Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 1152 - 1152 Practice

1152 Practice

Xin Qiwen put away the membership card and transferred the money to his account. He said, “Practice Hall No. 7 on the first floor. The Alchemy Society will randomly assign you an instructor if you don’t have one. The instructor will be there in 10 minutes.”

“Once the instructors arrive, they’ll start to charge you. You only have one hour.”

“What’s the alchemy level of the instructor?”

“This is the secret of the Alchemy Society. It’s much higher than yours anyway.”

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Fang Heng frowned.

“Lord Fang Heng, let’s hurry up and leave. Let’s not waste any more time.”

Ed was afraid that the two of them would fight, so he pulled Fang Heng away hurriedly.

Fang Heng nodded to Ed and thanked him, “Okay, thank you.

Ed heaved a sigh of relief.

You shouldn’t just thank me on the surface.

How come the game didn’t tell him that his friendliness attribute had increased even though he had spent a lot of money?

Ed didn’t feel at ease spending this money.

Feeling suspicious, the two of them arrived at the entrance of Practice Hall No. 7

There was an indicator light above the entrance.

Fang Heng pushed the door open and entered, leaving Ed waiting outside.

The practice hall was very spacious. The floor and the four walls were pure white.

Other than an old wooden wall clock, there were no other decorations.

There were a few tables in the corner, and many alchemy equipment and bottles of materials were piled on the tables.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a mustache stepped into the room.

“I’m Slovin, the instructor from the Alchemy Society.”

Slovin looked a little impatient and asked, “You’re a new student, right? I’ll make myself clear first. Learning alchemy isn’t that easy. Don’t expect any progress in just an hour. Don’t make trouble and waste everyone’s time.”

“Yes.”

Fang Heng raised his head and looked at the wall clock hanging on the wall.

The timer had already started.

“Tell me, what’s your alchemy level?”

“I’ve been studying alchemy by myself, and I feel like I’ve touched the threshold of elementary alchemy. I want to go further.”

“Self-study?”

Slovin frowned and wanted to laugh in his heart.

Don’t be funny.

A mage learning alchemy by himself?

He even felt good about himself and touched the edge of the elementary level? Was this a joke?

“Alright, let’s give it a try, then. Create an ordinary alchemy array and show it to me. It doesn’t have to be too difficult. A Tier 1 alchemy array will do.”

Fang Heng stood still.

What was a Tier 1 composite alchemy magic array?

He didn’t understand!

“What’s wrong? Hurry up and set it up!”

“I don’t know.”

Slovin was stunned for a moment, but he wanted to laugh even more.

Good Lord, he didn’t even know the most basic of alchemy, and he dared to say that he had touched the threshold of elementary alchemy? Who gave him such confidence?

“Alright, then what do you know? Show me any one of them, or show the one you’re most comfortable with…”

“No need.”

Fang Heng took a look at the wall clock above the room and interrupted, “I just want to know how to quickly improve my elementary alchemy.”

“Tsk, sure. I wanted to take a look at your foundation and formulate a study for you to study alchemy mageweath. That’s fine too. I’ll just take it that I’m overthinking it. Just watch.”

Slovin didn’t waste any time. He walked up and picked up the alchemy pattern material on the table.

He took a few steps forward and crouched on the ground.

Soon, a fine alchemy pattern was drawn on the floor of the hall.

Fang Heng stood aside, squinting his eyes slightly.

“There, did you see clearly? This is it. Draw it from the beginning to the end according to this mageweath. When you’re able to completely draw the picture and text, you’ll be considered to have touched the threshold of the elementary level of alchemy. At that time, I’ll teach you how to cross that threshold.”

Slovin looked at Fang Heng and said, “Come on, don’t just stand there. You try it.”

“Okay, sure.”

Fang Heng carefully observed the pattern and the details of the pictures and text. He hummed in agreement and walked forward, picking up the alchemy brush on the table.

He poured his spiritual power into the tip of the alchemy brush.

The moment Fang Heng touched the ground with the brush, he immediately felt an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity from the brush strokes.

He forced himself to continue drawing, but the mageweath could not be drawn after a few strokes.

Fang Heng was forced to stop.

Wuwuwuwuwu…

A dim yellow light flashed on the ground, and the runes that had just been drawn on the ground disappeared.

The game prompt flashed on Fang Heng’s retina.

[Hint: You have failed to practice the alchemy mageweath. Your alchemy talent +0.001.]

“No, no, this is unbearable. The posture you used to hold the brush is wrong.”

Slovin looked disdainful.

He now believed that Fang Heng’s alchemy skills were self-taught.

“And your writing style, does this count? Isn’t this too weak? Did you not learn alchemy systematically?”

Despite his criticism, Slovin still did his job and went forward to demonstrate again. “Look at me. You have to do this. Do you understand?”

[Hint: You have received Slovin’s guidance. You have some understanding of mageweath alchemy arrays. Your basic alchemy experience has increased by 1.]

Fang Heng looked at the game log.

The experience points that had been stuck had really increased.

Interesting.

It was possible that the advancement condition for elementary alchemy required him to fill up his experience first.

Slovin stood at the side and watched Fang Heng standing there in a daze, but he didn’t urge him.

He had seen many people like this.

Did he really think that anyone could learn alchemy?

As expected, the richer a person was, the dumber they were.

“Alright, take your time to think. Call me when you’ve thought it through.”

Slovin was happy to be free. He slowly walked to a chair at the side and sat down to rest.

Fang Heng closed his eyes and quickly mobilized the zombie clones in the Land of Plague and the underground world.

The thousands of zombie clones immediately stopped all the construction, ore collection, excavation, transportation, and other work. They started to draw magic arrays on the ground with their fingers.

In less than half a minute, dense game prompts began to refresh on Fang Heng’s retina.

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to practice alchemy mageweath…]

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to practice alchemy mageweath…]

In the midst of countless failure messages, there would occasionally be a few positive game notifications.

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to practice alchemy mageweath. You have a deeper understanding of mageweath alchemy. Your alchemy talent +0.001.]

[Hint: Your zombie clone has failed to practice alchemy mageweath. You have some insight into alchemy, and your basic alchemy experience has increased by 1.]

Five minutes later, Fang Heng opened his eyes again and raised his head. He picked up the sharp tip of the brush in his hand and drew a mageweath alchemy array on the ground quickly.

When he started to write again, although his movements were still a little clumsy, there was no sense of unfamiliarity at all.

Failed.

He failed again.

Fang Heng drew again and again.

The floor of the practice hall was specially made. Once the alchemy magic array failed, it would be immediately cleared.