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

Chapter 147 Death and Dimensions

A rare, faint smile appeared on Professor Clark's face.

He picked up a brand-new wizard's robe and a badge that shimmered with a deep light from behind him.

“Jeming, this is the badge of a first-level official wizard, and your official robes.”

Mentor Clark handed the badge to Jemin. The badge was not a simple metal casting, but was made of some kind of translucent material.

It is engraved with intricate wizard runes, and inside it seems to contain a miniature elemental storm, representing the recognition of a first-level wizard's control over the elements.

The robe is woven from a special black silk thread, which not only effectively isolates external energy interference, but also symbolizes the formal identity of a wizard. It has a large number of blank areas reserved for wizards to inscribe and enhance themselves.

Jemin accepted the badge and robe, feeling the powerful energy contained within them, and a ripple of emotion surged through his heart.

From this day forward, he can shed the title of apprentice and become a fully recognized wizard by the entire wizarding civilization.

This is not just an honor, but also the culmination of his years of hard work and a passport to a wider world in the future.

"Very good." Mentor Clark nodded in satisfaction. "Your performance exceeded my expectations. I look forward to more surprises from you in the future."

"Thank you for your guidance, mentor." Jemin bowed and then stood behind his mentor to observe the ceremony.

Except for a small number of students who were truly lacking in talent, all the other graduates successfully obtained the badge and robes representing a first-level formal wizard.

Those who failed to reach the first-level wizard level due to their poor talent mostly had stubborn expressions on their faces and couldn't help but frequently look at the spatial teleportation array next to them.

That is the entrance for their later expedition to other planes.

If all students were afraid of military service when they first entered school, then over the years, those apprentices who were unable to break through to the first level of wizard due to their own talent limitations are actually the ones who most hope to participate in the interdimensional war.

The number of apprentices varied across different disciplines, but most logistics departments completed their graduation ceremonies in a very short time.

The academy did not delay, and all wizards who had completed their graduation ceremonies for their respective disciplines were allowed to depart immediately.

So while some combat majors were still having their graduation ceremonies, on the other side of the hall, the graduates who were about to go to other planes to fight had already boarded the huge spatial teleportation array one after another.

The array patterns lit up beneath their feet, flashing with light. Each teleportation carried away a group of young and passionate figures, placing them in the planes that the workshop was conquering or exploring, to assume the responsibilities of a formal wizard—to explore and collect new knowledge.

Standing behind his mentor Clark, Jemin watched their departing figures and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

He clearly remembered that the last time he attended such a ceremony was five years ago.

He sat in the audience, watching the graduating wizards embark on their journeys with high spirits, their eyes filled with longing and curiosity for the wizarding world...

Wait, something's not right?

Jemin couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

He remembered... that although he had only studied for five years, he seemed to be able to beat all the newly graduated wizards present to the ground.

Thinking of this, Jemin's gaze couldn't help but wander.

As his gaze swept over the other students who, like him, had passed the trials of the Norren Workshop and were not yet venturing to other planes to fight, Jemin felt a strange, inexplicable feeling welling up inside him.

It wasn't until he saw Augusta standing arrogantly behind the combat instructor that Jemin finally remembered who was missing.

He subconsciously searched for a figure that wasn't quite familiar.

"By the way, where's Horn?" Jemin asked casually, his eyes still searching through the crowd.

As a young genius with an eighth-level elemental talent, Horn was a prominent figure in the academy during his freshman year. His exceptional talent should have made him one of the focal points of this graduation ceremony.

Upon hearing this, Amy remained calm, her tone extremely ordinary, as if she were discussing a trivial matter: "He? He's dead."

"died?"

Those few words, though brief, struck Jemin's heart like a cold bolt of lightning.

He looked at Amy, whose expression remained calm, as if stating a fact she had already accepted.

Victor, standing beside him, simply nodded slightly in agreement: "Yes, it died back in the Erosian plane."

Horn is dead?

A complex mix of emotions welled up in Jemin's heart.

It wasn't regret or fear, but rather a sense of bewilderment and complexity, similar to hearing that an acquaintance had died.

Horn, a "little genius" with level eight elemental talent, was seen by many as a promising candidate for a future as a wizard, and was even considered one of the best. Amy continued, "Unfortunately, since passing the academy's trials, he's inexplicably become arrogant. He focuses more on building connections than on self-improvement. He spends his days making friends with the scions of various families at the academy and attending banquets, neglecting his studies considerably."

