly.

His tone was casual, as if he were discussing what to eat tonight.

"Your Excellency, is a C-level rating too high for a wizard apprentice?" the assistant asked tentatively, bowing slightly.

"Generally speaking, the reward for a wizard apprentice, if they receive a C-level rating, is a wizard breakthrough potion with a purity exceeding 70%. This level of purity is extremely valuable, worth at least nearly 500,000 magic stones," the assistant added.

"Anyway, I'm not the one giving the reward; the committee is paying for it. Why would you be upset about the official reward? This is a junior member of my Potions Association, so naturally I have to take care of him," Ryan emphasized.

He raised his hand and waved it, his face showing a hint of indifference.

"Vice Minister, I understand." The assistant nodded.

He took half a step back and respectfully agreed.

Even within the entire Wizarding Council, there are hundreds of different knowledge systems and branches, each with its own powerful figures, all trying to increase the strength of their faction within the sphere of power.

Occasionally, a few wizards would walk briskly through the corridor, their footsteps echoing on the stone floor.

"Okay, get on with it as soon as possible. I've remembered Aiden's name. I hope this young man has a bright future." Ryan nodded and then got to work.

He picked up the documents on the table, flipped through them, and then casually put them down again.

This was a trivial matter to him, and he didn't take it to heart.

Even the most gifted wizard apprentices have a lifespan of only a few hundred years.

Unless one breaks through to become a formal wizard, no matter how high one's research talent is, the contributions one can make are truly limited.

……

A week later, Rune Courtyard returned to its usual tranquility, and the group of intermediate wizard apprentices began to go into seclusion to digest the information.

The weeds in the yard have grown quite a bit because no one has taken care of them.

Aiden remains the same, in a state of being overwhelmed with other tasks.

His time was fragmented into small blocks, which was simply not enough.

In his garden.

The scent of earth mingled with the bitter aroma of grass and trees, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of one's own breathing could be heard.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, muttering to himself, "Finally, I've found some time to unlock the third basic rune and visualization method for the [Rune Inscriber] class."

"Unlocking and training will take at least two weeks," Aiden said with a wry smile.

Aiden took a deep breath, and the panel in his mind vibrated.