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

Chapter 200 Changes and Communication (A long chapter of 5,000 words)
Clark quickly changed the subject, bringing the focus back to the main issue.

His expression turned serious, and his voice deepened.

"You can handle things with Jemin. Getting back to the main point, I'm calling to tell you that the reinforcement request from Augustine has been approved."

Master Clark's expression was solemn: "The border point has just passed the approval process and agreed to provide 30,000 wizards to the Frostfire Plane as support."

"Has there been any reinforcements?"

Upon hearing this, Viola's expression didn't relax; instead, it became serious: "This is troublesome..."

“Yes, it will probably be very dangerous for you there for a long time to come.” Master Clark’s tone became more somber as he said this.

There are only a few ways to send wizards to other planes on a large scale, and two years is too short a time for this camp to establish a hidden and permanent teleportation device.

Therefore, the best approach right now is to have the "ship" plane return to the intersection and bring these supporting wizards back to the battlefield.

“This is really troublesome. It seems that Augustine is the only sixth-level wizard in the expedition team, which means that only he can pilot the plane.” Viola couldn’t help but shake her head.

“If he does that…” Clark’s voice was clear and organized, “For a long time to come, the highest combat force in this Flame Frost Plane War will be completely removed from the battlefield.”

This means that during the time Augustine returns, the wizarding legions on the Frost Plane will lose their supreme leader and their most powerful suppressive force.

"Moreover..." Master Clark's tone was somewhat solemn, "because without the ship plane as a transit and support, the communication link between you and the higher-ups of the main plane will become extremely fragile, and even normal communication may not be possible."

"Even if the ship dimension is gone, the wizards on the Frost Fiery Plane will lose their only way out!"

A ship's docking station is not just a means of transportation; it is also a mobile energy hub and communication relay station.

Without this ship, all the wizards would be trapped in this alternate dimension, losing the possibility of returning to the main dimension or requesting reinforcements.

This means they will be fighting alone!
"Based on the chaotic time flow between the two planes, once the ship plane separates, the round trip will take enough time for the Frostfire Plane to survive for ten years. Viola, you and Jemin must be careful," Clark warned his student with a sigh.

“Understood, Master,” Viola replied calmly. “However, Master, aren’t you going to let us leave with the ‘ship’?”

Clark looked at her expressionlessly: "Would you let such a good opportunity slip by?"

After a moment of silence, Viola suddenly broke into a bright smile: "It's rare to see so many wizards in such a desperate and painful state, of course I can't miss it!"

Clark didn't say much about her answer, but shook his head as expected: "Your character is still as bad as ever... Never mind, I can't get in touch with that kid Jemin. When he gets back, remember to tell him about this."

The communication was immediately cut off.

The light screen went out, and the office fell silent once again.

Viola didn't immediately go into a resting state; she lay on the soft sofa, thinking about what was to come.

But not long after, she couldn't help but sit up abruptly.

Her slender, tall body leaned slightly forward, her face showing an undisguised rapture, her gaze fixed intently on the laboratory doorway.

Just now, she felt a sensation that stirred her heart not far away.

Viola recognized this feeling; she knew it meant her genius junior brother had returned.

A short while later, accompanied by two soft, rhythmic knocks, a figure appeared at the laboratory door.

He looked the same as usual, though he had a slight, barely perceptible fatigue, but there seemed to be nothing unusual about him.

It was Jemin!

Viola's lips finally broke into a perfect and satisfied smile.

……

……

Upon seeing the magnificent yet chilling "Sea of ​​Malevolent Energy," Jemin decisively and quickly flew away.

He pushed his speed to the limit, and runes lit up around him, counteracting the terrifying pressure from the depths of the earth.

As he flew rapidly upwards, Jemin did not forget the "entrance" he had created.

With his fingertips circulating spiritual energy, he used alchemy to alter the shape of the surrounding strata.

The huge pit that he had brutally blasted open was now, at his will, beginning to visibly "knead" and "close".

The earth itself has the concept of "bearing capacity." Thick rock layers and permafrost, with their inherent inertia and toughness, can withstand unimaginable pressure.

In theory, a sufficiently thick layer of soil can serve as the ultimate seal, completely covering everything below.

However, just as fast and exhilarating the previous bombing and excavation was, the process of "kneading" all the torn rock layers and soil back together is now incredibly painful!
This is not only a huge drain on mental energy, but also an extreme test of mental strength.

Jemin had never realized that twisting rocks could be so difficult.

Once the project reached a certain scale, he needed to calculate the weight and structure of each rock, sense the tremors of the earth's veins, and repair this huge pit, hundreds of meters in diameter and hundreds of kilometers deep, bit by bit from the inside out, until it was completely closed!

