I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 57 The End
Feeling Jemin's gaze, Augusta gritted her teeth in reluctance, but still bowed to Jemin in gratitude according to noble etiquette, and then quickly left the valley with her followers.

On the other side, Horn smiled and nodded to Jemin, then gave a few instructions to his followers before leaving.

"wack."

Feeling somewhat bewildered by the two people's gazes, Jemin shrugged, too lazy to bother with such matters, and instead took out several of his talismanic artifacts to examine them with a touch of heartache.

Due to the high-intensity operation, all the offensive rune artifacts and most of the flying rune artifacts were damaged beyond repair and became unusable.

There are still quite a few protective rune artifacts left, but relying solely on alchemy as an offensive method feels rather inadequate.

"What a pity, they're all broken. Looks like we'll have to quit from here on out..."

Just as Jemin was pondering whether to leave now or stay in this plane for a few more days, he suddenly paused slightly, because a message came from the ring.

"Trial over. Everyone, get ready to be teleported away!"

"Alright, there's no need to worry about it anymore."

Jemin reattached a bunch of damaged talismanic artifacts to his belt, then picked up the large animal skin bag next to him, which was almost as big as his whole body, and stood there silently waiting.

The other wizard apprentices also received the message, and they all stopped chasing the natives.

Some people were not so willing to let them off so easily, so they simply stood still and began to gather their strength, preparing to give the indigenous people a big blow before leaving.

Regardless of the apprentices' reactions, once the allotted time was up, everyone was enveloped in a soft white light, and their figures rippled like water before disappearing into the gray rock realm.

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Outside the limestone boundary, at the Norren Academy teleportation plaza.

The moment Jemin officially joined the battlefield, the previously noisy square fell silent.

Especially when he single-handedly destroyed the entire army, all the apprentices were utterly astonished.

Bush, Gomen.

We're all level three wizard apprentices, so why are you so awesome?
Are we learning the same kind of extraordinary power?

If the power levels of Augusta and Horn were still within the apprentices' comprehension, then the power displayed by Jemin was completely beyond their understanding.

The high-ranking wizard who had been overseeing the entire trial watched this scene on the screen and couldn't help but smile. He turned his head to look at the dumbfounded apprentices around him and nodded with satisfaction.

With such a strong role model, the survival rate of these two cohorts of students should be significantly improved.

Thinking about this, and looking up at the scene on the light screen, the high-level wizard couldn't help but compare it with his own back then.

"What a... monster."

Jemin's genius reminded him of an old friend, and he felt a pang of regret.

"This level of strength is almost comparable to that monster Clark back in the day. Geniuses are truly an unreasonable existence..."

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In the Gray Rock Realm, in the Crimson Valley, the originally panicked aboriginals discovered that the wizard apprentices who had been pursuing them had mysteriously vanished after they had run some distance.

They stopped, still shaken, and observed warily for a long time before daring to confirm that the wizards had truly left completely.

After confirming that it was safe, the few remaining leaders led the remaining troops back to the temporary camp, still feeling apprehensive.

This operation resulted in heavy casualties, and the entire coalition was almost completely defeated.

They were inside the main tent, where a somber atmosphere permeated the space.

"The plan... should have succeeded!" The Kingdom Knight Commander clutched his chest, where a fireball from Jemin had left a charred black mark.

"Our numbers, our traps, our spatial containment... everything was done perfectly! Why did this happen?!"

"It's that...that monster!" The shaman chief's voice trembled. "He's on a completely different level from the other wizard apprentices. Is he some kind of wizard?! Or a god? How can he have inexhaustible magic?! He destroyed everything we had all by himself..."

Seeing his frenzied behavior, the other leaders exchanged glances but did not stop him, because even they were still shaken.

It wasn't until they vented their frustrations that the group gradually calmed down.

"Although these wizard apprentices have dispersed, there's no guarantee they won't invade again next time. We must come up with a way to control them!"

With that, the Kingdom's Knights Commander pulled out a map and, with a heavy heart, began to review the battle.
The others nodded, sighed, and crowded around.

During the debriefing, they were shocked to discover that an important detachment that should have been deployed to the valley battlefield early on to block the flanks had been inexplicably sent out to the area where the terrifying wizard had later arrived.

Although that area became an intelligence vacuum due to the enemy's ruthless actions, the lack of intelligence also revealed the enemy's route of advance.

Judging from the intelligence gaps, the enemy did not initially advance directly in this direction. It is likely that the attack by this combat unit provoked the enemy to come in retaliation.

And the one who issued this fatal order was none other than the priest Oswaldo, who had set up a massive spatial confinement.

The leaders looked at Oswaldo, who had been sitting silently in the corner, their eyes filled with doubt and anger.

"Oswaldo! Why did you transfer that unit?! You're the one who brought that monster here!" the Kingdom's Knight Commander demanded sternly.

"If that monster hadn't interfered, the outcome of this battle would probably have been completely different!" someone nearby complained.

However, the expression on Pastor Oswaldo's face became unusually strange.

His face, which had been pale from overexertion, had somehow returned to normal and was even rosier than before.

The sacred and solemn aura of a priest vanished, and his expression became utterly calm, even indifferent.

He ignored the questions from the leaders around him, his eyes glazed over, as if he were daydreaming or having an internal conversation with someone.

Annoyed by the questioning, Oswaldo glanced at them with some impatience.

Just a look.

An immense pressure, so overwhelming that it was almost tangible, descended upon them!

Pfft!Pfft!
Several leaders around him felt their legs go weak and their bodies uncontrollably collapsed to their knees.

The soldiers outside the tents were the same; regardless of their strength, they trembled and were unable to move under this terrifying pressure.

(End of this chapter)