The Middle Ages, Demir Academy.
While refining medicine, a beautiful youth slowly opened his eyes and sized up everything around him in surprise.
"Crucible? Reagents? Lizard tail?"
The young man sized up the old wizard who was wearing a wizard's robe and muttering an incantation. He then looked down at his own wizard's robe.
"Looks like I really transmigrated. It's a magical world. I wonder if there's a Screaming Charm or something."
The Wizarding World sounded like an interesting place, with flying brooms and all kinds of potions and charms.
Michael himself was a magic fan, and his biggest hobby in his spare time was writing all kinds of magic novels. He had dabbled in almost all kinds of magic-related things. This transmigration was exactly what he wanted. The world of magic seemed to be relatively safe. As long as he stayed far away from black magic and worked hard, he would be able to reach the peak of his life.
However, it was better to take a look at the environment he was in first. As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.
Michael thought to himself that no matter how unlucky he was, it was impossible for him to transmigrate directly to the villain's base camp. He scanned the surroundings. There were a few cauldrons emitting bubbles and strange lights, and wizards chanting spells in low voices.
Gradually, memories of this world surfaced in his mind.
It turned out that he had transmigrated into the novel he had once written. As he thought about it, he frowned. It was a book about the magical world.
Michael thought back to the contents of the book and sighed inwardly. It seemed like he couldn't hide from what he had to. It could be said that this wasn't a peaceful world. There were many dangerous elements, not to mention the evil wizards who used all kinds of black magic. Even the contaminated magic beasts in the forest were enough to make people feel uncomfortable.
Michael began to worry about his situation.
Before he transmigrated, he had a rather smooth-going life. He worked in a good company and occasionally wrote novels.
He had just bought a car and a house not long ago. He even had a cute puppy. He could be considered a winner in life.
Who knew that he would transmigrate to such a broken place while walking on the road during the day?
If he had known that he would transmigrate into a book, he would have written about a safe and happy world. It would have been better if he had transmigrated directly and become a winner in life.
"I don't want to transmigrate!" Michael let out a long sigh. "I wonder how my dog is doing."
But since things had come to this, Michael snapped back to his senses and took out a mirror to look at himself. He seemed to be a passerby character in a book. Other than being good-looking, his only specialty seemed to be some talent. He could be considered a little genius.
"Michael, how's the medicine you refined? Don't think that you can deal with them just because you're talented!" An old man in a dark purple robe walked over.
"It's almost done." Michael threw a small lizard tail into the pot and pretended to stir it with a wooden ladle. The small crucible emitted all kinds of bubbles. The old man looked at it for a while and turned around to leave with satisfaction.
What was being developed in the pot seemed to be a Basic Magic Potion. If it was developed in large quantities, it could be used to refine Basic Magic Stones. However, the success rate of using this method to refine the stones was extremely low. It could be said that the success rate was even lower than winning five million in the lottery.
Over time, this magic potion became one of the potions that low-level magic apprentices would use for practice.
It could be said that this was a bad start. Michael sighed.
What kind of demonic opening was this?
Other people had all kinds of magic treasures when they transmigrated, but he had nothing.
It was just a pot at the beginning, but there was an ending.
A wisp of green smoke rose from the potion in the crucible. A new batch of the potion had been refined.
Michael resigned himself to his fate and picked up a bottle of medicine, intending to scoop it out. Just as the wooden spoon reached into the pot, a golden shimmering thing was scooped out. Curious, he took it and looked at it. It was a golden key.
"You finally found a prop." Little Bat, who had been following him, flew over.
"Let me introduce myself. I am your demon spirit."
"What is this key for?" Michael asked.
"It can open the vault space. You can pick it up and chant in your heart to open the vault space," Little Bat explained seriously.
I see. Michael followed the instructions and opened the vault in his heart.
As the last word fell, a huge pure gold space suddenly opened up before Michael's eyes. It was empty inside, but it was flashing with golden light.
Such a huge storage space! Michael walked in, and a small stone suddenly fell to the ground.
Michael bent down to pick it up, his gaze sweeping over the little blue thing.
Basic Magic Stone!
Michael's eyes lit up.
If he remembered correctly, the Basic Magic Stone could be said to be a very rare Magic Stone in his article. Although its rarity was only Basic, it could greatly enhance magic staffs and other magic equipment. After using any grade magic staff, it would immediately be upgraded to grade 3. For example, a grade 6 magic staff would be upgraded to a grade 3 bonus magic staff. Not only would his mana increase, but also his attack power.
This was also the reason why all the magic academies had their apprentices continuously produce Basic potions. It was to be able to produce Basic Magic Stones. Unfortunately, the probability of producing a magic stone was too low. It was said that all the magic academies on the continent of Tyre had only produced a few dozen beginner magic stones this year. As for the higher-level magic stones, they were refined by adding various materials to the basic magic stones. However, there was only a handful of them. To ordinary acolytes, they would only see them a few times in their lives.
Michael looked at the willow magic staff at his waist. Not bad. I'll strengthen my staff, go out and kill a dozen spirit beasts, and get some spirit pills to cultivate. This year's magic assessment was considered a sure thing.
Every year, the Academy of Magic would set up various assessments, including alchemy. If one could not pass the assessment smoothly, they would be expelled from the school. In serious cases, they would be thrown into the Dark Forest to be used as food to appease magical beasts.
Michael did not want to personally experience the feeling of being torn apart by his magical beasts. He put away the magic stone in his hand and smiled inwardly.
"Not bad."
This was a good start. As long as he could survive until the end of the assessment, he would directly join the main character's team. Using his understanding of the subsequent plot and such a perfect storage space. It could be said that he could rely on the protagonist to take advantage of the situation. Moreover, the main character of the original book was a cute little loli written according to his preferences.
If he did well this time, wouldn't he be able to hug a beauty while at the peak of his life?
It was perfect!