The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　The students from the noble academy who were near the window quickly opened it to let the stench dissipate.

　"My God, dear Gaode, what did you put in there?!"

　The screams that the students in front of Witt couldn't help but let out were drowned out by the sound waves.

　Nobody cared who caused the explosion.

　All I know is that "cheering" is really fun.

　Once the classroom had calmed down a bit, Dark shook his head slightly, picked up his pen, and recorded the material proportions of the finished product.

　Come on, we'll make adjustments after we get back.

　There wasn't enough time left to conduct another experiment.

　He felt that his overall operation was pretty good, but he needed to improve on the details.

　However, the deviation of the failed sample in my hand was greater than it appeared on the surface.

　Because the "transformation" extracted from the failed sample did not contain copied data. It was merely a "transformation" that changed shape, and even that was incomplete.

　He originally thought Ditto only had one special move, "Transform," and that if it succeeded, he would definitely get that one. He was surprised...

　"There might be something wrong with your thinking."

　Dark recalled his words when he asked Ditto to remember what it felt like to transform, and he pondered for a moment.

　"But these are minor issues."

　"This experiment has basically verified that having magical spirits recall their ultimate moves helps in the creation of [Ultimate Move Cards]."

　"If we use the analogy of 'drawing inferences from three examples,' does it mean that the magical spirit should recall what isn't on the panel but has been learned internally?"

　Killing techniques can extract special moves that are not listed on the panel.

　"This is a very good research direction!"

　Dak quickly jotted down his thoughts to prevent forgetting them.

　After that, he reached out and teased Ditto, then began cleaning up the experimental residue.

　"Busy!"

　Ditto grinned crookedly, extended its tentacles, and transformed them into the shape of hands, beginning to help tidy up.

　A few minutes later, everything was tidied up.

　Dak then leisurely observed the other students.

　The students' experimental progress varied, but none of them were particularly fast.

　Some students are so slow that they have to wait until after class to catch up.

　Some students were quite fast, but it seems they haven't mastered the core techniques for creating [Ultimate Skill Cards].

　After laughing, Diana and Rose hurriedly threw themselves into their experiments.

　That momentary lapse in concentration almost caused their experiment to go down the drain.

　And on the other side.

　Robert's experiment went much better than Witt's.

　Witt was frantically trying to salvage the shattered cauldron.

　Emma's collection of ancient gold coins is now missing one or two.

　"Jingle Bell!"

　When the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, the students' wails of pain would inevitably erupt.

　Those who failed the experiment happily carried their schoolbags to the cafeteria.

　Those whose experiments haven't failed yet are eagerly waiting for them to fail.

　This was destined to be a disappointing experimental lesson.

　No one succeeded throughout the entire lesson.

　After the potions class in the afternoon.

　Before Professor Thompson left, Darke quickly grabbed his notebook and rushed over to ask him about some of the questions he had about potion-making from the morning's lab class.

　Thompson was arguably the most normal professor among the first-year students.

　He put down the textbook and began to patiently explain.

　Dak listened and took notes simultaneously.

　A few keywords can form a paragraph.

　About ten minutes later, he obtained the knowledge he wanted.

　After that, I stopped bothering the professor and tried to understand it on my own.

　That afternoon, instead of heading straight to the library, he returned to his dormitory and began his experiments there. Learning from his magic class experience, he had a detailed conversation with Ditto beforehand, instructing it to recall the feeling of the [Transformation] skill, rather than its normal form.

　The experiment went quite smoothly this time, but the final result was still not satisfactory.

　Dark summons Ditto and has it transform according to the transformation.

　However, after transforming, Ditto's small darts are weak and have significantly lower stats.

　It's clear that this "transformation" isn't 100% complete.

　The discovery that "ultimate skill cards can be either complete or incomplete" left Dark feeling quite frustrated.

　But upon closer reflection, it seems that this makes sense.

　He recorded the details of each step of the experiment again, but planned to practice using a large milk can instead.

　Since the core materials for the Big Milk Tank are inexhaustible, after deducting the cost of the core materials, a material pack only costs 100 credits, which can be used for more in-depth research through repeated experiments.

　"Moo!"

　The big milk bottle nuzzled its head against his palm, then rubbed its hands together, producing a bottle of milk, which it then affectionately held in its hand.

　She handed her milk to Dak.

