Wizard: Building a Golem Legion From Zero-Chapter 55 - 53: I Want the Ring

A public lecture hall in the Furnace Black Tower.

On the podium, a stern professor with a powerful aura was explaining Chapter Three of *The Design and Construction of a Wizard Workshop*—"Safety Designs for Magic Power Circulation Conduits."

Allen sat in the middle-back of the classroom, diligently taking notes.

After two days of Advanced Apprentice courses, he now had a macro-level understanding of the alchemy school’s body of knowledge.

It was a major school of thought founded on matter, driven by energy, and ultimately aimed at manipulating the fundamental rules of the world.

And the starting point for all of this was a single place—a Wizard Workshop.

Allen had only just begun his studies and hadn’t yet touched upon more advanced knowledge. The academy’s workshops were too expensive, and renting one now would be an inefficient use of his funds.

Setting up a basic Alchemy Workbench in his own dorm to handle simple material processing and component assembly was the most cost-effective choice for now.

"...And that concludes the basic designs for constructing a Magic Power circulation conduit. I hope you all practice this on your own after class."

The professor closed his textbook and dismissed the class.

The apprentices rose to their feet, and the classroom instantly grew noisy.

Allen packed his textbooks into his already stuffed-to-the-brim Subordinate Spatial Storage Bag and left the classroom.

His wallet was full, so it was time to turn money into productivity. First, shopping, then learning new Witchcraft.

The Apprentice Trading Market was bustling with activity.

This time, however, Allen bypassed the noisy areas and headed straight for the specialty shops that looked forbiddingly expensive.

Before taking action, a virtual report from DSeek unfolded in his mind.

[Financial Status Report:]

[Current Account Balance: 4,550 Low-Level Magic Stones.]

[Interest-Free Loan Limit: 50,000 Low-Level Magic Stones (Not Activated).]

[Stable Monthly Income (Estimated): Approx. 700 Low-Level Magic Stones (From study group, after deducting instructor’s salary and operational costs).]

[Financial Assessment: Healthy. Ample cash flow. Medium risk tolerance. Can support current-stage spending upgrade plan.]

The numbers were cold, but the confidence they provided was blazing hot.

Allen walked into a professional shop called "Alchemy House." The apprentice’s service was equally professional.

"What can I get for you, sir?"

"A basic Alchemy Distiller, a High-Temperature Resistant Crucible, and a standard potionology tool kit and material pack."

Allen spoke at a steady pace, his gaze sweeping over the equipment on the shelves, all shimmering with the light of Magic Power.

He was buying this equipment for his *Introduction to Magic Potions* class. Although he didn’t plan to specialize in this area, it was always good to learn more.

"Certainly. The distiller is the ’Master’s Hand’ Model III, ninety-five Low-Level Magic Stones; the crucible is from the Blackrock series, eighty Low-Level Magic Stones; and the standard tool kit and material pack come to one hundred ten Low-Level Magic Stones in total."

The apprentice quoted the prices while deftly taking the sealed boxes from the shelf.

"Ten High-Level Mental Recovery Potions." The effects of the basic potions were no longer enough to support his long, high-intensity training sessions.

"Two hundred Magic Stones." The apprentice’s movements paused for a moment, then became even quicker.

High-Level Mental Recovery Potions were a necessity for an Advanced Apprentice’s training, priced at twenty Magic Stones each. Few people would buy ten at once.

This not only represented immense financial strength but also implied that the customer trained with an intensity far beyond the ordinary.

"One Small Alchemy Machine, one basic Alchemy Tool Kit, three basic Mechanical Body parts kits, and five basic alchemy material packs. That’s all for now."

This was the main event of his shopping trip today.

The apprentice’s breathing grew a little lighter. He quickly walked to the other side of the shop and pointed to a device that was about half a person’s height.

"Sir, are you referring to this ’Precision I’ Small Alchemy Machine? It costs 1,000 Low-Level Magic Stones. The other items total 850 Low-Level Magic Stones."

Allen planned to try making some simple Mechanical Bodies during his first year as an Advanced Apprentice. The construction process itself was the best way to practice his knowledge of mechanical constructs.

It was a necessary expense.

"Also, I need a mode of transportation."

With his main business concluded, Allen walked toward another section of the store.

All sorts of flying implements were displayed here, a dazzling array ranging from the simple, unadorned Flying Brooms for new students to luxurious-looking Magic Carpets embroidered with complex patterns.

Allen’s gaze swept past them, finally settling on a corner.

There, a Hoverboard forged entirely from a dark metal rested. Its design was minimalist, with no superfluous decorations—only a few subtle blue Rune Circuits faintly glowing on its surface. It looked less like a magical creation and more like something from science fiction.

The tag next to it read: "Nightwing III, Alchemical Construct. Stable, silent, high-speed. Max altitude: 10 meters. Max speed: 80 km/h. Directly driven by Magic Power. Price: Five hundred fifty Low-Level Magic Stones."

’This is way more comfortable than flying around on a broom, and it fits my past-life aesthetic better.’

’Plus, it’s fast and quiet. Whether for getting around the sprawling academy grounds or for heading out on missions later, it’s far more practical than a broom.’

"I’ll take this one," Allen said, pointing to the board.

"Right away, sir." The apprentice’s tone now held obvious respect.

He could tell that this young-looking Advanced Apprentice was a true "big spender."

Finally, Allen returned to the counter.

"I also need a spatial storage item, with a capacity of about ten cubic meters."

Hearing this, the apprentice immediately retrieved two items from under the counter.

One was a black backpack, similar in style to the one Allen had bought before, but with more refined craftsmanship and softer leather.

"An Intermediate Spatial Storage Bag. Ten cubic meters of standard space, outer layer made of Magical Lizard hide, enchanted with waterproof and fireproof Runes. Price: eight hundred Magic Stones. It’s the cost-effective choice, very practical."

The other was a simple silver ring. Its surface had no patterns, only a gentle, lustrous sheen, making it look like an ordinary ring.

"A Space Ring, also with ten cubic meters of space. Price: one thousand Magic Stones."

The apprentice focused his introduction on the latter. "The advantages are that it’s convenient to carry, binds to you with a Spiritual Power imprint so it’s not easily lost, and..."

He lowered his voice, adopting a secretive, sales-pitch tone. "No one can refuse a Space Ring, right? It’s a symbol of status and power in itself."

Allen’s gaze fell upon the ring.

Fragments of memory from his past life as a thirty-year-old "corporate drone" surged up.

Those nights spent in front of a computer, reading novels and watching movies, fantasizing about having a Storage Ring that could hold everything, felt like only yesterday.

Logic told him the backpack was two hundred Magic Stones cheaper for the exact same function, and the money saved could buy ten more high-level potions.

But another voice echoed in his heart: ’What’s the point of being reincarnated if I don’t buy a Space Ring?’

The ever-rational and calm Allen, faced with the test of a mere 200-Magic-Stone price difference, found himself hesitating for a rare moment.

His fingers tapped lightly on the counter. Once. Twice. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Finally, the tapping stopped.

Allen picked up the ring, his expression unreadable.

"I’ll take the ring."