Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 2: Basic Magic Potion Making (Skilled), Genius Trish

What a shame... If I could truly attach a Wind Spirit Moon Shadow enhancer and bring it here, that would be fantastic.

Then, I could instantly boost all my stats and abilities to the maximum, turning into a guardian deity in the Otherworld.

Ron turned the pages of the "Basic Magic Potion Theory" he held, diligently committing it to memory and jotting down notes, while occasionally letting his mind wander into daydreams.

Still, this setup isn’t too shabby. The boosts from layering several special professions will compound rapidly, causing all sorts of stats to skyrocket as they advance.

[Basic Alchemy Experience Points +1]

Yet another notification popped up, and Ron sensed his grasp on crafting magic potions growing even stronger.

It feels like constructing a vast web, where every bit of knowledge serves as a knot in the weave.

Each surge in comprehension forges fresh links among those knots.

This is true advancement—observing the figures inch higher, sensing wisdom embedding and blooming deep within.

No vague "kind of getting it," but solid, measurable steps forward.

Imagine if studying back on Earth worked this way—how amazing that would be? The thought crossed his mind unbidden...

If folks could watch their hard work stick around in the moment, turned into precise figures, that real sense of building up, that assurance that toil brings results, it’d hook anyone on chasing learning.

To Ron, this beat his old life hands down, since he could sense his own evolution every instant, every push leaving a distinct trace on his status screen.

...And so, moments slipped away unnoticed amid the devouring of lore.

Within the cramped chamber, the flame of the candle danced without cease through days and nights, throwing trembling silhouettes across the sheets and scribbles.

Over the past seven days, save for essential meals and sleep, he poured nearly every hour into delving into magic potion creation.

"Evening primrose loses vitality as harvest time drags on, yet gathering it under a full moon preserves its strength for an entire month;

Cut spider grass straight across to hold onto its magical essence best; slice silver calamus on a slant to heighten its effects..."

Traits of these formerly puzzling ingredients now linked brightly in his thoughts.

Learning isn’t rigid text anymore; it’s woven into his very being.

[Basic Alchemy Experience Points +1]

[Basic Alchemy Experience Points +1]

[Basic Alchemy Experience Points +1]

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[Basic Magic Potion Making (Beginner 5/50) → Basic Magic Potion Making (Proficient 9/100)]

[Acquired Additional Trait: High-speed Memory (Memory Enhancement)]

Seven days had elapsed in this almost fanatical pursuit of study.

The rise in that figure stood for endless stretches of deep focus, netting roughly ten points per day of rigorous effort. Luckily, snagging the "High-speed Memory" perk turned out to be a pleasant surprise.

Plus, gains taper off more as levels climb; it’s clear that hitting the next milestone will demand months of grind.

So, the priority now is switching to the entry-level "Magic Potion Apprentice," because without a job, piling up experience crawls like a snail.

No clue yet on the requirements for shifting to the "Wizard Apprentice" fighting role, since the unlock info hasn’t appeared for him.

While Ron mulled over his upcoming moves, a soft rap echoed at the entrance.

"Hey, Ron? You still breathing in there?"

A voice laced with light mockery drifted in from beyond: "Haven’t spotted you in the lounge all week; figured you’d snuck away to rot in your quarters."

Ron glanced up to find a striking visage peeking through the ajar door.

The guy sported striking golden locks, and not even the plain gray-white apprentice garb could dim his graceful aura.

Digging through recollections, Ron placed the vaguely known face—Andre, the Kingdom’s Thirteenth Prince, and one of the scant few from his homeland amid this Black Mist Jungle.

Back in the realm, while other royals flaunted their edges openly, Andre stayed humble and polite, bordering on too subdued.

Rumor had it this eased his older siblings’ minds, figuring the kid posed no threat to the crown.

But here stood the Thirteenth Prince, slouching against Ron’s plain doorpost, clad in identical gray-white apprentice attire.

"Worried about me, Your Highness?" Ron shot back with a grin: "Too bad the Ralph Clan we’re tied to doesn’t back you, sire."

"Cut it out, skip the Your Highness bit."

Andre dismissed it with a gesture, slumping lazily against the frame:

"In this place, we’re equals. Whether Count’s heir or Thirteenth Prince, such earthly labels mean nothing to Wizards."

His eyes roamed the desk, halting abruptly at the much-handled "Basic Magic Potion Theory."

Tabs crammed the margins, and some edges bore creases from repeated flips.

"Wait..." Andre’s tone carried disbelief: "Did you hole up this entire week poring over this?"

Noting Andre’s mildly astonished look, Ron grasped how his week’s frenzy might strike others as mad.

Typically, hopeful-less apprentice hopefuls kill time in the shared space.

Or they seek easy paths, such as cozying up to those who’ve made official apprentice status.

Shutting away to bury oneself in books, as Ron had, was likely uncommon.

"Yeah." Ron affirmed, his digits idly tracing the leaves: "Magic potion making turns out to be surprisingly engaging."

"Engaging?" Andre arched a brow, his face turning grave.

As a court-bred prince skilled in reading subtleties, he easily caught Ron’s shift.

The concentration and poise in Ron’s gaze weren’t faked.

"Looks like you’ve really picked up some skill here."

Ron opened his mouth to reply when he saw Andre’s stare drop back to the hefty pile of notes on the surface.

Those pages bulked nearly double the "Basic Magic Potion Theory"’s own, every sheet packed solid.

"All this your work from the week?"

Andre eyed the uppermost pad, scripted with tidy diagrams and remarks.

Spots bore addendums and queries, the ink’s freshness revealing some puzzles solved in follow-up sessions.

"Precisely," Ron indicated the bulkiest one:

"That’s where I kicked off. Early on, lots of ideas were fuzzy, so entries ran long. As insight grew, they got concise."

Andre’s look rested briefly on the "Basic Magic Potion Theory", his face a mix of feelings.

Plenty crash hard against potion craft; some trainees toil years without nailing fundamentals, much less hitting skilled in mere months.

Andre had originally passed this tome to Ron, after deeming himself talentless in it, letting go of the volume he’d bought with pricey Magic Stone Fragments.

"Recall where you got this from?" Andre inquired offhand.

Ron paused a beat, then remembered: "You gave it to me, Your Highness. You said back then potion making didn’t fit you, so you aimed to pivot to Alchemy studies."

Andre’s view glided over the crammed writings on the desk, his features odd:

"You’ve outdone me in dedication. Cranking out this much in a week is something else."

"Truth be told," he added, aiming for casual:

"I never figured you’d uncover this much value in it."

He chuckled softly, trailing off, though the hint of doubt shone through.

Talent like that’s rare, not one-in-a-million but say one-in-a-hundred, and even Andre himself had bombed at potion making after trying.

He above all had once barricaded himself similarly to Ron, yet couldn’t conquer the tough craft.

Picking up on Andre’s mindset, Ron stayed unruffled. He steered the talk elsewhere:

"Oh, right, haven’t crossed paths with Trish lately."

At that, a flicker of upset crossed Andre’s refined features.

He soon reset to his usual polished grin:

"Ah, she’s advanced to Intermediate Apprentice already." Andre said breezily, like he meant to emphasize it.