　Dak drank it all in one gulp and felt full of energy.

　Then a new experiment began!

　With the previous two experiments as a foundation, this experiment proceeded relatively smoothly.

　The "recollection" of the big milk tank is also very well done.

　The result was a "success," and they finally created a [Ultimate Skill? Drinking Milk]!

　Dac immediately began experimenting on it.

　Although this special move card has its flaws, its ability to restore 1/3 of the magic power is already quite good.

　Drinking milk and transforming are ultimately different types of skills.

　Even after the skill effect of "Drinking Milk" was reduced, it is still significant.

　After the transformation effect was reduced, it became a kind of slime that resembled nothing else.

　Dak then pressed on and completed the remaining two experiments in one go.

　The second attempt to forge the "Ultimate Skill: Drinking Milk" failed, but the third attempt succeeded, restoring approximately 2/5 of the magic power, which is very close to the strongest effect of 1/2!

　Unfortunately, at this point, he only had one basic materials kit left.

　Furthermore, the ingredient ratios for the "transformation" kit are different from those for "drinking milk".

　"You didn't buy enough!"

　Dak sighed, looking like he hadn't had enough.

　He looked up slightly and noticed that it was already 9:30 p.m.

　Happy time is always short-lived.

　He even forgot to eat dinner.

　"Wait until Friday!"

　Dark did not continue the experiment of creating the [Transformation] special move card, but instead focused on the [Drinking Milk] special move.

　The process and results of crafting skill cards are analyzed and summarized theoretically.

　He planned to wait until Friday, after buying more materials and developing the perfect "Ultimate Technique: Drinking Milk," before starting again.

　Initiate the experiment to create the [Ultimate Skill: Transformation].

　Tuesday arrived in the blink of an eye.

　Dark was still engrossed in researching the [Ultimate Skill Card], but a new storm was brewing.

　During Tuesday's dueling class, Professor Jones praised the seven "duelists" and collected all the homework.

　go with.

　Then she put the thick stack of homework aside and began to explain the seven duels one by one!

　The explanations are given in the order of the competition.

　Duolong, who was the first to be affected, was completely stunned!

　Everyone says it's a good start, and he also had a good start, but the "red" in his name is the "red" of blood!

　Professor Jones had clearly forgotten about that unsuccessful rookie match after he finished writing his analysis paper.

　But they insisted on bringing up the old story, reminding him of his crushing defeat in his debut battle.

　While it wouldn't warrant public execution, he still pursed his lips and clenched his fists. Next time, next time he'd definitely win! ●?o)

　Crying

　Professor Jones's analysis was naturally far superior to that of the first-year students.

　After his initial outburst, Duolong was quickly swayed by a few words. He gained a clear and insightful understanding of the mistakes he made during his debut performance.

　In his recently submitted assignment, he attributed most of his defeat to the lack of a second-tier magical spirit.

　That is also a major reason.

　However, he himself did not perform at his best in that duel.

　Professor Jones ultimately concluded with one sentence: "Doron never intended to win when he came on the field. That's the biggest problem!"

　These merciless words made Xiao Duolong's face turn pale.

　But Professor Jones herself is not a soft person, which is also a characteristic of her teaching.

　"I always say that we should take victory and defeat in stride, neither arrogant in victory nor discouraged in defeat. Every victory and defeat is a baptism. Learning from experience and becoming stronger is the destiny of duelists."

　"A duelist who doesn't want to win is not a good duelist."

　Professor Jones's teachings were powerful and insightful.

　As Doron's face turned deathly pale, Victor Gold, sitting in the last row of the classroom near the door, also turned pale in an instant.

　Professor Jones's accusations against Doron not only pierced Doron's heart, but also transcended dimensions, striking at Victor's heart as well.

　It's riddled with holes!

　"Witt, what's wrong?"

　Robert noticed his expression was off and quickly asked what was wrong.

　Witt was dazed for a moment, then subconsciously said, "It's nothing."

　Robert: "Hey, you don't look like you're okay."

　Witt forced a smile: "Look at my radiant smile, the weather is really nice today."

　Robert: "Um, wouldn't 'handsome' be a better word to describe his smile?"

　Witt:

　In any case, Robert's quip relieved Witt somewhat.

　He stared wide-eyed as he continued listening to the lesson.

　A light rain was falling outside the window, while the sound of pens scribbling inside filled the air.