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

Chapter 73 Busy
Jemin fell into deep thought.

The first method is basically out of the question. Although the wizarding civilization is advanced enough, level eight wizards are still the absolute ceiling.

As for level nine wizards, their existence transcends even the concept of this world; they are beings completely outside the ceiling.

Although there are quite a few level eight wizards in the entire wizarding civilization, these wizards basically follow the side of level nine wizards and expand their territory on the real front lines.

Areas like Norren Academy, or even the entire Norren Workshop, are merely scraps in the dimensional battlefield, hardly qualifying as "bandit suppression," but at most "post-war reconstruction."

Therefore, the idea of ​​finding an eighth-level wizard to help deal with the enemy is out of the question; we can only use the remaining two methods.

Weakening the plane's origin goes without saying; the academy primarily uses this method. Most importantly, this method can also intensify the war to some extent.

As for the wizard apprentices lost in the process, that was merely a necessary price to pay, a fact that even the wizard apprentices themselves would not deny.

It is no exaggeration to say that the value of a high-level wizard far exceeds that of thousands of low-level wizards.

Therefore, for the wizarding civilization, the second method... is a win-win situation.

It belongs to the last method, and the principle is actually very simple.

Level 6 beings can access the origin of a plane, but only if the plane itself does not conflict with it.

In other words, if it is a level 6 alien being, it will be very difficult to control unless the entire plane is forcibly subdued.

However, this is not a problem for sixth-order beings who have advanced to the native plane, even if the being was originally an outsider.

As long as one person holds the enemy back from within the plane's origin, the other wizards can easily defeat them.

However, even in the current wizarding civilization, the difficulty of advancing to the sixth level wizard is extremely high, and the proportion of people who can advance to the sixth level wizard in each generation is frighteningly low.

"Alright, that's enough." Mentor Clark patted him on the shoulder.

"Take a break, then get back to work as soon as possible. Those returning guys don't have much patience."

Having accepted the mission, Jemin returned to his laboratory somewhat bewildered.

He didn't have much time to complain or think too much. Almost as soon as he returned to the lab, tens of thousands of cubic meters of gold were transported over in batches and piled up into several small mountains in the storage warehouse.

For the next two weeks, Jemin had no idea how he got through it.

He was already intimately familiar with the process of refining refined gold. In order to avoid exhausting himself, he used the true fire of the cultivation system as the core, combined with material processing and energy conduction arrays borrowed from wizard alchemy, to build a highly efficient refined gold refining production line.

Jemin directly regarded himself as a core component embedded in the assembly line, with the pale golden true fire burning day and night.

One piece of gold after another was sent into the processing array, and then into the real fire zone for refining.

The vast amount of true energy was continuously consumed, and then constantly replenished by Jemin.

Spiritual power, carrying alchemy, acts like invisible hands, precisely controlling every step, removing impurities and refining the essence that represents the concept.

Even with the help of the assembly line, Jemin has had a very tough time these past two weeks.

This is not only an extremely mentally taxing and physically demanding task, but also a very physically demanding one.

For a full two weeks, he barely slept, only meditating briefly to recover when he was exhausted.

Jemin was continuously given a stream of mental recovery potions; at his worst, he even felt like he was about to burst. Two weeks later.

When the last batch of gold was sent for processing and finally a fine gold ingot shining with a restrained luster was produced, Jemin finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He walked out of the laboratory with a blank stare, and the sunlight hitting him made him squint.

I felt completely drained, my eyes were red, and my hair was messy.

It wasn't until this moment that he understood why his mentor, Clark, a level six wizard, always looked somewhat unkempt whenever he saw him.

He had just reached the edge of the square when he ran into Amy and Victor again.

The two appeared to have just completed their mission and were preparing to leave.

"Jemin!" Amy exclaimed upon seeing him, "My God, what happened to you?! You look like you just crawled out of a mine!"

Victor also looked him over, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although he knew that Jemin had taken on a major commission from the academy, he did not expect the workload to be so great, to have managed to put this usually very composed guy through such a ordeal.

"Just finished a big project, a bit tired." Jemin rubbed his temples, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Such a big commission..." Amy asked curiously, "What is it that could exhaust you like this!"

“Handling some of the materials… was very hard work,” Jemin said without going into details.

Victor was also a little curious, but since he wasn't close to the two of them yet, he didn't ask any further questions.

Looking at Jemin's exhausted appearance, he felt a little envious.

Although many wizarding apprentices often end up in such a sorry state, he saw the shadow of those high-ranking wizards only in this person.

Just then, an announcement came over the loudspeaker that the ceremony to bid farewell to the old apprentice was about to begin.

The three of them did not go far. Instead, they stood at the edge of the square with the other apprentices, watching the older apprentices who had completed their ten-year studies walk toward the teleportation array under the guidance of their mentors.

They are about to be sent to a front-line dimension to join the brutal battlefield.

"I wonder which dimension this group of senior students is going to," Amy murmured to herself.

Victor glanced at her, recalling what he had learned during a casual conversation with his father:
"It should still be the Shadow Dimension. I heard that dimension is very troublesome. We should continue to replenish our forces."

"The Shadow Dimension... that's really unlucky..." Amy couldn't help but mutter to herself, "I heard the battle on that dimension is quite intense right now."

After all, given the average level of the senior apprentices at Norren Academy, an ordinary plane can be conquered by simply consuming one generation of apprentices. Although the losses are not small, several wizards of level three or above will inevitably emerge from it.

If an apprentice cannot conquer a plane, it means that the plane is quite difficult to deal with.

"It's alright, at least the situation in the Shadow Dimension has been explored, and they can adjust their spell models and equipment in advance before they go. It's still less dangerous than directly exploring a new dimension." Jemin, however, had a different opinion.

After all, they are elites who have undergone ten years of training in the academy. Even if they encounter a battlefield with extremely high intensity of war, they will not be caught off guard if they are prepared in advance.

(Extra chapter tomorrow)
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