Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 278 "Just spoil him."

December 15, 4623 in the Wizarding Calendar.

On the 96th floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in a medium-sized training room.

Lewandowski sat cross-legged on a high platform constructed of magic crystals, surrounded by an extremely powerful wave of fire elemental energy that washed over the fire elemental defensive barrier at the edge of the training room wave after wave, seemingly without end.

A moment later, all the waves of fire element were absorbed into his body, and the magic crystal platform beneath him began to descend rapidly at a visible speed.

At the same time, a crystal-clear red halo emanated from his body, extending continuously until it transformed into a domain with a diameter of ten meters.

A subtle aura of life transformation began to spread outwards as the domain took shape.

"More than 4,600 years have passed, and I have finally reached the same level as my mentor again." Lewandowski opened his eyes, looking at the crystalline domain covering him, his eyes filled with emotion.

The last time he was on par with his mentor at the third ring level, his mentor quickly broke through to the fourth ring and became the speaker.

Although he was well aware that his mentor could break through to the sixth ring at any time, and that the difference in combat power was also enormous.

But being able to match his mentor's rank once again was enough to satisfy him.

“Not only the mentor, but also junior student Fan En has been acting strangely these past few years. He keeps muttering about some kind of space compression and hasn’t put any effort into building the field.”

Lewandowski then thought of his junior schoolmate, pondering, "If he had focused on cultivation, he would probably be a fifth-ring player by now, right?"

“These geniuses always set their sights too far ahead, unlike me, who always takes things one step at a time.”

If possible, he also wants to focus on the future like his mentor and junior classmates.

But he was very self-aware and knew that his talent was limited.

He was able to achieve the fifth ring thanks to the great help of his grandfather and mentor, and even whether he can become the sixth ring in the future is still a question.

Looking to the future is a completely futile effort.

"Boom boom boom——"

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Whoosh—creak—"

Lewandowski immediately withdrew his domain, leaped into the air, and personally opened the laboratory door.

The only person who could have noticed something amiss and rushed here so quickly would be his mentor, so he naturally dared not be negligent.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, Lor's smiling face came into view.

“Mentor.” Lewandowski bowed respectfully.

"Hmm, not bad, very good!"

Lor looked Lewandowski up and down, then nodded with satisfaction and said, "It's great news that you've broken through to the fifth ring. I'll invite your grandfather, Kateya, and your mentor over for a celebratory banquet in a bit."

"After the banquet, I'll nominate you as speaker. I'm sure those guys will give me and your grandfather some face."

Looking at Lewandowski, who exuded a powerful fifth-order life force and had a resolute face, he couldn't help but recall the silly little kid he had met for the first time.

It's bad enough that the commission I get for acting as a backup warehouse is pitifully low, but when he comes knocking on my door, I'm even willing to give him all my earnings, just asking him not to make things difficult for others.

Before they knew it, the little bean sprout had earned the right to sit in the highest seat of the Wizarding League.

"No." Lewandowski quickly waved his hand and said, "Mentor, I am really not worthy to be the speaker right now. Please don't nominate me."

"Hmm?" Lor raised an eyebrow, his expression gradually becoming strange.

Could this guy have suffered a relapse of his old illness?

He doesn't even want to be the speaker?
“Mentor, to be honest, apart from leading the legion to wipe out some third-tier demons, I haven’t made any contribution to the Wizarding Alliance.” Levan said with a wry smile, “I am unworthy of this speaker’s seat.”

He naturally knew that with his mentor's influence among the speakers, even without his grandfather's help, it would be easy for him to be promoted to the speaker's position.

But he believes he is not qualified to be speaker, at least not now.

If his mentor hadn't instructed his junior to bring him back when Silver Wolf invaded, he would have felt more at ease accepting the speaker's seat.

Of course, he knew that his mentor was doing it for his own good, and he wouldn't complain about it.

He just really didn't want the speaker's seat; otherwise, he couldn't get past his own conscience.

“If you had said that when you first became my student, I would have given you a good beating,” Lor glared at Lewandowski.

Lewandowski pursed his lips, remaining silent, his eyes filled with stubbornness.

“But now,” Lor’s face brightened as he smiled and said, “as long as you can convince your grandfather, I will ‘temporarily’ not nominate you.”

