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

Chapter 217 Return and Accident

Time always flies when a wizard is immersed in research and work.

Before we knew it, fifty years had passed in the blink of an eye.

After a magnificent interdimensional war, and the subsequent tedious and complex development and organization, the early development of the Frostfire Dimension has finally come to an end.

And Jemin is also preparing to return.

Standing in the bustling temporary airport of the Frost Plane, Jemin gazed at the Frost Plane Core, which was bound by countless rune chains yet still exuded a chilling aura, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

He never expected that what started as a simple interdimensional conquest mission would end up taking him so long in another dimension.

All of this was mainly caused by that living Frost dimension.

Its unique life form, as well as the shattered continent it left behind after its defeat, brought enormous trouble to the later statistical work and resource organization, costing the wizards countless hours and manpower.

Because of his demanding work, for the past fifty years, Jemin has spent either conducting ecological surveys on broken floating islands or analyzing and organizing data in makeshift laboratories.

There wasn't even a real sense that "fifty years have passed," as if this long period of time had just passed in a blur.

However, the reason he chose to return at this time was for a crucial reason—he was preparing to advance to the level of a second-level wizard!

Over the years, in addition to his demanding work, Jemin has never stopped his meditation and spiritual practice.

His spiritual power had already completely filled the "Ring of Truth," reaching the standard for advancement!

He can be promoted at any time, as long as he is willing.

In addition, Augustine attracted more and more wizards from various planes by using the huge "magnet" of the living plane, including many high-ranking wizards who brought their students and assistants.

The Frostfire Plane was bustling with activity, and Jemin collected a considerable amount of "Mortal Qi" as a result.

However, in the last ten years or so, as the development of the Frostfire Plane has gradually gotten on track, this interdimensional war has come to a complete end.

Many wizards gradually withdrew from the state of "war" and returned to "normal".

For the wizard civilization, which is an anomaly, this means that the wizards have returned from "normal society" to "abnormality".

Therefore, the amount of worldly energy that Jieming could collect was decreasing.

However, his accumulated wealth over the past few decades has been enough for him to produce enough "Red Dust Elixir" to pay off all his remaining debts.

This can be considered as putting his mind at ease.

Before leaving, Jemin made a special trip to the temporary research center located in the core area of ​​the Frost Plane, which was led by his mentor, Clark.

He planned to say goodbye to his mentor and senior student Viola before leaving.

Inside the temporary research center, various strange runic instruments hummed, and the air was filled with the unique aura of coldness and scorching heat that came after the surface material of the Frost Plane collapsed.

When Jemin found his mentor Clark, Clark was recording data on a writhing, dark red piece of meat.

His robes were covered in unidentified stains, still the classic look that could turn a "wizard" into a "vagrant."

“Mentor,” Jemin greeted him.

Professor Clark looked up and saw it was Jemin. A glimmer of light appeared in his cloudy eyes: "Oh, it's Jemin. Leaving already?"

"Yes, the fighting here is over, and we're preparing to return to Erosia for a period of rest," Jemin said respectfully.

Just then, a weak voice came from the side: "Take care, junior... Remember to send me some potions when you get back to the academy, preferably the kind that can refresh you and fight fatigue. I feel like I'm being drained dry by this damn data..."

Jemin turned his head and saw that Senior Viola was almost embedded in the huge light screen, with obvious dark circles under her eyes, looking like her body had been hollowed out.

Even with the dazzling title of a sixth-level wizard, he still exudes a strong "cow and horse" aura at this moment.

"Okay, senior, I'll definitely do it next time," Jemin replied, suppressing a laugh.

Clark, the mentor, gave Viola a disdainful look: "Useless! Complaining about this little bit of work?! Also, you're too slow. Don't even think about resting until you finish running this data today!"

"You might as well just say I can't rest for the whole week!" Viola complained weakly.

Clark ignored the man who was now like a salted fish and turned back to Jemin. His tone softened considerably, and he even patted Jemin on the shoulder: "Alright, go back and rest well. You're almost ready to advance. I look forward to seeing you advance to level two when I get back."

He paused, then said casually, "As for me, I'll probably be stuck here for the next few decades or even centuries. The mysteries of this living plane will keep me pondering for a long time, so I won't be able to go back to the academy anytime soon."

“So,” he glanced at Jemin, “don’t worry about the debt you owe me. Take your time. Anyway, that large level-seven elemental pool won’t be completed anytime soon. You can settle the debt with interest once I finish my research and return to the academy. For now, focus on improving yourself; everything else is secondary.” Jemin felt a warmth in his heart.

