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“What is this?”
“It’s my improved Fireball Spell. For convenience, I call it the Professor's Explosive Fireball.”
Cleveland commented lightly, “Not bad, it’s twice as powerful as the ordinary Fireball Spell. But it’s still not enough.”
Daniel was taken aback; this was his proud creation, and he hadn’t expected it to fall short. However, considering the thousands of apprentices in the academy, many of whom were exceptionally talented, who knew what hidden abilities they possessed? An improvement on a Fireball Spell indeed didn’t stand out much.
It was impossible to become a Wizard Seed just with the Professor's Explosive Fireball.
He pointed his right hand forward, “Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom.”
Ten fireballs shot out rapidly, as if there were no distance between them.
A glimmer of surprise flashed in Cleveland's eyes.
“Not bad, not bad. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you learned the Rapid Fireball technique with your abilities. Who would have thought this was actually a Fireball Spell? The speed is fast and silent enough to catch others off guard. Do you have anything else?”
“I also have a move called the Professor's Endless Ring, which is similarly an improvement on the Fireball Spell. The main feature is that it can attack enemies from two hundred meters away, compared to the ordinary fireball’s range of only fifty meters; its range is very far.”
Daniel demonstrated it, but since they were indoors, he only allowed the dean to appreciate it without seeing the fireball travel two hundred meters.
That was already enough. The surprise in Cleveland's eyes was almost overflowing. To think that through an ordinary Fireball Spell, three different variations could be developed. Each one had its own characteristics, making it hard to believe these changes came from a Wizard Apprentice.
Yet he remained composed and pretended to be indifferent as he asked, “What other spells do you know besides the Fireball Spell? How many have you improved?”
Daniel counted on his fingers. “I know quite a few spells. Besides the Fireball Spell, there are Wizard's Hand, Fire Shield Spell, Explosive Flame, Transmutation, Transforming Spell, Thunderous Wrath, Thunderfire Whip, Spell Trigger—there are many.”
Hearing this, the faces of more than ten instructors turned green. He called that not many? It was already impressive for an ordinary Wizard Apprentice to learn a few specialized spells; usually, they could only manage a handful of commonly used ones. Who had time to learn others?
Even they have not learned so much magic; it's not that they can't learn it, but it's not worth wasting time on it.
"If we only focus on learning without considering practical application, there are still quite a few..."
Cleveland listened as he revealed dozens of spells, feeling that he was neglecting his duties, wasting precious time instead of finding ways to improve his strength. As long as he could become a Formal Wizard, no matter how many spells an apprentice learned, it wouldn't pose any threat to him.
What use is spending so much time specifically learning magic?
However, thinking about how the other party had advanced to Second-Level Wizard Apprentice in just two years while he had spent three years and six months back then, he felt embarrassed to voice this thought.
Beside him, Mentor Joyce had already lowered his proud head in shame. He had advanced to Second-Level Apprentice in three years, the first person in the academy in 100 years, and usually strutted around like a peacock. Now that record had been broken by Daniel, and by nearly a year at that; how could he still maintain his pride?
"As for those who have changed the structure of spells, there aren't many—only Wizard's Hand, Fire Escape Technique, and Transmutation."
Cleveland was left speechless. Changing the structure of spells is not that easy. The structure of spells is known for its complexity and precision. Many people can't even think about changing the structure of spells; even learning them can be very difficult.
Moreover, the structure of spells is extremely intricate; if there's an error, failing to cast the spell is the least of your worries. It can easily lead to uncontrollable explosions, and without protection, death is almost inevitable. You can change several and still be unsatisfied? Who do you want to envy?
The test was not yet complete; he continued to ask, "I heard you can already meditate on the sixteenth Meditation Rune. Is that true? When will you be able to meditate on the seventeenth Meditation Rune?"
"That is indeed true. If the dean doesn't believe it, he can check personally. As for the seventeenth rune, I think it's very difficult. I once calculated that at least thirty points of Mental Power are needed to fully outline it; with my Mental Power, I simply can't accomplish it."
Suddenly, the previously quiet reception room became lively with discussions among many people. After a while, Cleveland shouted, "Maxwell, did you tell him? How does he know?"
Maxwell raised his eyebrows proudly and happily said, "No, I swear I haven't mentioned anything beyond what they could know."
Cleveland looked deeply at Daniel as if trying to remember him.
"You are impressive. I never thought you would dare to attempt the seventeenth Meditation Rune and even deduce that thirty points of Mental Power are needed for meditation. This has already reached the level of a Formal Wizard."
"You are very good."
The repetition of "very good" had already revealed his inner feelings. It was clear that he was very satisfied with Daniel and had no objections to Daniel becoming a Wizard Seed.
"Alright, I have finished testing. If anyone has any opinions, feel free to bring them up."
"Then let me say a few words. Let's see what his qualifications are."
An old woman wearing a tall hat said coldly, her voice sharp and piercing, clearly a bitter person.
"Child, what other abilities do you have..."
After the old woman finished asking, others followed up with inquiries, testing Daniel from various aspects. Fortunately, Daniel's knowledge was sufficiently rich, allowing him to handle it all.
Finally, Cleveland asked, "Is that enough? You all have seen Daniel's level; let's raise our hands to vote on whether he can become a Wizard Seed."
"I oppose," the old woman spoke first. "Those who can become Wizard Seeds are all Third-Level Apprentices and have made special contributions to the academy, enjoying high popularity within it. In what way does Daniel meet this standard?
In my opinion, we should choose someone else; as for Daniel, we can consider him again after he becomes a Third-Level Apprentice."
Maxwell immediately became angry. "Mantis, what do you mean? I see you're just looking for trouble. Daniel has managed to become a Second-Level Wizard Apprentice in just over two years, which is quite rare. Unlike those Wizard Apprentices outside, among us here, who has that ability?
You?
As far as I know, it took you twenty years to become a Second-Level Wizard Apprentice. That's ten times the time Daniel took."
The old woman instantly stood up and shouted angrily, "What do you mean by that? Are you trying to find trouble with me? Do you think I'm afraid just because we're in your Wizard Tower? If you have the ability, let's go outside and have a match."
"You think I don't dare? Don't think I don't know that you want your apprentice, Heidi, to become a Wizard Seed. So seeing me train such an excellent apprentice, you're jealous and resentful, wanting to sabotage this matter."
Cleveland rubbed his head in frustration. "Alright, alright, let's keep it brief. We'll raise our hands to vote; whoever agrees can raise their hand."
Only eight people raised their hands, barely over half. But to make Daniel a Wizard Seed, at least three-quarters of the votes were needed. This result was far from enough.
"Okay, we'll discuss Daniel becoming a Wizard Seed later."
As Cleveland finished speaking, figures began to disappear one by one. Only Maxwell remained, sitting there with a bitter smile.
"I was too naive, thinking that as long as you have talent, it would be enough. I didn't expect them to prioritize their own interests so heavily; even when they see your outstanding performance, they dare to oppose."
"Master, this isn't your fault. Besides, we still have opportunities. Let's wait until I become a Third-Level Apprentice."
Maxwell shook his head. "It's not that simple. I'm just afraid there won't be such good opportunities again. It's a pity if you were part of the previous cohort and had more time to learn magic; this opportunity would definitely have fallen into your hands. Alright, you should go back! Let me have some peace and quiet."
Daniel took his leave, equally frustrated about losing this opportunity. This was the academy's favored child. Who wouldn't want such good treatment? Unfortunately, loss is loss; regret is useless.
This is no longer about how well prepared one is but rather about the power struggles among the Formal Wizards behind the scenes. To make someone a Wizard Seed requires an immense price to pay.
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