The Wizard: Starting with Infinite Part-Time Jobs

This is a basic shooting range with many anthropomorphic iron stakes placed around it. The stakes are arranged relatively densely and evenly spaced apart, and there is a faint smell of rust in the air.

You can vaguely see dozens of formal wizard apprentices training in witchcraft inside.

Aiden was only allowed to enter after paying half a magic stone.

He frowned and said helplessly, "Everywhere requires resources."

"I've memorized the incantation, but how do I construct the spell? I can only try it little by little," Aiden said, looking around.

He chose an iron stake in a corner, which was nearly 10 meters away from him.

The surface of the iron stake was uneven, as if it had been struck countless times.

Just then, a shout came from beside me.

Aiden turned his head.

A tall, upright young man, dressed in light green leather armor and carrying a turquoise longbow, was waving at him with a warm smile: "Hey, Aiden, you're here too."

"Rock, I didn't expect to see you here." Aiden said with a smile.

This Rock was his former deskmate from Mr. Wojn's class, a wizarding apprentice from the Emerald Empire.

He was promoted on the same day as Aiden, and more importantly, he was an archer with skills comparable to a standard knight.

Rock was quite enthusiastic, so Aiden also had a lot of interaction with him in class.

"This Rock is a down-on-his-luck noble wizard," Aiden thought to himself.

"Yes, I've been training in witchcraft these past few days. So, since I don't have meditation techniques for the time being, I can focus on training my combat skills," Rock said with a grin.

Aiden nodded and replied, "Indeed, memorizing meditation techniques for over a year is quite an ordeal for everyone."

He looked tired.

"How's your witchcraft training going?" Aiden asked.

"So-so. I cast five non-elemental magic arrows, and barely managed to hit the iron target once. The other four either failed to hit the target or missed completely." Rock shook his head, looking helpless, and continued, "Mr. Wojnarowski said before that solving the accuracy problem of witchcraft is an eternal challenge for the wizarding world."

After saying that, Rock took the longbow off his back with practiced ease.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, drew his bow and arrow, his arm muscles tensing.

With a few "whoosh" sounds, several wooden arrows shot out like lightning.

Several wooden arrows struck the iron target precisely in the heart of the target, and the iron target was hit by the wooden arrows, the tails of which were still trembling.

"You see, at this distance, archery is much simpler than casting witchcraft," Rock said, shaking his head with a smug look on his face.

Aiden watched him shoot an arrow with his eyes closed and felt a little itchy to try it himself.

"Lin Ying's apprentice proficiency has reached 93%, and in about two more months, I'll be able to advance," Aiden thought to himself, a look of anticipation on his face.

"Then you can practice here for now. I'm planning to train too," Aiden said with a smile, patting Rock on the shoulder.

"Go ahead and practice, we're right next door anyway. The first time you conjure a spell, it takes a lot of concentration." Rock said with a smile, then silently sat cross-legged, placed his hands on his knees, and began to recover his magic power.

Aiden nodded, took out the free wand he had received, and held it in his hand.

The wand was a little cold; he gripped it tightly and began chanting the incantation for a neutral magic arrow.

As he chanted, a blurry white arrow appeared at the tip of his wand.

The thin white arrow flashed, held for a few seconds, then dissipated, turning into specks of white light.

"No, I stumbled over my words halfway through," Aiden said helplessly, scratching his head with a look of frustration on his face.

"Keep going, keep going." Aiden took a deep breath, gripped his wand tightly, and, undeterred, began chanting again.

This time, the chanting lasted a little longer than before.

However, Aiden was distracted for a moment, and the attribute-less magic arrow dissipated, leaving only a faint white light at the tip of the wand.

"Focus, nothing but focus." Aiden slapped his face hard, his cheeks turning red, reminding himself.

Beside him, Rock smiled as he watched Aiden face the same situation he had encountered during his first training session.

"I wonder how long it will take Aiden to condense the magic arrow without any attributes for the first time?" Rock thought to himself.

"I remember I condensed it 19 times in total, stopping to rest a few times along the way, and finally condensed it before dark, which took about three hours," Rock thought to himself.

……

It took almost two hours.

Aiden's forehead was covered in sweat as he finally managed to condense a complete, attribute-free magic arrow for the first time.

The thin white arrow emitted a faint glow.

Looking at the attribute-less magic arrow that he had begged and pleaded to finally conjure, Aiden breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

"Congratulations, Brother Aiden." Rock stood to the side, clapping his hands vigorously with a big smile on his face, and said loudly, "You condense much faster than me, and it seems that you can condense many more times than me with each rest."

Rock tilted his head, a puzzled look on his face.

He couldn't understand why Aiden could cast more elemental magic arrows at once than he could.

It should be noted that they are all practitioners of basic meditation techniques, and their mana recovery speed is the same.

Aiden was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that this was thanks to his special talent, the [Basic Mana] Pocket.

Each time he failed to condense magic, he found that a small portion of it would flow back to his mind through his wand, like a trickle returning to its source.

"This special talent is really amazing, it has increased my stamina. Although it only saves 10% each time, it has saved a lot of mana without me even realizing it, and my efficiency in training witchcraft will be faster than others," Aiden thought to himself.

He smiled, gave a few perfunctory words, and waved his hand, thus changing the subject.

He knew that Rock hadn't meant any harm by asking him this; it was just the unspoken rivalry between young people.

"Aiden, the real challenge is aiming now," Rock said seriously. "You need to focus your mental energy on this iron target. The more mental energy you expend when focusing, the higher your accuracy will be. However, it will consume mental energy, so you'll have to find a balance yourself."

After saying that, Rock began packing his luggage. He carefully put his wand into the box, stuffed some odds and ends into his pockets, dusted himself off, and left.

He has achieved his training goal for today.

"Thank you," Aiden said, nodding with a grateful expression.

Aiden knew that he needed to fire the non-elemental magic arrow in front of him.

It's not about physical strength, nor is it about hitting the target by swinging a wand; it's about relying on one's own mental strength.

"But my mental strength isn't high," Aiden said, frowning.

"Does this mean that although I can endure long-range attacks, my bullets are inaccurate?"

As he spoke, he desperately focused his attention on the iron target in front of him, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

Feeling that something was amiss, he had a thought and the attribute-less magic arrow in his hand shot out with a "whoosh".