The most powerful wizard in the magic world

The morning sun shone through the curtains onto Gerling's desk. He sat in a slightly messy study, holding a flashing chip in his hand, with an indescribable smile on his face. The news of his promotion to the third-class apprentice warmed his heart like a spring breeze, and his mental strength broke through to 10.1 in one fell swoop, as if a brand new door had been opened.

"Little Gerlin, we have to celebrate today!" His good friend Alvian pushed open the door and walked in with an excited look on his face. "I heard that your mental power has successfully broken through, that's great!"

Gerlin looked up, his eyes sparkling. "Alvian, you are too surprised, right? I didn't sleep all night to finally achieve this goal."

"How long have you been working towards this goal?" Alvian waved his hand exaggeratedly and sat down on the chair next to the desk. "I still remember when you first became an apprentice, your mental strength was only over eight points, but now it has increased to 10.1. It's incredible!"

"It's nothing, thanks to the hard training." Gellin said modestly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and it was obvious that he was still full of pride in his heart.

"I think you have finally found a cultivation method that suits you." Alvian said as he searched on the desk, "Tell me quickly, what method you use, I want to try it too!"

Hearing this question, Gerling thought for a moment and recalled those days: "Actually, I don't have any special ideas. It's just that I found that when I meditate, I can concentrate better and then understand some things that I haven't thought of before."

"Meditation?" Alvian frowned. "I've tried it, but I always feel distracted and have trouble concentrating."

"You need to find a suitable environment," Gelling replied with a smile. "A quiet place is important, and you need to make sure that your mind is relaxed. I was by the lake, listening to the sound of the water, and gradually got into the state."

A trace of yearning flashed in Alvian's eyes: "So after you get promoted this time, where do you plan to continue your training?"

"I want to go to the top of the mountain." Gerlin's voice was firm. "The air there is fresh and the spiritual energy is rich. It is definitely an ideal place for cultivation."

"By the way, I heard that your promotion this time has received special attention from your instructor?" Alvian said teasingly, "Could it be that you are planning to pursue your instructor's daughter?"

A blush appeared on Gerlin's face, and he waved his hands quickly: "No! I just want to ask the teacher for some training techniques!"

"Hmph, stingy!" Alvian snorted disdainfully, "Can't you reveal a little bit? Are you really not interested in that lady?"

"Ms. Clara..." Gerlin's face revealed a trace of struggle, "Of course she is excellent and gentle, but I want to focus on cultivation."

"Hey, your look is more than just admiration." Alvian teased, "But it's also good to focus on training. After all, you are now a third-class apprentice and will have more opportunities in the future."

Gerling looked out the window, with infinite ideals and aspirations in his heart: "Yes, I hope to continue to work hard and become a real scholar soon."

At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open again, and Gerling's mentor, the old man Darwin, walked in. His eyes moved between the two of them, and finally stopped on Gerling, with a look of satisfaction on his face: "Gerling, I heard that you have been promoted to a third-class apprentice, and your mental strength has increased to 10.1. Well done."

"Thank you, Master." Gerling immediately stood up and bowed nervously. "I will continue to work hard and strive for higher realms."

Darwin nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with approval: "You have great potential, but remember, don't rush for success. Every improvement is a great challenge to yourself."

"I will keep my mentor's teachings in mind." Gerling nodded seriously and swore secretly in his heart.

"As you are promoted, I also have a new task for you." Darwin paused, his eyes deep, "This task will be related to your true growth."

"Mission?" Gerlin was shocked, thinking, could it be an assessment? His face was slightly nervous.

"Yes, I hope you can go to the nearby Black Forest and look for a spiritual medicine called 'Morning Dew Grass'." Darwin's voice became low, "This spiritual medicine can be used to enhance spiritual power, which is suitable for your current practice."

"The Black Forest..." Alvian muttered in a low voice, "That place is full of dangers. I heard that there are terrible monsters lurking there."

"That's exactly why I chose you." Darwin smiled, "Because I believe you have the ability to face the challenge."

Gerlin was excited and nervous: "I will go, mentor! I will definitely find the morning dew grass."

"When you set out, remember to bring your chip with you and keep an eye on your mental state." Darwin warned, his eyes fixed on Gerlin, as if he wanted to convey some important message. "Also, be careful, the dangers in the Black Forest are not just as simple as the monsters."

"I understand, mentor." Gerlin nodded heavily, his heart full of anticipation and anxiety for the upcoming adventure.

"Okay, let's get started." Darwin smiled and encouraged Gerling as always. "This will be your new journey, and it may bring you unexpected gains."

Gellin sorted out the items on the desk, and once again looked at the flashing chip, silently vowing in his heart that this adventure must be a success. In his heart, a strong desire rose up, surging like a tsunami.

"Alvian, get ready, we're leaving right away!" There was a hint of firmness and confidence in Gerlin's voice.