"hiss……"

A sharp pain shot through Jemin's brain.

He felt his mental energy being squeezed to its limit again and again, like a sponge being wrung out.

Whenever his mental energy was about to run out, he would not hesitate to swallow a potion to restore his mental energy, and then throw himself back into the massive repair project.

Finally, after Jemin had exhausted his mental energy several times, the "restoration" project was nearing its end.

As he unleashed his final round of alchemy, the frozen land beneath his feet silently and completely returned to its original state.

The earth was as if it had never been torn apart; there was no trace left of the bombing.

But Ke Jieming knew that was just a facade.

Below was a sea of ​​malevolent energy, powerful enough to kill even a high-ranking wizard.

He stood on the repaired ground and exhaled a long breath.

Then, after thinking for a moment, and still feeling a little uneasy, he took out several high-quality energy crystals from his internal space and ground them up.

Using this as a foundation, Jemin exhausted all the true energy within his body and created a spell specifically for stabilizing the evil energy.

"Go!" He unleashed the spell that exhausted all his true energy at the "mark" he had just covered up.

The spell penetrated the earth, like an invisible nail, completely "pinning" that area in place.

Jemin knew that such a single spell was simply not enough to contain the overall changes in that unfathomable "Sea of ​​Evil Qi".

But this was combined with the thick layer of earth he had created to seal the cave, as well as the seal he had initially released at the cave entrance.

At least it can temporarily calm the yin energy in this small area and prevent it from spreading out of here.

As for the Yin energy erupting elsewhere, that doesn't matter.

After all, as long as the incident didn't occur in his own area and expose his unauthorized exploration, there wouldn't be a problem.

Even if the wizard legion is abnormal, it has nothing to do with him.

After cleaning up all the mess, Jemin calmed himself down.

He then returned to the relatively safe outpost he had been in before, as if nothing had happened.

There, he briefly checked the mission log, and then used the teleportation array inside the outpost to return to the wizard's main camp.

Stepping out of the teleportation array, a familiar flow of chaotic energy rushed towards me, a stark contrast to the icy chill of the Frost Dark Realm.

When Jemin arrived at his dormitory, he took out his magic network terminal and discovered a communication request that had failed to connect due to insufficient signal. He clicked on it and found that the request was from his mentor, Clark.

“Uh…” Jemin scratched his head.

He had turned off his terminal in the Frost Dark Realm for secrecy, but he never expected someone to contact him.

He thought for a moment, and if his advisor couldn't reach him, he would probably contact his senior, Viola.

Cross-dimensional communication in other dimensions requires the use of the camp's own communication system, and this thing is often... very expensive!
Instead of trying to contact them back at a high price, it would be better to go directly to Viola's lab and take a look.

Anyway, he wiped out the entire Yeti city and obtained some intelligence, so he could exchange information with them.

Having made up his mind, Jemin turned around and headed towards Viola's laboratory, located on the top floor of the core area of ​​the camp.

Arriving at the laboratory door, Jemin gently knocked.

The door slid open silently, revealing a clean and spacious interior.

Viola sat in her armchair, holding a glass of dark blue liquid, her posture as perfect as ever.

She looked up at Jemin, whose icy blue eyes were deep and calm, as if they could see through everything.

However, the moment Jieming met her gaze, he still subconsciously felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Even though he had seen countless grand occasions, he always felt there was something else in the depths of this senior's eyes—it wasn't normal concern, nor was it simple appreciation.

It's somewhat like biologists observing rare experimental subjects with special abilities that are in a critical growth stage.

This feeling of being scrutinized made every cell in his body subtly resist.

"You were so eager to find me as soon as you got back. It seems you've had quite a 'harvest' in the Frost Dark Realm." Viola's voice was gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible amusement.

"Senior, you're joking." Jemin sighed inwardly and forced a tired smile. "I just saw that my mentor had messaged me, but the signal was too bad in the Frost Dark Realm, so I couldn't get through. I thought that since my mentor was looking for me, he might also contact you."

“Professor Clark did contact me.” Viola nodded, put down her cup, and gestured for Jemin to sit down. “He asked about your recent situation and also mentioned some important changes in the plane recently.”

The two then began exchanging information about their mentor, Clark.

“This situation is indeed somewhat worrying.” Jemin frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness.

"The fact that both sides are acting simultaneously, and that such a large-scale evacuation of high-level combat power, makes it obvious that there must be some operation behind it. But if the high-end combat power and escape route leave now, even if we can suppress the opponent in terms of combat power, it is still very risky."

"Lord Augustine should already know about what happened in the Frostfire Plane. Making this choice now is really... somewhat inappropriate."

When Jemin said this, he paused slightly and finally chose a more tactful way of putting it. He actually wanted to say that this guy was probably a idiot.

