Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 811 - 29: The Promising Youngster_2

"Studying High Order Formulas and advancing are things you learn daily, and you surely know they cannot be achieved in a moment. But what era are we in now? Treasures that assist in advancement are continuously being developed."

"Secret Techniques, rituals, Spiritual Medicine, each Faction has its own exclusive methods, and here I have a potion for quick success." With these words, a Bottle filled with purple liquid dangled in his hand, shaken gently in front of the young man.

The Mana within was slightly sticky, and as it was shaken, it emitted ripples that made one slightly dizzy, just looking at it from up close was enough to entice him unusually.

To advance in Sequence, condensing a High Rank Transcendent Core, many preparatory conditions are needed: first is the reserve of knowledge and mastering the Branding of the core and formulas; second is the refining of condensed magic; third is precise control and tenacious will.

The reserve of knowledge and the mastery of formula application, these can be completed by anyone with sufficient intelligence, through plenty of time spent studying. Refining condensed magic is more dependent on Talent, some highly talented people can finish this quickly without much effort, while others might spend decades unable to gather enough refined condensed magic, and need special Spiritual Medicine for assistance. As for advanced control and willpower, increasing these is quite complicated, and Factions have different solutions.

Now his reserve of knowledge is generally sufficient, but he probably needs another year to gather enough refined condensed magic before he can challenge Sequence 5.

Although he does not know the specific effects of this bottle of Spiritual Medicine, the refined condensed Mana within is undoubtedly of excellent quality, something an ordinary person may not afford in their lifetime.

"This is very expensive, right?" he managed to divert his gaze from it.

"Very expensive, but I am a good person, so I'm giving it to you for free." The clown gently placed the Bottle in the young man's palm, the carved patterns on the bottle were tantalizing to touch.

The Mana Ripple emanating from the potion in his palm filled the young man's heart with struggle.

Could there be something wrong with this? What if it's poisoned? But would someone go to such great lengths to poison an ordinary person with such an expensive Spiritual Medicine?

"Is it really free? Are there any additional conditions?"

"Additional conditions? None. I really am a good person, just looking to do something nice tonight." The clown lightly pinched his chin, his gaze sizing up the young man.

"You're not as bad as you think, you could even be said to be quite talented, it's just your background and luck that fall short."

"Helping you also benefits me, who wouldn't want a powerful friend."

"To you, this is a very, very expensive bottle of Spiritual Medicine, but to me, it's not that costly."

"How about trying it? Let those who look down on you be amazed."

The clown's words slowly allowed the young man to accept his current situation and rationalize the clown's behavior.

Right, should I really give up on this Spiritual Medicine that I have acquired? It would be amusing to quit this valuable Spiritual Medicine now, and I would probably be mocked by those folks for being a coward if I did.

Driven by his inner impulsion and thoughts of revenge, the young man slowly unscrewed the cap and delicately smelled the Spiritual Medicine inside.

The overflow of rich Mana was dazzling; using such refined Mana for casting spells would be a waste, but for advancement, it was beyond value.

After hesitating for a few more seconds, the young man grabbed the Bottle and gulped it down, almost at the same time, he leaned back against the railing, activated the Transcendent Core within his body, and began to absorb and transform this force of Mana wholly.

Soon, the Transcendent Core within him swelled to its limit and started to leap and split, slowly dispersing and advancing to a higher level.

In this process, the clown not only did not prevent it but actually set up a protective barrier while periodically offering patient guidance on some details of the young man's advancement.

Half an hour later, the young man had completed his advancement, and his Transcendent Core stabilized at the Sequence 5 Status. His chosen job template was Rare Level, complex enough and within his capability to handle, so the time taken was not too long.

"Oh, simply Perfect~" said the clown clapping his hands excitedly.

"What I see is the emergence of a genius; not everyone can succeed in advancing within half an hour, and moreover perfectly without any failure or stutter. You should have chosen a better job core template initially, but no matter, you still have the opportunity to change your fate when advancing to Sequence 6."

"At that time, I didn't think too much." Now it was the young man's turn to be somewhat embarrassed, yet deep down he was quite pleased.

"No worries, I believe you can do it; this is my professional judgment." The clown hugged the young man's shoulders.

"Now, we're friends, right?" As he spoke, he extended his hand.

"Uh, yes, friends."

Although this friendship came abruptly, the young man was still grateful. After all, he truly advanced, and so far, nothing unusual had occured.

"Alright, now, my friend, it's time you finish what was left undone before. Whether you want a good fight to blow off some steam or let that fickle woman know what kind of genius she missed, I'm with you tonight, let's turn the tables on them."

It must be said that even though this clown seemed a bit odd, his words still warmed the young man's heart warmly. It seemed that from a young age, he had never had such a staunch friend, nor had anyone truly cared about his feelings this much, plus the other genuinely gifted him an incredibly expensive bottle of Spiritual Medicine.