The next day...
After Vicente finished upgrading all of his group's weapons that had not yet been modified, he was 100% focused on attempting to break through to the 2nd stage.
Having reached just over 99% progress at the Senior Apprentice level hours ago, Vice had been focused on his seclusion ever since.
In the basement of his residence, he was alone in the training area, meditating while the semi-transparent mana around him shone like small stars.
Reaching the peak of a level was not a guarantee of advancement; where one would only have to take the next step and then be at a higher level.
The magic world didn't work that way!
The difference between a 1st-grade pill and a 2nd-grade one, or even between pills of the same grade but different purities, was not just the difference of one minimum point between the threshold of the two.
Each advancement brought with it a significant quantitative difference but also qualitative improvements.
