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

Chapter 206 Mission and Combat

When Jemin slowly awoke from his deep coma, his vision was still somewhat blurry.

He felt his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and the whole world was swaying in a hazy light and shadow.

In a daze, he vaguely sensed a blurry figure beside him, seemingly guarding him silently all along.

"You're awake." A gentle, soothing female voice softly whispered in his ear, "Is there anything else wrong with your body?"

The voice was full of concern, which made Jemin's nerves, which were tense due to his serious injury, relax a little.

However, it was at this moment that his blurred vision finally refocused and became clear.

What followed was an unbelievable sense of bewilderment.

Because he discovered that the person standing beside him, protecting him, was not a gentle female healer at all, but an automaton made entirely of a liquid metal-like silvery-white substance, with blue energy shimmering at its joints.

The gentle female voice came from the vocal apparatus inside the doll's chest cavity.

"!!!"

The stark contrast, like a blow to the head, instantly shattered all of Jemin's daze!

He immediately regained consciousness and sprang up from the soft hospital bed!

His body's instincts instantly put him into a state of combat alert, but then he realized that the puppet had no hostility and was just standing quietly to the side.

He quickly assessed his physical condition.

Both his spiritual power and true essence within his body were now fully replenished and perfected.

The severe injury that felt like being torn apart had completely disappeared, and his physical condition was even better than before he was injured!
It seems that the camp used some pretty good potions to treat him while he was unconscious.

“No, something’s not right…” Jemin frowned slightly. He keenly sensed that his body was undergoing some special and deeper changes.

This change did not originate from a magic potion, but from the very essence of his body.

After a moment's thought, he deduced that this was most likely a "body tempering technique," which allowed his body to further adapt instinctively to the extreme weakness and backlash damage after transforming into light.

"Adaptive evolution?"

A flash of understanding crossed Jemin's eyes.

In other words, the next time he faces the same type of weakness and injury, his body will be more adaptable, recover faster, and suffer less damage!
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Body cultivation truly lives up to its reputation as a method specifically designed for attack and conquest in the world of cultivation!
Its core essence lies in seeking ultimate power through constant destruction and reconstruction.

It can be said that every injury, as long as it does not result in immediate death, will give the body a valuable opportunity for "adaptive evolution"!
As body cultivators experience more and more diverse injuries, their physical resistance becomes increasingly extraordinary.

The same fatal blow might be fatal to an ordinary cultivator, but for a high-level body cultivator, it might only result in a minor injury that doesn't even require recovery.

"That's good too." Jemin clenched his fist, feeling the more solid and resilient power within him. "Next time I encounter something similar, I'll be able to fight back more. At least, I won't faint on the spot after turning into light."

After marveling at the miraculous changes in his body, Jemin turned his gaze to the silver doll beside him.

"How is the situation at the camp now? How long have I been unconscious?" he asked in a deep voice, his tone tinged with urgency.

The silver doll, still using that gentle female voice, carefully answered Jemin's question:
"Greetings, Wizard Jemin. You were only unconscious for less than half a day. Thanks to the crucial intelligence you provided, our second-layer defense node has clearly detected the movements of the Lava Giant and Yeti combined forces."

"Therefore, the command center has made the corresponding arrangements. Most of the combat wizards have already gone to the third layer of defense nodes to provide support and set up defenses."

"In addition, you have received a mandatory mission from the camp. Master Roland (another level 5 wizard) instructed that if you wake up, please go to your laboratory as soon as possible and immediately begin manufacturing bio-beasts to provide cannon fodder support for the front lines!"

"Understood." Jemin nodded.

The situation was better than he had initially expected.

Now that his body had fully recovered, Jemin didn't plan to rest any longer.

With a deft step off the hospital bed, Jemin left the temporary ward and quickly returned to his laboratory.

When the laboratory door opened, the scene before him startled him slightly.

His once spacious laboratory now had a mountain of materials piled up inside.

These materials are diverse, with only a small portion being flesh and blood tissue that exudes a bloody smell. The majority are energy cores resembling lava giants, still radiating residual heat, as well as various high-energy crystals.

In addition, a steady stream of materials is emerging from the nearby teleportation array.

