Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

Although Lu Wenwu often compared the current Magick Wizard Academy with Hogwarts after arriving, there were actually quite a few differences.

Unlike Hogwarts, which focuses on happy education, Magick Magic Academy’s course schedule is quite intense.

Perhaps because the students are generally over twenty years old and have a slightly more mature mindset compared to children, there’s rarely any fuss.

Students who can study here cherish their talents and learning opportunities, and the overall learning atmosphere tends to be competitive.

So, after dinner, the library and every self-study and practice room are always packed.

There are many practicing magic spells, alchemy and medicine refining, completing homework, exchanging experiences, and even training in the physical training grounds.

Lu Wenwu, of course, is no exception.

Unlike others who are diligently studying various combat magic, he is more interested in support magic, historical biographies, and strange tales.

After all, the main task still needs to be done, even if this time he decided to relax a little.

Moreover, he wasn’t all that interested in combat magic.

After all, it just involves mixing various classic fantasy magic, compressing them into a glowing "light bar," and firing it to create an effect upon hitting.

There’s nothing special about it, even though Lu Wenwu hadn’t started systematically studying combat magic, he could deduce their operational principles through different attribute fluctuations.

The real novelty lies in the peculiar support magic.

That was something Lu Wenwu always found baffling; he simply couldn’t understand its operational principles.

Even the books didn’t mention the underlying logic of these spells, only emphasizing the standard casting gestures, the wizard’s willpower, the chanting tone, and raising spiritual power, magic power, and micromanagement skills through spell repetition.

When the deep chimes sounded, Lu Wenwu sighed in frustration, closed the book in front of him, and returned it to its original place.

Well, it was a fruitless day!

Oh wait, there was a bit of a gain.

He gained a job.

Because he broke a flying broom during class before, and later pulled Snow for a meal in the kitchen, Old Man Wood righteously demanded he help out on Sunday afternoons as compensation for the school’s loss.

Thinking of this, Lu Wenwu felt a bit complicated.

They said it was to compensate for the school’s loss, but in reality, doing odd jobs for Old Man Wood could earn some invisible wages — like getting scraps for free and learning alchemy technology.

Generally speaking, only excellent students who attended upper-level classes had this kind of privilege.

Lu Wenwu understood in his heart that the old man pitied his "unfortunate background" and wanted to sneak him some relief.

The previous mission had a terrible environment, with the underworld cultivation being like that.

If it weren’t for the True Demon Mother Insect being such a world-ending disaster looming over them, who knows if it would’ve ended up with Lu Wenwu leading the Demon Race against the Righteous and Demonic Dao...

This time, there were too many kind-hearted people, to the point where he was somewhat unaccustomed.

Never mind.

Given the situation, he should just get some sleep.

Lu Wenwu slightly enhanced the bed at school with Mao Mao before entering slumber together.

...

The next morning.

The newbie adaptation period had ended, and the basic physical training before breakfast at Magick Magic Academy left a group of privileged noble students complaining incessantly.

In the entire class, apart from Lu Wenwu and two other commoner students, all the other human students were grumbling nonstop.

Waking up to run three kilometers without using magic assistance was nearly the death of many.

Since Snow and other special race students didn’t need to participate, the tall and sturdy Lu Wenwu once again became the focus among the students.

Hmm...

Anyone would be shocked to see a two-meter tall giant striding with long legs, completing the three-kilometer run in just ten minutes without blushing, panting, or even sweating.

On the physical training field, watching Lu Wenwu continue jogging to the cafeteria, a noble girl couldn’t help but complain:

"My god, we’re supposed to learn magic here, not to become warriors and knights with muscles all over, why suffer such torture?"

"Not everyone has the human-like but essentially young dragon-like physical attributes like Violent Dragon! The academy is clearly tormenting us!"

Such complaints resonated with many of the human freshmen.

Even if they weren’t entirely idle and clueless nobles, suddenly being made to run three kilometers was still a bit too much for them.

Many started jogging at a walking pace, either voicing low complaints or envying Lu Wenwu’s good physique.

At this point, the Second Prince Zijing, drenched in sweat and panting, tried to put on a nonchalant face and said, "Just three kilometers, and you’re already scared? You should know that starting next month, we’ll be running five kilometers every morning!"

"What!? Five kilometers!?"

"This must be a joke, right?"

"I’ll definitely lose my appetite every morning!"

"Why is the academy doing this?"

"..."

Seeing that everyone’s attention was now focused on him, the Second Prince’s face instantly showed a hint of pride and a flush of excitement.