In any case, from Jieming's perspective, even choosing the most passive approach—maintaining the status quo until the opponent makes a move—is more appropriate than hastily leaving to call for reinforcements... At least get through this round of attacks first!

Viola, however, remained surprisingly calm, with a strange "excitement" on her face:
“Since Mentor Clark has already sent the message, the matter of going back to mobilize troops should be confirmed. However, you shouldn’t be so resentful. The level of understanding and information that high-level wizards have is completely different from ours. Seemingly strange actions may have other reasons behind them.”

After hearing this, Jemin thought about it carefully and shook his head regretfully.

Based on the intelligence and information he currently possesses, he truly cannot think of any good reason to do so.

At most, he could only think that Augustine might be luring the enemy in deep, using the wizards in the camp as bait to attract the creatures of the Frost Plane to launch a general attack.

Even so, there are still major flaws, the most important being the chaotic flow of time.

The chaotic time flow in the outer layer of the Frost Plane is far beyond normal; even a delay of just one second could mean skipping several days.

However, after Viola's reminder, Jemin finally understood.

Few of those who can become high-ranking wizards are fools; Augustine must have his own reasons.

"Sigh... I hope this wizard isn't too ruthless, otherwise the wizards who remain here will be in great danger."

“A crisis, of course, is a crisis. But for us, it also means opportunity.” Viola gently stroked her fair chin, her gaze piercing through the window, as if she could see the blood-red future of the Frostfire Plane.

"You're right, the battles to come will definitely be much more brutal than before," she said softly, without a trace of worry in her voice, but rather with a hint of eagerness.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses: "However, the danger is relatively controllable, since all three deputy commanders will stay this time."

Upon hearing this, Jemin's unease lessened somewhat.

Three level-five wizards working together are indeed enough to handle most crises.

“However, I am somewhat surprised.” Viola’s gaze turned to Jemin again, with a hint of playful inquiry. “Having heard about this strategic change that concerns the overall situation, and knowing that Master Augustine is about to be transferred from the ship dimension, don’t you plan to leave with the ship dimension? This should be the best way to avoid getting into danger.”

Jemin glanced at her but didn't answer directly: "There are many reasons why I don't leave. But your reason for not going back is simple and clear."

Jemin spoke calmly, but his words were sharp as a knife, mercilessly exposing Viola's true nature: "You're planning to stay and witness firsthand the pain those wizards will feel in the face of the impending, infinitely brutal battle, aren't you?"

Viola's smile, however, did not falter at all; instead, it became even brighter.

"Hehe..." Viola chuckled softly, her laughter like the clash of ice crystals, crisp yet carrying a hint of chill.

"You saw right through me, junior. That's right, that's exactly it." She made no attempt to hide her true intentions, even displaying a hint of pride.

"That extreme bloodshed, those wizards struggling to survive in dire straits, in extreme despair and pain, the 'sparks' that can erupt from the depths of their souls... This is one of the 'works of art' that I most want to appreciate in my life."

Seeing Viola's undisguised, even proud, morbid condition, Jemin couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"I'm starting to doubt your motives when we first met..."

"Oh dear? We've been discovered?" Viola's silver-gray eyes gleamed with an indescribable light.

"Really?" Jemin's face twitched.

Viola tilted her head: "Of course it's true. I knew you and those two kids weren't on the same side after you took out that potion, so I started thinking of helping you..."

Jemin felt like he understood this person's thought process and couldn't help but cover his face.
"So...did you want to see Amy and the others realize their shortcomings and break up with me on their own initiative, and feel the pain they felt?"

"You're very smart!"

Jemin shook his head, a genuine sense of helplessness in his eyes.

"Senior, your personality... is just too awful," he commented.

However, Viola was not ashamed when she heard Jemin's evaluation; on the contrary, she was proud!

She even rose slightly, as if displaying a priceless treasure, her voice filled with deep pride: "It is my honor."

Jemin shook his head and didn't say anything more.

He knew that arguing about good and evil with such a person was pointless.

After all, no matter how much this senior student enjoyed watching suffering, in essence, she had never truly harmed the interests of other wizards.

In a sense, Viola was quite kind to him.

In this situation, Jemin had neither the right nor the standing to interfere with Viola's personal quirks or say anything more.

Or rather, the conflicted feeling that anyone who knows her true nature reveals is the kind of pain they want to see...

"Thank you for letting me know, senior. I have some things to take care of, so I'll take my leave now."

Jemin stood up, nodded slightly to Viola, and then left her laboratory.

I can't afford to mess with them, goodbye!

The metal door behind her closed silently, shutting out Viola's sickly satisfied smile.

(End of this chapter)