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

Chapter 261 Jealousy
Thanks to the terrifying firepower network constructed by the "Great Light Phase," Jemin finally managed to stabilize the precarious battle situation and gain a brief respite.

He immediately diverted some of his attention to quickly scan the entire battlefield.

His gaze first fell upon the sky.

There, what should have been a battle of overwhelming superiority turned into a strange stalemate.

The heavily injured level four wizard and level three wizard Levin Mills were locked in a fierce battle, their energies surging and the shockwaves distorting the surrounding space. At first glance, it seemed as if the sky itself was about to collapse during their battle.

However, after observing for only a few seconds, Jemin frowned slightly.

"...so weak."

This is the most direct and objective evaluation in his mind.

This is not arrogance, but the truth.

That level four wizard high in the sky is nothing but a "showpiece" with all that power!
Their combat skills and mastery of their own rules were shockingly low.

Not to mention compared to a normal level four wizard, he could probably be easily suppressed even by many experienced level three wizards.

Jemin could see clearly that the opponent was undoubtedly using spatial rules, but the way they used them was crude and barbaric, lacking any finesse.

The fight was purely based on the instinctive crushing force of energy level.

He even felt that the mutated spider-snake monster he had captured back then probably had a more refined control over spatial abilities than this level four wizard.

In contrast, Levin Mills's control over the "life" system of rules, while lacking a clear direction, is not particularly sophisticated in its application.

However, he was experienced and resourceful, and his methods were endless. He was able to suppress this powerful fourth-level wizard and maintain the upper hand throughout the entire process.

If it weren't for the powerful basic attributes that a level four wizard possesses, Jemin would have no doubt that this seemingly massive battle would have ended long ago.

Just as Jemin was analyzing the battle situation, Jack below seized the opportunity created by his comrade's sacrifice!

Having transformed into a humanoid construct, he completed a brief charge-up, unleashing a beam of mixed sorcery imbued with terrifying energy. Like a roaring dragon, it tore through the air and hurtled towards Jemin.

This attack is comparable to the full power of a level three wizard!

however……

Jemin didn't even consider moving to avoid it.

With a slight thought, the enormous "Great Light Image" behind him suddenly lit up.

Countless energy projectiles poured out like a torrent, not as a scattered attack, but under Jemin's extremely precise control, they instantly converged and collided in a specific area in front of him!

The energy blasts, originally intended for attack, were transformed under his control into a dynamic barrier constantly undergoing intense energy reactions.

boom! ! !
Jack's all-out attack crashed into this violent energy zone, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea.

The beam of powerful energy bombarded the "reactive armor" composed of energy blasts, but was quickly decomposed and neutralized in a series of micro-explosions, ultimately failing to shake Jemin in the slightest.

This effortless defensive approach, coupled with Jemin's relaxed expression, thoroughly enraged Jack and the others.

Their attacks became even more frenzied, yet they still couldn't break through the devastating barrage of light beams.

Amidst the fierce battle, Jemin's attention was drawn to another question.

While maintaining the terrifying output of "Great Light Phase," he casually asked Jack as if it were a casual conversation:
"Senior Jack, I'm curious. Why did you invite me alone in the square back then?"

Although Jemin still doesn't know their specific purpose, it's clear that Jack and his group intend to hunt wizards.

So... it still comes down to cost-effectiveness.

If you're looking for prey, a level one wizard is much easier to deal with than a level two wizard.

Indeed, this was the case, judging from Jack's subsequent recruitment efforts.

So Jemin was very confused.

But when Jemin asked the question, he overlooked something else.

His relaxed and carefree demeanor seemed completely out of place amidst the life-and-death battles around him, as if he were simply conducting a routine inquiry.

This is undoubtedly a great humiliation.

Jack and the others' faces were contorted with rage, and their attacks became increasingly ferocious, but with little effect.

After a moment of silence, perhaps trying to find a flaw in Jemin's mental state, Jack asked Jemin a question in a hoarse voice: "Do you remember the question you asked me a few days ago?"