Considering that Jemin's main research focused on lava giants, the task assigned to him by the camp command was to provide cannon fodder to support the front lines in the direction of the Flame Sun Realm.

"Time is of the essence..." Jemin took a deep breath, without uttering any unnecessary words.

He quickly organized the materials, categorized them, and then buried himself in the laboratory, immersing himself in a frenzy of creation.

…… ……

Another half month passed.

In the laboratory, Jemin stood in front of a row of neatly arranged creations, a satisfied look on his face.

Before him stood a row of bio-beasts that looked like enlarged versions of lava giants, but with even more ferocious and terrifying forms.

Their basic form retains the solidity and power of the lava giants, but the details have been devilishly modified by Jemin.

Some have several heads that can breathe fire of different attributes, while others have six or even eight thick arms, the ends of which are sharp bone blades or heavy hammers.

Inside them, there was no longer just magma, but a more explosive and corrosive alchemical molten liquid prepared by Jemin!

“Go, my children.” Jemin nodded in satisfaction and activated the space teleportation device next to the laboratory.

These killing machines, which he had meticulously created, were precisely teleported to the designated supply distribution point on the front line amidst a spatial fluctuation.

After doing all this, Jemin glanced at the empty laboratory.

The stored materials had been exhausted, and to his dismay, the camp seemed to be no longer providing new materials.

Instead, a new mandatory mission from the command center popped up on his magic network terminal!

[Command: All wizards, immediately leave the core area of ​​the camp and proceed to your designated defensive nodes to assist in the battle!]

This task requirement has an indescribable eeriness about it.

Abandon the fortified fortress and take the initiative to leave the city to meet the enemy?

In any military strategy, this would be considered suicidal.

Surprisingly, when the order was given, the wizards in the entire camp remained unusually calm, without any disturbance or questioning.

After all, from the moment Master Augustine forcibly piloted the ship plane away from the Frostfire Plane...

All the wizards knew that the higher-ups had other plans in mind.

Those who were left behind were both the garrison and, perhaps more accurately,... bait.

However, when they signed up to participate in this interdimensional war, the wizards also signed a related contract.

It is clearly stipulated that no wizard may desert his post unless permitted by the top-ranking level 5 wizards or level 6 wizards.

Fortunately, this contract also imposes restrictions on the commander himself.

When arranging combat missions, commanders must take into account the overall skill level and survival rate of the wizards to ensure that mission losses are kept within a certain range.

Therefore, no matter what earth-shattering plans Augustine the wizard has, unless he completely fails due to insufficient information, everyone will be assigned tasks within their capabilities.

It may be dangerous, but it is by no means a certain death.

Jemin shared the same attitude.

He casually shut down the magic network terminal, thought for a moment, and then disassembled the auxiliary equipment he had made in the laboratory over the past few days while creating the bio-beasts, stuffing them into his space expansion bag.

Then, without looking back, Jemin walked out of the laboratory.

Upon arriving at the outside of the camp, they discovered solemn-looking wizards leaving the core fortress from various directions.

Like streams flowing into the sea, they converge on the numerous protective nodes scattered around them.

Meanwhile, behind these wizards followed a large number of bizarre and strange bio-beasts.

There were multi-headed, multi-armed lava behemoths like those created by Jemin, as well as terrifying creations made by other wizards, such as metal spiders, skeletal dragons, or rotting flesh stitched monsters.

An alliance of wizards and monsters is rapidly taking shape.

Jemin checked his terminal and found that he had been assigned to the side closer to the Blazing Sun Realm.

It seems that the three level-five wizards in charge of the overall command were aware of the situation and did not make arbitrary arrangements.

Following the terminal's guidance, Jemin quickly located the node he needed to guard.

There were already more than a dozen wizards inside the node. When they saw Jemin arrive, the wizards reacted calmly, glancing at him before going about their own business.

Soon, an emergency alarm pierced the sky and spread throughout the heavens, causing all the wizards to stop in their tracks.

While installing equipment, Jemin suddenly looked up and cast his gaze toward the far end of the sky.

There, an impenetrable torrent of elements, constructed of flames and magma, surged forth from the horizon!

From a distance, it looked not like an army, but a moving, burning continent!
(End of this chapter)