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

Chapter 219 Changes in the Territory

Through "interrogation" of Otto—actually a combination of Jemin's unilateral intimidation and Otto's trembling confession—Jermin also roughly learned what had happened in his territory over the past fifty years.

The process was actually pretty much as he had imagined.

Because he had been gone for so long, far exceeding the length of a mortal's life, many of his first servants believed that their "god-like" master had perished in some unknown world.

The second and third generations that followed never witnessed the terror and greatness of wizards and related beings.

The reverence for the legends about the "master" passed down from our ancestors has gradually faded.

Over time, the human race automatically formed a new social order in this semi-closed territory.

After Otto finished explaining the basic situation, he disregarded any semblance of a "king," climbed down from the throne, and knelt down to kowtow heavily.

His forehead was pressed against the cold stone slab, and his body trembled violently with fear.

In an almost pleading tone, he defended himself, saying:
“Great master! I… at first, I truly just honestly managed the human race according to your requirements! But later… later the population grew so much that the food you left behind was simply not enough…”

"I... I was forced into this situation, so I had no choice but to risk taking some people out into the forest to find edible plant seeds and have others cultivate them..."

"Over time... those newly born humans, because of the bounty of food, made me... they made me... their king..."

"Master, please believe me! I have never had the thought of betraying you! Please... please forgive my sins!"

On the other side, the soldiers who had just rushed into the hall after finally recovering from Jemin's oppressive aura were dumbfounded to see their once majestic king kneeling on the ground like a lowly worm.

My mind went blank; I couldn't comprehend what was happening before my eyes.

Jemin remained noncommittal about Otto's answer.

He knew perfectly well that this guy was definitely hiding some of his own ulterior motives, such as enjoying the thrill of power and tacitly allowing his descendants to forget his existence.

However, judging from the faint sense of the contract deep within his soul, what the other party said was not entirely deceiving him.

Moreover, judging from the results, the other party did quite well.

After all, Jemin originally only planned to "go on a business trip" for more than ten years, accumulate enough worldly experience, and then come back.

Before he left, he prepared all the resources and follow-up arrangements according to the standards of twenty years ago.

Who could have imagined that we would encounter such an unexpected event as the "living dimension"? This busy period has lasted for more than fifty years.

This area is considered Jemin's private property.

Without his permission, no other wizard would dare to casually enter another wizard's territory to investigate.

This also resulted in the fact that only the most primitive natural development could take place in Jemin's territory.

Moreover, when Jemin took in these people, his plan was to have them undergo multiple rounds of genetic and soul-modification screenings as soon as possible, so that they could become "qualified" humans in the wizarding world.

Therefore, Jemin did not sign the kind of "racial contract" that covered the entire tribe, but only signed personal servant contracts with the first generation at that time.

Given the long time elapsed and the lack of a bloodline contract to suppress it, it's normal for the offspring to exhibit such changes.

However, two questions remained in Jemin's mind.

He bypassed Otto's humble explanation and asked directly, "What's the situation with the elves and dwarves? Why did the battle occur? I can understand that humans have short lifespans, reproduce quickly, and their offspring are not bound by contracts."

"But the elves and dwarves have very long lifespans. The very first generation shouldn't have died much, right? What happened to them?"

When the topic of elves and dwarves came up, Otto's aged face showed a blank expression, as if he knew very little about them.

He cautiously raised his head and began to explain:
"Reporting to Master... I am not clear about the specific circumstances at that time. I only know that about twenty years ago, the Elf and Dwarf races, who were in charge of managing the core of the Golden Garden, suddenly announced that our human population had grown too large and consumed too many resources, so they could no longer provide us with enough food."

"I had no choice but to bring most of the surplus population out to cultivate the land and make a living."

"But unexpectedly... not long after we came out, the elves and dwarves suddenly closed the Golden Garden, completely locking us out!"

"Later... the dwarves and elves, for some unknown reason, fell out and a fierce conflict broke out. Then, the dwarves, along with their tribe and a core 'material converter,' forcibly left the Golden Garden and established a stronghold in the mountains on the other side."