If Lewandowski had been intimidated by his attitude and shown any fear, he wouldn't have cared about the little guy's opinion.

Now that the little guy has grown up and has his own ideas, he won't force him.

"Thank you, mentor." Lewandowski's face immediately lit up with a smile, and he took out the continental communicator right in front of Lor and initiated an emergency communication with his grandfather.

The next second, the communication was connected, and a light screen appeared beside Lewandowski and Lloris. Arsen, whose expression was somewhat tense, was visible in the light screen.

"Speaker Lor." When Arsen saw Lor, the tension on his face vanished instantly. He smiled and nodded at him, then glared at Lewandowski with annoyance and said, "Speak, what is it?"

Can emergency communications be used indiscriminately?
He had just thought something had happened to this guy.

With Llor around, he believed that even if something happened to him, Lewandowski would be fine.

"Grandpa, I've advanced to the fifth ring!" Lewandowski announced the good news as a crystal-clear, pale red aura appeared around him.

"Haha, good, very good!" Arsen laughed immediately upon seeing this. "Wait here, I'll be right there. This kind of happy occasion deserves a banquet to celebrate."

His reaction was almost identical to Lor's before, as if the two had planned it in advance.

The only thing missing is a nominee for Speaker for Lewandowski, because he doesn't have the ability to do so.

As he was about to hang up, Lewandowski called out to him, "Grandpa, don't rush, there's something else I need to tell you."

"Hmm?" Arsen stopped what he was doing and looked at Lewandowski with curiosity.

"My mentor wants to nominate me as speaker after the banquet."

Levan sighed, "But I don't think I'm qualified to be the Speaker of the Wizarding League based on my current contributions."

"Therefore, my supervisor asked me to come to you. If you agree, my supervisor will not nominate me."

When Lewandowski said this, Arsen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and stared blankly at Llor.

Lor didn't speak, but just smiled and nodded.

Arsen turned his head back again, looking at Lewandowski as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

He hesitated for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word.

This is the speaker's seat!

Even he couldn't help Lewandowski much in this regard. Llor was willing to help, but his own grandson refused?

This is simply...
“Grandpa, I’m not joking.” Lewandowski looked at Arsen on the screen with a serious expression.

One minute
three minutes.
Five minutes later, Arsen sighed and waved his hand weakly, saying, "Fine, then so be it."

He knows what is right, but he doesn't want to force his children and grandchildren to do it.

Just as Lewandowski's parents wanted to participate in the final battle against the gods, he did not refuse, and thus they both perished at the last moment.

For example, when Lewandowski wanted to go to the front lines to fight during the Silver Wolf invasion, he did not refuse, but in the end, the boy was forcibly brought back by Lor.

And now, he also doesn't want to refuse Lewandowski's request.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Lewandowski smiled brightly and turned to Lor: "Mentor!"

He knew that his grandfather would not refuse his request, just as he hadn't refused his wish to go to the Kingdom of Gods before.

"Just spoil him then." Ignoring the elated Lewandowski, Lor looked at Arsen on the screen with disdain.

"There's nothing I can do about it," Arsen said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine, I'll go prepare the banquet. Hurry up and come over." Lor didn't bother with this guy anymore, took a step, and disappeared from the door of the training room.

December 15, 4680 in the Wizarding Calendar.

On the top floor of the Lor Wizard Tower, in the study.

"Lord Lor"

In the light screen, Kateya looked at Lor with a troubled expression: "Let alone those wizard apprentices, even those third-ring wizards can't understand the time runes you gave, and they can't construct experimental wizardry models at all."

“I just showed this witchcraft rune model to Speaker Arsen, Lewandowski, and Vann. They all said they couldn’t understand it, and couldn’t even construct a basic time rune in their minds.”

Space runes, for example, are a bit difficult to understand, but apprentices can still grasp a little bit of them.

Countless small accumulations can form a complete experimental procedure.

As for the timing, the inability to understand it precludes the possibility of conducting the experiment.

"I understand, I'll think of something else." Lor rubbed his temples and hung up the call.

Just ten days ago, he finally created the time-disruption magic and gave it to Kateya for experimentation.