How could he not understand the unspoken meaning in his mentor's words?
Mentor Clark was clearly worried that the unexpected events in this interdimensional war might have resulted in insufficient "raw materials" to refine the "Red Dust Elixir," but he couldn't say it outright, so he found a roundabout reason to give him an extremely lenient buffer period.

This means that if he doesn't gain enough this time, he can use this precious time to venture into other dimensions, accumulate enough resources, and then come back to "pay back his debts."

Jemin silently remembered this thoughtful care.

He didn't feign sentimentality to point it out; instead, he composed himself and solemnly bowed deeply to his mentor, Clark.

"I'm leaving now. Please take good care of yourselves and your senior classmates."

"Alright, alright, get lost and don't delay my research!" Professor Clark waved his hand impatiently and turned back to fiddling with the wriggling piece of meat.

Jemin straightened up and said to Viola, who was still "struggling" in the light screen, "Senior, I'm leaving."

"Mmm... Have a safe trip... Remember my potion..." A muffled response came from the light screen.

Jemin smiled, no longer hesitated, turned around and stepped onto the path leading to the teleportation array, leaving the Frostfire Plane that had held his fifty years of life.

With a flash of light, Jemin first used the interdimensional teleportation array that had been set up in the Frost Plane to return to the border point, a strategic location in the void established by Norn Workshop and two other wizarding forces.

He didn't stop and went straight to the management hall at the intersection.

There, he sold off all sorts of unimportant but vast amounts of materials he had collected over the past fifty years in the Frostfire Plane—such as high-purity ice and fire energy crystals, various peculiar biological materials, and even all the body materials of the level four lava giant he had "picked up," except for its core—in exchange for military merits, the common currency among wizarding factions.

After some final calculations, Jieming concluded that, excluding the corpse of the level-four lava giant, the various resources he had painstakingly collected over the past fifty years would only fetch a few hundred thousand military merits.

Including the income he earned from completing various missions over the past fifty years, the total amount of military merits he earned was only a little over 200,000.

This number is quite good for a first-level wizard, and could even be described as "getting rich overnight"!
But after thinking about it, Jemin realized that this number was not as much as he had made when he sneaked into the Yeti's city to "pick up bargains" while the high-ranking Yetis were away.

Jemin once again confirmed a truth in his heart—indeed, in wizarding civilization, intelligence and knowledge are the most valuable things.

Pure manual labor, even at the risk of one's life, yields limited benefits.

Only by mastering information asymmetry and core technologies can one achieve a leap in wealth.

After dealing with all the clutter, Jemin felt relieved and boarded the teleportation array leading from the boundary point to the Erosian plane.

A dazzling light enveloped him, space began to distort, and a familiar feeling of weightlessness washed over him.

In his mind, Jemin silently considered the things he needed to deal with immediately after returning to his lab.

First, we need to organize all the materials and knowledge required for the promotion to Level 2 Wizard.

Secondly, using the collected mortal energy, they began to refine the "Mortal Elixir".

Finally, I need to organize all the gains from this trip to the Frostfire Plane and transform that valuable knowledge into my own foundation...

However, just as he was immersed in planning for the future, he suddenly discovered that the teleportation light surrounding him was becoming violently unstable!

The once stable and brilliant light now flickered wildly, like a light bulb with a faulty connection.

The location of spatial coordinates also became chaotic in an instant!

"What's going on?!" Jemin was startled, a sense of crisis instantly welling up in his heart.

Before he could react, an incredibly powerful and irresistible repulsive force suddenly surged from the chaotic spatial turbulence!

Immediately, Jemin was like a pebble launched from a slingshot, forcefully "sprung" out of the teleportation tunnel!

Everything went black before his eyes, and he felt both weightless and tearing at the same time. He almost lost consciousness.

After being "bounced" out by that chaotic and violent spatial force, Jemin tumbled several times in mid-air before finally stabilizing himself thanks to his strong physique and exquisite control over energy.

He hovered in mid-air, surrounded by unfamiliar mountains and forests, the air filled with the faint, unique elemental fragrance of the Erosian plane.

"Damn it! How could the main teleportation array at the border point malfunction at this level?" Jemin frowned, a hint of displeasure rising in his heart.

This level of transmission incident is sufficient to be recorded as a Level 3 security incident.

(End of this chapter)