"So this guy was unlucky enough to die in the previous trial," Victor added, a hint of regret in his voice.

But this regret seems more like a lament for the loss of talent than a sentimental one about the individual.

Jemin was slightly moved.

Although he and Horn were not actually familiar with each other at all, and could even be said to have almost no interaction.

But hearing that a once-renowned genius had died so quietly still evoked a sense of melancholy.

He recalled Horn's confident, even somewhat arrogant, demeanor back in the academy.

Such talent, yet he went astray, wasting precious time and energy on meaningless "connections," and ultimately perished in the cruel trials of position.

In the wizarding world, this is a perfectly common occurrence.

Talent is important, but even more important is the thirst for knowledge, the pursuit of power, and the determination to continuously improve oneself in fierce competition.

Those wizards who are obsessed with worldly power and interpersonal relationships, or who are complacent and self-sufficient simply because of their talent, will eventually be eliminated by this cold and efficient system, no matter how high their starting point is.

Jemin withdrew his gaze and looked at the official wizard badge in his hand.

It seemed to be reminding him that true power is always in one's own hands.

Connections, resources, and honors are all external things; only personal strength is the foundation for standing firm in multiple dimensions.

Just as the crowd gradually dispersed and the hall returned to some tranquility, Professor Clark's steady voice rang in Jemin's ears: "Jemin, come to my office."

"Yes, mentor." Jemin replied respectfully, then followed his mentor's steps, walking through the familiar corridors of the academy.

Clark's advisor's office was as simple as ever.

The tutor walked behind the desk and gestured for Jemin to sit in the chair opposite him.

"Have a seat," Professor Clark said, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of relaxation.

He picked up a stack of materials from the table, and at the same time, Jemin's magic network terminal also received an encrypted message.

"These are the dimensional information you applied for earlier." Instructor Clark got straight to the point, pushing the materials in his hand in front of Jemin.

Jemin’s eyes were immediately drawn to the stack of materials.

That was a demon plane he obtained with the highest contribution during the Elosia Trial, and now it's finally settled!
"Based on the workshop's survey and assessment, and your own wishes, the demon plane selected for you is the premier demon plane in the Elosia plane cluster."

Clark's tone was calm, but the amount of information contained in his words made Jemin's heart race.

“This plane is called ‘Purgatory Sulfur’,” the mentor said slowly. “Its physical size even exceeds the size of the surface of the main plane of the Erosian plane. It is a vast and primitive land, full of active fire elements, and its geological activity is extremely frequent.”

Jemin's eyes instantly lit up with disbelief.

This means that this surface possesses extremely rich resources and a vast space sufficient to support him in conducting countless large-scale experiments!

Mentor Clark gestured for Jemin to look at the information on the magic network terminal: "This is a detailed survey report of the plane, as well as the coordinates of the plane you will soon receive. Norren Workshop has already installed a permanent spatial portal in that plane. This coordinate point is the 'key' to the spatial portal. Through it, you can travel between Norren Workshop and that plane at any time."

He paused, then added, "Once you arrive in that plane, you can change the specific coordinates of the portal at any time, depending on your needs and safety. Of course, if you have other requirements, you can also give the coordinates to someone you know; it's all up to you."

Jemin took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

This means that an entire, genuine dimension has truly fallen into their hands.

"Due to its harsh environment, this plane is mainly inhabited by fire-elemental creatures, heat-resistant magical beasts, and a few demons born deep within volcanoes. They are numerous, powerful, and extremely aggressive. You need to be well-prepared," Mentor Clark warned.

“I understand, mentor. I will be careful.” Jemin nodded.

"Also, if you need it, the workshop can help you contact a logistics and construction team composed of low-level wizards. They can be responsible for the initial development of the plane and resource collection. The specific permissions have been sent to your magic network terminal, and you can make the arrangements yourself," Instructor Clark continued. "Do you have any other questions?"

“That’s all, mentor. Thank you so much for your and the workshop’s support!” Jemin sincerely expressed his gratitude to Mentor Clark.

Mentor Clark nodded almost imperceptibly: "Go. The path of a wizard lies in exploration and practice. Good luck."

"Yes!"

Without lingering, Jemin stood up hastily, bowed to his mentor Clark again, and hurriedly left the office.

(End of this chapter)