Wizard: Building a Golem Legion From Zero-Chapter 51 - 49: A Huge Wave of Coursework Is Coming

Chapter 51: Chapter 49: A Huge Wave of Coursework Is Coming

Allen first returned to his dorm room, 304, in Zone A-7.

Everything in the room was just as he had left it. On the desk, fourteen beginner apprentice textbooks were stacked neatly.

He had once read voraciously here, using DSeek to build a foundational understanding of this world’s system of Magic.

Now, these books were about to become relics of his past.

Without a hint of sentimentality, he efficiently packed up all his personal belongings.

A few changes of clothes and his toiletries, some notes scribbled with scattered thoughts, the fourteen heavy textbooks, and the teaching materials he had written for the Learning Mutual Aid Group.

He stuffed everything, one item at a time, into his Subordinate Spatial Storage Bag.

The one-cubic-meter space, which had once seemed ample, was now stretched to its limit, nearly filled to the brim by the brick-like pile of textbooks.

’The bag’s capacity is no longer sufficient; I’ll need to get a new one.’

’I’ll have to add that to the agenda once I’m settled.’

He gave the empty room one last look, feeling not a shred of sadness.

’This place was just a temporary waystation. Now, I’m heading to the real starting point.’

He turned and shut the door.

The crisp click of the lock was his official farewell to life as a beginner apprentice.

Back at the Black Tower of the Forge, Allen confidently made his way to the first floor.

Following the signs, Allen found the finance office at the end of a corridor.

The door was ajar, revealing a space enclosed by a high counter.

Surprisingly, the sign for the "Logistics and Supplies Office" next to it pointed to the same room.

Behind the counter, mountains of scrolls and junk threatened to swallow the small space, leaving only a narrow service window.

A bald, middle-aged man was dozing on a desk behind the window. His gray robe was faded and wrinkled, and his head rose and fell with each breath.

Allen walked up to the counter and tapped twice on the cold metal surface.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

The middle-aged man’s head twitched, and he slowly lifted it.

His eyes were bleary and his face was etched with annoyance at being disturbed. His cloudy eyes were unfocused. A nameplate on his chest read: Barton Thorn.

"What do you want?"

He mumbled, his voice hoarse and slurred as if from a hangover. "Can’t you read the sign? No service in the afternoon. Come back tomorrow if you need something."

With that, he prepared to lay his head back down.

"Allen Wesren," Allen added. "Master Mercer Iron Star’s new apprentice."

"I’m here to pay the tuition for the Myriad Machine Resonance Meditation Method." Allen’s composure was unshaken by the man’s attitude.

"Meditation Method?" Barton’s movement stopped. He squinted, taking a moment for his eyes to focus clearly on Allen.

"Master Mercer’s apprentice?" he repeated, his tone seeking confirmation.

"Yes."

He lifted his head, truly awake this time, and reassessed the black-haired youth before him.

In those cloudy eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashed and disappeared.

"Fifteen hundred Low-Level Magic Stones. And just so we’re clear, no credit."

"From my account." Allen handed over his identification card.

Barton snorted and reluctantly dug a square, scratch-covered Magic Guide Terminal out from a pile of junk.

He held Allen’s ID card near the terminal and tapped on it a few times.

The terminal let out a faint hum and projected a screen of light, which displayed Allen’s student information.

He stared at the light screen for a moment, making a noncommittal "hmm" sound.

"Master Mercer Iron Star’s apprentice. Hmm, the information is correct."

He muttered, his finger swiping across the light screen, "The tuition has already been paid by the Plane Exploration and Development Association. The account is settled, prepaid for five years. Weisren Apprentice, your student information has been updated to Advanced Apprentice of the Black Tower of the Forge."

He pushed the ID card back to Allen.

"There." His attitude was still far from warm, but at least the initial dismissiveness was gone.

Barton retrieved a few items from a cabinet and placed them on the counter.

"Your personal effects."

Allen untied the bundle. Inside was a brand-new, black Advanced Apprentice Robe. Its fabric was much thicker than the gray robes of the beginner apprentices. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with fine, silver-threaded defensive Runes and the exclusive sigil of the alchemy school. The robe offered minor resistance to both Magic Power corrosion and physical impact. There were also some daily necessities.

In addition, there was a large stack of brand-new books.

Allen picked up the one on top, *Advanced Rune Engineering*.

The book’s cover was made from some kind of tough Magical Beast Hide and felt heavy in his hand.

He flipped through a few pages. Inside were Rune Array diagrams more complex and precise than those in *Basic Runes and Linguistics*, each page imbued with a rigorous logic and beauty.

Finally, Barton handed over a key. "Your personal dorm. Black Tower of the Forge, fifth floor, number 21."

"Thank you." Allen gathered everything. His already cramped storage bag couldn’t hold any more, so he had to carry the new items.

Holding the bundled books and supplies in one hand and the dorm key in the other, he turned to leave.

"Hey, kid," Barton suddenly called out from behind him.

Allen stopped and looked back at him.

Barton was leaning against the counter, having returned to his lazy posture, but there was something different in his eyes.

"Don’t go doing random experiments in your dorm in the Black Tower of the Forge. If you die too quickly, it’s a pain for me to clean up."

Allen gave a slight nod in response and turned to leave.

The first floor to the second basement level of the Black Tower of the Forge contained offices and warehouses. The second through fifth floors were the Advanced Apprentice dormitories, the sixth and seventh floors held lecture halls, and the eighth floor and above housed the masters’ offices and laboratories. Each floor was equipped with a teleportation Array.

Black Tower of the Forge, fifth floor, room 21.

The room was more than three times the size of a beginner apprentice’s dorm, remarkably quiet, and had good lighting. In addition to the bedroom, it had a private bathroom. A massive solid wood table, perfect for conducting experiments and assembling components, occupied most of the living room.

Allen emptied everything from his storage bag onto the table, his gaze lingering on the new textbooks.

DSeek began to record the new information, comparing and integrating it with its existing knowledge base.

[New knowledge modules detected: *Advanced Rune Engineering*, *Identification and Processing of Metallic Magical Materials*, *Identification and Processing of Crystalline Magical Materials*, *Fundamentals of Mechanical Bodies*, *Principles and Safety of Magic Conductivity*, *Design and Construction of a Wizard Workshop*, *Introduction to Magic Potions*... 12 books in total.]

Allen’s gaze swept over the textbooks one by one. These books constituted the professional curriculum of the alchemy school.

From material identification to basic Mechanical Body design, there was even a book specifically about the site selection, layout, and functional zoning for a Wizard Workshop: *Design and Construction of a Wizard Workshop*.

’This isn’t just a simple transfer of knowledge,’ Allen thought, a fiery glint in his eyes. ’It’s a complete guide to building a basic industrial system.’