"Okay, wait a minute!" Alvian quickly packed his belongings, with anticipation on his face, "I must perform well this time, not only for you, but also for myself!"

"Alvian, something's wrong with me..." Gerlin's voice sounded a little weak, his hands pressed unconsciously on his chest, and his body trembled slightly.

"What's wrong? You look uncomfortable!" Alvian showed a concerned look and immediately walked to Gerlin and tried to put his hand on his shoulder.

"I... I feel a sharp pain," Gerlin gritted his teeth, with cold sweat oozing from his forehead, "It's like something is twisting inside my body. It's unbearable!"

"Will this potion have no side effects?" Alvian's heart tightened, and he asked quickly, "Should we find a place to rest, or go find a mentor?"

"I..." Gerlin tried to force a smile, "I'm fine, I just need some time to get used to it."

However, just as he was trying to calm himself, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his body, as if an invisible blade was tearing at him. His face turned pale in an instant, and he grasped the tree trunk tightly with both hands, trying to stabilize his body.

"Gerlin!" Alvian exclaimed, "Are you really okay?"

"Something seems wrong..." Gerling's voice was thin, as if his throat was blocked by something. He felt a surge of heat in his abdomen, and then a tingling sensation spread from the inside out.

He looked down at his hands and suddenly found some black and yellow pus oozing out of his palms, accompanied by a pungent smell, which instantly made him realize the seriousness of the matter.

"What is this?!" Alvian's face turned pale instantly. He tried hard to hide his inner fear. "Gerlin, tell me, what is going on?"

"I don't know!" Gerlin shook his head in pain, his voice becoming hoarse. "The effect of this potion...seems to have backfired!"

"So what should we do?" Alvian's heart was filled with anxiety, and he looked around, hoping to find any signs of help. "We have to find the mentor, he must know how to solve it!"

"Wait... I... I may need..." Gerlin said with difficulty, but his body trembled violently again, almost unable to bear it. "Please, Alvian, help me find... Miss Clara, she has excellent medical skills."

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Alvian made a decision immediately, turned around and ran towards the depths of the Black Forest, silently praying in his heart that he would find help as soon as possible.

As Alvion left, Gerlin knelt on the ground in pain, pus oozing out of his body, soaking his clothes. His consciousness began to blur, and the world in front of him seemed to start spinning.

"No... I can't end like this..." He thought to himself, trying to grasp the last bit of consciousness. Suddenly, a strong pain came over him, and his body was torn to the point of almost collapse.

At this moment, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the sky. Gerlin raised his head and saw a familiar figure rushing towards him. It was Clara, whose long golden hair shone in the sun and whose face was full of anxiety.

"Gerlin! What's wrong with you?" Clara rushed over as soon as she saw him, squatted down, and tried to push away Gerlin's clothes with trembling hands to check his injuries. Her eyes were full of anxiety.

"Clara... I... I feel terrible." Gerling's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. "I can't control the backlash of the potion."

"Don't worry, I'll help you!" Clara quickly took out a bottle of her homemade antidote from her arms and prepared to treat him. "Take a deep breath and try to relax. I will help you relieve the pain as soon as possible."

Before she finished speaking, Clara quickly poured the antidote into Gerlin's mouth. The potion dissolved in his mouth and spread instantly, bringing a hint of coolness, like a clear spring washing his throat.

However, Gerlin's body was still struggling violently, and pus was still gushing out, as if forming some kind of resistance to Clara's potion.

"How could this happen?!" Clara's face suddenly changed, her hands trembled, and anxiety flashed in her eyes. "The effect of this potion did not work, but aggravated your pain!"

"I... I should go find my mentor... He must know what to do." Gerlin tried to stay conscious, but his voice was gradually drowned out by pain and the world in front of him began to blur.

"No, we can't let you wait any longer!" Clara held Gerlin's hand tightly, her eyes determined. "We must find a way to eliminate the side effects of this potion. I can take you to the nearest camp, where there are more medicines."

"But... I may not be able to hold on any longer..." Gerlin's face showed despair, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

"Hold on, Gerlin!" Clara's voice was extremely gentle, yet firm at the moment. "No matter what, I won't let you give up. Let's work together!"

At that moment, Gerling felt a warmth. He nodded and tried to stay awake. Clara supported him, pulled him up from the ground with great effort, and walked slowly towards the camp.

The surrounding scenery was blurred, and Gerling's consciousness gradually faded. Only Clara's firm voice remained in his ears: "Hurry, walk faster, we are almost there!"

Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he felt Clara's warmth and strength, and a glimmer of hope surged in his heart. "As long as she is here, I can still be saved..."

The air in the Black Forest was filled with tension and anxiety. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, as if cheering for this life-and-death struggle. In Clara's arms, Gerling closed his eyes slightly and silently said in his heart: "I must survive!"