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

Chapter 265 Dessert
The heavy door of the quiet room closed silently behind him, isolating the aura of the seventh-level wizard inside.

Standing in the brightly lit corridor, Jemin breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Even if Dionysius Spencer were to act all amiable, the invisible gap in their levels of life still brought an indescribable sense of oppression.

After walking a few steps, they saw the group of first-level wizards.

They didn't leave, but instead chatted excitedly in hushed tones at the end of the corridor, each of them beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

When they saw Jemin come out, they immediately surrounded him, their eyes filled with gratitude and even a hint of awe.

"Lord Jemin!" The leading wizard bowed respectfully, clutching a crystal test tube tightly in his hand, from which a ray of brilliant light slowly flowed—this was the reason for their joy and excitement.

Dionysius Spencer, as expected of a level seven wizard, was indeed generous enough to bestow a wisp of the plane's origin upon each wizard.

"We are truly grateful to you this time! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have had this opportunity, and we might even have lost our lives..."

The other wizards echoed their sentiments, their gratitude evident in their words.

The primal light in their hands was like a beacon in the darkness for these wizards struggling at the bottom of society; it was a hope for changing their fate.

Although in theory wizards can take out loans to purchase source material to advance their ranks, in reality many wizards don't even qualify to "incur debt."

Aside from a lucky few who manage to accumulate enough military merits to purchase a wisp of origin in a short time, or who demonstrate potential for investment, most low-level wizards die on their journey to conquer planes before they can gather enough military merits.

Now, relying on this pure source, they see a glimmer of hope for touching the threshold of level three in the future.

In the perilous battles of different planes, such an opportunity is nothing short of defying fate.

Jemin nodded calmly: "This is what you deserve, after all, you chose to return with me rather than any other possibility."

His words were pointed, reminding the wizards of the perilous situation they had faced, and they couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.

Indeed, given the circumstances at the time, if Jemin had been ruthless enough to sacrifice them, along with Levin Mills, as offerings to replace the origin of the plane, no one would have known.

Several wizards moved their lips, seemingly wanting to take the opportunity to ask for an exchange of contact information.

Making friends with such a powerful, well-connected, and principled genius would undoubtedly be of great benefit to the future.

But when he thought of Jemin's dignified demeanor in front of the level seven wizard, and the huge gap in strength and potential between the two sides, his courage quickly dissipated.

In the end, they simply thanked them again sincerely, and then left with excitement and a touch of regret.

Jemin watched their retreating figures silently, his thoughts perfectly clear to him.

He didn't mind making connections with promising low-level wizards; after all, the path of a wizard is long, and having more friends means having more options.

But since the other party didn't even have the courage to try, he naturally wouldn't condescend to do so.

Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. If you don't even have the courage to fight for this much, then you are destined to be in a different circle in the future.

His thoughts quickly returned to Dionysius Spencer's seemingly casual remark.

The word "pre-dinner dessert..." kept nagging at him.

Although brief, it revealed a wealth of information.

Could this resource-rich "airspace dimension" be merely an appetizer before the main course for a higher level of existence?
So what will be the real "main course"?
A chill ran down his spine, but Jemin quickly suppressed these chaotic thoughts.

Just as he thought, with his current strength, exploring these things too early would not be beneficial and might even bring unnecessary trouble.

The most important thing right now is to digest what we've learned and ensure we have enough resources to protect ourselves in the upcoming explorations.

The harvest this time was truly substantial.

The twenty strands of pure essence refined by a level seven wizard are far more valuable than naturally occurring essence, and are equivalent to two hundred million military merits.

Even for Jemin now, such returns are considerable. After all, even with the continued revenue generated by the "self-stabilizing field adjustment protocol" patented technology, the income growth rate has slowed significantly in recent years and should soon reach the level Jemin envisioned, where he can only earn 100 million military merits per year.

This time, he essentially earned the equivalent of two years' worth of income in just two months.

Moreover, this does not even include the rare creatures captured and the special resources collected during the exploration, whose research value is equally immeasurable.

If Jemin were willing to sell that mutated spider snake, even level four or five wizards would be tempted.

However, before venturing deeper into the "airspace dimension," Jemin believes that prioritizing survivability is of paramount importance.

The overwhelmingly strong wind element in this plane caused an omnipresent spatial distortion, and his previous experiences had made him acutely aware of its danger.

Without effective early warning and protection measures, exploring distorted areas is like a blind man riding a blind horse.

He pulled out his magic network terminal and quickly browsed the latest announcements and supply lists from the wizard camp.

Soon, good news came into view: spatial fluctuation detection magical artifacts, which were previously either priceless or strictly controlled, are now officially open for exchange to all wizards who participated in the exploration. They can receive them at the affairs center simply by paying the corresponding military merits.

This is clearly a response from the camp to the increasing need for exploration in areas of spatial distortion.

Although knowledge of spatial rules requires at least a level three wizard to grasp initially, resulting in a limited production of such magical artifacts, the camp provides subsidies to encourage exploration, making the price relatively affordable—only 10,000 military merits.

This price is not a small amount for an individual, but it is still affordable for a fully equipped wizard team.

Once equipped, exploration efficiency and safety will be greatly improved, with returns far exceeding the investment.

Jemin immediately headed to the affairs center and, using his identification and military merits, successfully exchanged a palm-sized, compass-shaped space fluctuation detector from the alchemical puppet.

He immediately channeled his mental energy into the device in an attempt to activate it.

A faint light shone from the center of the compass, and a cool stream of energy flowed into his eyes.

His vision changed instantly; the previously invisible space appeared as subtle "wrinkles" and "ripples" in his eyes.

Jemin sensed it briefly. Although it was far less capable of analyzing deep rule information than his "all-powerful eye," it could still mark the boundaries of areas of spatial stability and distortion in the most intuitive way.

Furthermore, it has almost no information load and can be maintained for a long time.

"A good, useful tool." Jemin nodded in satisfaction.

This is essentially a simplified, continuously active spatial vision aid, which is extremely useful for large-scale patrols and avoiding dangerous areas.

After leaving the affairs center, he returned to the central square of the floating city.

Compared to two months ago, this place is much more lively, and there are noticeably more wizards setting up stalls.

Materials or simple magical artifacts that were previously rare and had some connection to spatial attributes are now appearing on the stalls.

Although the quality varies, they are all quite expensive.

Clearly, rumors of abundant resources in the spatial distortion region have spread far and wide, igniting the wizards' enthusiasm for exploration.

Jemin mingled in the crowd, silently listening to the wizards' conversations, gathering information about the danger levels of different areas, resource distribution, and even some unverified rumors.

At the same time, he quickly located and accepted a mission to explore an unknown biome through the magic network terminal.

The area is located on the edge of a newly discovered large spatial fold, and preliminary scans suggest the presence of a unique ecosystem of research value, which fits his needs perfectly.

"We need to stock up on enough 'food' as soon as possible before that person's 'main meal' begins."

With these words in mind, Jieming transformed into a streak of light and flew away from the floating city without hesitation, speeding towards the unknown area marked by the mission.

(End of this chapter)