Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

The Support Magic Class is quite long.

All morning until 11:30, a full three and a half hours were dedicated to the Support Magic Class.

Even if you count the roughly half-hour break in between, it still lasted about three hours.

The combination of theory and practice was quite interesting.

There were a few students in the class with a solid foundation, who had already learned a lot about magic theory before coming to the school, so they picked it up very quickly.

This group included Lu Wenwu’s three roommates from different races, as well as several noble and imperial students from different countries.

There’s nothing you can do about it.

They were born with such family backgrounds, practically born in Rome, and even their magic staffs are engraved with intricate patterns.

Their ancestors had suffered all the hardships remaining from thousands of years when they followed the continental gods through the gates, and now their descendants are overwhelmed by an excess of material wealth.

The situation with the Fire Element and Silver Skull is even more special, as these are racial talents that others can’t even envy.

The rest of the classmates starting from scratch seemed somewhat lost, mostly clumsily following Professor Lynn’s attempts.

Lu Wenwu also studied very seriously, no less diligently than he had in the Dragon Emperor tutorial class before.

Although he wasn’t interested in magic related to combat, he was genuinely interested in these flashy support spells.

For example, the Cooking Spell that allows ingredients and utensils to automatically cook according to the mage’s cooking level — that’s simply unbelievable!

Watching a Western-style chef’s knife precisely debone an unknown meat in front of him and quickly cut it into ten pounds of pure lean meat filling, ten pounds of pure fat meat filling, and an outrageous ten pounds of soft gold cartilage filling, Lu Wenwu fell silent.

This thing is truly under-utilized in cooking.

Seriously, you’re calling this support magic?

You’re calling this a Cooking Spell?

The fact that an ordinary kitchen knife can perfectly replicate a chef’s strength, cutting just as well as Lu Wenwu himself, made Lu Wenwu think this thing doesn’t deserve to be called ”support” at all.

He looked at the teaching dummy beside him, eager to move.

If replaced with hundreds of even more powerful knives and released at enemies during a fight...

He couldn’t even imagine the scene!

Hundreds of swords and blades flying in the air, crazily slashing and stabbing the opponent, it would be a fully automated Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root!

If the swords and blades being straightforward were too predictable to deal with, how about an unpretentious hammer equivalent to a direct blow from the mage?

Of course, Lu Wenwu completely ignored one issue.

Maybe in the long history of mages, it’s not that no one thought of fighting like this.

They just didn’t have the unreasonable strength of Lu Wenwu, nor his exquisite ”cooking skills”...

In this way, the power of unleashing the Cooking Spell on the enemy is naturally far inferior to the ”Arrow Rain Spell,” which almost creates something out of the void — after all, the latter was designed to clear hordes of minor enemies from its inception.

”Alright, everyone, today’s Support Magic Class ends here. I ask that you practice the five types of magic we covered today on your own. In the next Support Magic Class, I will check your progress.”

”Also, please completely memorize the content from today’s class as corresponding with the textbook, word for word. I must remind everyone that the Academy will conduct random checks, so don’t slack off.”

”I hope your learning ability can be as excellent as Mr. Tyrannosaurus — absorb, learn, integrate, summarize — this will greatly save you time in climbing the pinnacle of magic.”

”Now, go enjoy a wonderful lunch.”

Lynn left behind what seemed to Lu Wenwu to be a quintessential homework assignment, waved her magic staff, and cleaned up the messy classroom, restoring the teaching aids to their original positions.

The teaching aids and meat that the students had hacked floated up and followed Lynn out, like a small train of flesh and blood.

Once the professor had left, the classroom immediately returned to a state of chaos.

Apart from some special races, the remaining students at the Magic Academy are adults, most with fairly mature mindsets.

Almost all the students in this class keenly realized that Lu Wenwu was extraordinary — he undoubtedly had outstanding talent in learning magic.

Moreover, his feat of almost shattering the crystal ball at the opening ceremony spoke volumes.

As a result, many students with a desire to make connections were now crowding around Lu Wenwu, trying to exchange a few words and build rapport.

These people were so enthusiastic that even when Lu Wenwu held the Silver Skull’s spine in his left hand and pushed the Fire Element with his right, they couldn’t be pushed away; on the contrary, they thought he was even more worth befriending!

The Snow Wolf, Snow, who was already very hungry, held onto the books of the two of them, trying to find the right moment to dash out from behind Lu Wenwu, but it was futile.

These people were blocking the way too tightly, all eagerly introducing themselves.

Joking aside, being able to carry the Silver Skull in one hand despite the corrosive Soul Fire, and also withstand the high temperature of the Fire Element, this surely isn’t an ordinary person!

Either he’s the heir of some top-tier noble family or the offspring of some big shot from a superpower.

He must be befriended and roped in!

This is a networking opportunity presented right under one’s nose; anyone who misses it is an idiot!

Lu Wenwu was really not good at dealing with this kind of situation.

Usually, he would just punch his way out.

But that wasn’t possible now.

One doesn’t strike a smiling face.

He could only brace himself to deal with these classmates, telling them some of his ”background.”