Jemin paused, then nodded slightly after a moment's thought. Of course he remembered.

After witnessing the astonishing transformation of the obese wizard, he asked Jack why the wizard, who had originally been obese but had now become emaciated, would use such a near-self-mutilating technique.

Jack did not answer directly at the time.

Now, with a roar that seemed to contain countless pent-up resentments, he gave the answer:
"Because he simply can't learn any other, better techniques!"

"Jeming! Not everyone is a prodigy like you! Not everyone can grasp such profound knowledge as easily as you!"

"You genius, haven't you ever wondered why you've never heard my name mentioned by Professor Clark?!"

"Although I was lucky enough to choose the most promising 'logistics' major thanks to my parents' guidance, I simply don't have the wisdom or qualifications! I'm not even qualified to call myself Professor Clark's disciple! I'm just an ordinary, unremarkable apprentice!"

His words were somewhat irrelevant to the question, but Jemin already understood the answer to his earlier question.

—It means "jealousy".

The other party was resentful of their own mediocrity and insanely jealous of the talent that Jemin displayed.

Therefore, when choosing his "prey," his subconscious led him to set his sights on the dazzling Jemin in the square.

"I see……"

Having figured everything out, Jemin suddenly chuckled softly, and a strange doubt in his heart quietly dissipated.

The laughter pierced the fragile nerves of Jack and the others.

"You look down on me?!"

They roared and their attacks became increasingly frantic, but they were still steadily pushed back by Jemin's manipulation of the "Great Light Phase," making them appear even more disheveled.

Jemin laughed, not out of disdain, but because he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

The wizarding world always seemed too cold and rational, so rational that betrayal and killing were possible without any burden for the sake of profit, which often made Jemin feel a sense of alienation.

But Jack's irrational outburst, filled with personal emotions, made him realize that even in this world, so-called "reason" is often just a facade.

He couldn't help but think of Amy and Victor from the past. Although the emotions they expressed were completely different, their core essence was the same.

Beneath the veneer of rationality lies a vibrant soul capable of tears, laughter, jealousy, and anger.

His clear and focused mind even made his control over the "Great Light Image" smoother and more acute.

With the tide turning and the enemy gaining strength, Jack and his companions were forced into a series of defeats. Although they managed to hold on with the help of a level-four magical artifact, signs of defeat were already evident.

The final straw that broke their back was the end of the flank battle—the remaining black giants and the few seriously wounded first-level wizards, at the cost of another comrade's death, finally managed to kill the last two enemy second-level wizards!
The balance of power in the war has completely shifted.

Soon, amidst desperate and unwilling roars, Jack and his companions were wiped out one by one by Jemin and the remaining wizards.

Some tried to escape, but in their panic, they crashed into the distorted spatial turbulence beside them, and were instantly torn apart in body and soul.

The battle on the ground had temporarily come to an end, but Jemin dared not relax at all, his brows furrowed as he gazed at the sky.

The battle in the sky was decided at this moment.

The result... was a crushing defeat for the level four wizard!

The figure plummeted from the sky like a meteorite, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

He struggled for a moment, but was too badly injured to get up. He could only stare at Levin Mills, who was slowly descending from the sky, with angry eyes.

Levin Mills had no time to spare for his defeated opponent.

Although his wounds were healing rapidly thanks to the power of the rules, the huge tear in his wizard robe by the spatial blade, the large amount of blood soaking into it, and the violently fluctuating soul aura all indicated the heavy price he had paid to defeat this "fake" level four.

Levin Mills' gaze swept across the ruins, meeting Jemin's eyes below.

Silence spread through the pervasive dust, broken only by the crackling of residual energy.

Jemin grinned, revealing a cold smile, and broke the silence first: "How about we each leave?"

Levin Mills remained silent for a moment, his cold gaze sweeping over the still slowly rotating "Great Light Image" behind Jemin, radiating chilling energy fluctuations, before he slowly but firmly shook his head:

"……Do not!"

(End of this chapter)