Ten days later, he heard this terrible news.

If no one can help him conduct model validation experiments, what should he do?
Should we build it directly?
What if something goes wrong?
Even the slightest mistake could cost him an incredibly valuable sorcery slot, and he truly dared not gamble on it.

According to Francis's latest theory, which he has carefully reviewed after examining the information exchange list of the Second World civilization, the construction of rune models can only be carried out in the sea of ​​consciousness, and nothing else can simulate it. The reason why this ability to recognize laws as runes is actually a unique talent of wizards.

Therefore, the only option is to have other wizards help verify it; there are no shortcuts.

"Is my path of time-space sorcery destined to end here?" Lor frowned deeply, his eyes filled with resentment.

Not to mention that he has already devoted far too much energy to the time system.

Just from Xue's attitude towards him at the very beginning, and the difference between the rewards in the "Time" special game and the "Space" special game, he could clearly understand the gap between the two.

The change in Xue's attitude towards him later was most likely due to Xue's dissatisfaction with his progress in the time system.

All of the above is sufficient to demonstrate the power of the Time faction.

“No, it’s not entirely without a chance.” Lor summoned the game panel and stared intently at the information on it. “As long as the players can help with the experiment, everything will be fine.”

As a true pioneer of the time faction within the wizarding system, he was already mentally prepared to encounter various unexpected events and had resolved many troubles before.

But this was the first time he had ever encountered a situation that had so quickly pushed him to the brink of despair.

Admittedly, even if he abandons the path of time, he can still continue on the path of space, and apart from the effort he has already put in, he will hardly suffer any losses.

However, he believed that no matter what kind of living being he was in, he would never give up easily, even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance.

So does he.

"wait."

Lor closed the game panel and looked at the scroll depicting the river of time on the wall, thinking to himself, "Around five thousand years into the Wizarding Calendar, the players will descend for the twelfth time, and then the answer will be revealed."

"Before that, I need to collect more fragments of the Time Rune and piece together more complete Time Runes to prepare for the second test in 4735."

"Even if we really can't continue on the path of time, we must extend the time that the time runes in that agreement can delay to the maximum extent."

"Although the agreement stipulates that the time-based runes can only delay for a maximum of 2,500 years, which may not be enough for Sanchez and the others to break through, as long as I ignore the domain's flaws and break through to the sixth rank, even if I only rely on the spatial system, I can still ensure that the Wizarding Plane is not lost."

Always be prepared for both possibilities.

He was unwilling to give up the path of time, but he had to prepare for the possibility that the path of time would become unsustainable.

Fortunately, even if we focus solely on the spatial system, it's not weak; it's just not perfect.

Ignoring the limitations of the field only amplifies that imperfection.

This situation is indeed bad, but not that bad.

Lohr suppressed his thoughts and focused on searching for new fragments of time runes in the scroll of the river of time.

Having withstood the test of thousands of years, even the greatest blows can only disturb his mind for a moment at most.

No matter how bumpy the road ahead may be, he believes he can lead the Wizard Alliance forward and even shine with a brilliance even greater than in his previous life.

November 8, 4722 in the Wizarding Calendar.

In a large laboratory at the Energy Furnace Research Institute on the continent of Milton.

Ernie nervously placed a massive energy furnace, thirty miles tall and covered with incredibly intricate energy loops, into a six-ring charging magic circle.

Behind him, Aaron and Lawson watched intently, their senses locked on the energy furnace, afraid of missing a single detail.

This energy furnace was developed by them through painstaking research, combining various knowledge from the information exchange list of the Second World civilization.

If that still doesn't work, then we'll have to wait for the Magical Artifact Research Institute to make a breakthrough.

"Crash-"

After placing the energy furnace in place, Ernie poured in a million magic crystals and directly activated the central control magic circle of the energy furnace.

"Om-"

With a soft hum, the energy loops on the surface of the energy furnace lit up in a very regular pattern, starting from the top and working downwards.

The three of them didn't dare to breathe too loudly, for fear that something would crack open again.

One minute
Five minutes.
Ten minutes later, the energy furnace was officially activated, and the six-ring charging magic array below was also truly lit up. Yet, there wasn't even a single crack on this large energy furnace.

(End of this chapter)