"Since then, the conflicts between the three races have deepened and friction has been constant, and now... it has become like this."

After listening, Jemin nodded expressionlessly.

He already had a rough idea in his mind; it seemed the problem lay inside the Golden Garden.

“Get up and follow me,” Jemin commanded Otto.

Then, ignoring the stunned soldiers in the hall, he leaped out of the castle and flew at high speed towards his golden garden.

Although Otto was old, he was still a level two legendary warrior and could walk on air by his own strength.

Knowing that Jemin probably wouldn't kill him again, he breathed a slight sigh of relief and immediately used the little power he had left to fly up and closely follow behind Jemin.

Soon, the golden garden built around his mansion came into view before Jemin.

However, the sight before him made him sneer.

The entire garden was completely covered by several huge, emerald-green barriers!
Above the barrier, natural energy flowed slowly, radiating a powerful repulsive force.

Behind the barrier, a group of elves, each wielding a magic wand made of bright flowers, stood guard, ready for action.

They were dressed in armor woven from vines, their faces showing vigilance and hostility, clearly regarding Jemin and Otto as intruders.

Jemin remained indifferent to the hostility of these people.

He didn't ask the other party to open the barrier, but instead raised his hand on his own.

Over the years, although Jemin did not level up, he never stopped accumulating knowledge during his fifty years in the Frostfire Plane.

Especially in the later stages, due to the lack of assistants, the high-ranking wizards had to issue tasks directly in the camps, asking the logistics wizards to help process the massive amounts of data and theories they had recorded while researching the living plane.

Through the tedious data processing, Jemin gained a deeper understanding of his own knowledge, and the advanced knowledge he learned from it benefited him greatly.

According to his mentor Clark, Jemin is now truly resembling a "wizard," no longer the "apprentice" who only solves problems through powerful mental strength and violence.

If it were Jemin from fifty years ago, facing these layers of powerful natural energy barriers, he might have needed a massive energy blast to forcefully break through them. But now…

He only needs to use the most basic "analysis".

Jemin extended his index finger and gently pressed it against the emerald green barrier.

Om-!
An invisible wave of spiritual energy spread out instantly from his fingertips.

The barrier before him was quickly dissected with the aid of his powerful mental strength and analytical techniques.

Its complex energy structure, flow circuits, and energy nodes were instantly analyzed clearly.

He then mobilized his mental energy, like the most exquisite scalpel, and easily pried open several of the weakest energy nodes.

To the utter astonishment of the elves, the green barrier beneath Jemin's grasp crumbled like a fragile, burnt biscuit with a slight exertion of his hand—

Click! Click! Click!

Several crisp cracking sounds rang out in succession. The powerful defensive barrier, which had been stacked one after another, was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks, and then shattered with a bang, turning into countless green light spots that dissipated into the air.

Behind the barrier, the dozen or so elven guards were about to raise their wands in resistance when suddenly, an urgent voice came from behind them:

"Stop! No disrespecting the master!"

A sprite rushed out from the depths of the garden, shouting orders to the guards as he ran.

When he saw Jemin's familiar yet terrifying face, the elf's face instantly drained of all color.

Without any hesitation, he immediately knelt down and respectfully performed the most noble etiquette of the Elven race before Jemin.

"Great master! Please forgive me!"

Jemin also recognized the elf that had arrived from behind.

He was quite familiar with this elf; it was the one named "Elwin," who was in charge of managing the elven race among the three administrators he had originally assigned.

Alvin was extremely respectful, burying his head deep in the grass, not daring to look at Jemin's face.

However, the young elves beside him, whom he had forcibly ordered to kneel, clearly did not think so.

Although they knelt down under Erwin's authority, their movements appeared stiff and perfunctory.

Even Jemin could clearly see that one of the leading elves had obvious defiance and contempt on his face.

Moreover, judging from Elwin's position when he arrived, the elf with a defiant expression on his face should be the leader of this elf guard squad.

(End of this chapter)