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

Chapter 274 Strange
The subsequent assessment of merit was without any doubt. Jemin was recognized as the one who made the greatest contribution, thanks to his outstanding work in discovering and stabilizing the spatial gate node, restraining the gods at a critical moment, and transmitting key coordinates.

Although the three level-four wizards were somewhat envious of the generous reward, they tacitly remained silent and did not raise any objections, considering that they had each gained a living level-five "native god" as research material.

The sheer amount of military merit points awarded for the first merit was enough to make even someone as wealthy as Jieming feel quite pleased with himself.

More importantly, the seventh-level wizard Dionysius Spencer personally promised that Jemin could share all the knowledge he collected on the Holy Continent thereafter!
This is of immeasurable value to wizards who seek knowledge.

Jemin was very satisfied with this.

The next fifty years will be the period of standardized planar conquest by the wizarding civilization.

resistance?

Having lost its supreme deity, suffered a collapse of faith, and faced with the ever-evolving and unpredictable tactics of wizards, the remaining Holy Forces melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the sun.

The wizards swept across the entire Holy Continent with overwhelming force.

The only regret for some wizards who are keen on exploration is that the spatial gate connecting the Holy Continent to the outside world seems to have shown some signs of instability because Dionysius Spencer forcibly opened and maintained it. It is temporarily unable to locate the coordinates of the other four other worlds that the Holy Warriors claimed to have conquered.

This potential path to expansion has been temporarily blocked.

Fifty years later, Jemin returned to the wizard sub-camp located in the former capital of the four great empires on the Holy Continent after completing a mission to wipe out the remaining resistance forces.

Looking at the endless stream of holy slaves, bound by rune shackles and transported to various research sites or planes, he showed little joy, but rather a thoughtful expression.

To be fair, the resources of the Holy Continent are quite abundant, but... it doesn't seem worth such a big fuss for a level seven wizard.

Even the native gods are not worth taking action against, since the gods here only call themselves gods, rather than actually possessing the "powers" of gods.

Moreover, through fifty years of observation, Jemin clearly sensed that Dionysius Spencer had always maintained an almost indifferent attitude toward the Holy Continent itself.

It was as if conquering this place was merely a necessary process, not the ultimate goal.

He couldn't help but recall Dionysius Spencer's meaningful words fifty years ago, when the portal was about to open: "...your real 'feast' is about to begin."

Could it be that neither the relatively resource-poor "Sky Dimension" nor this "Holy Continent" was ever considered a true target by that level seven wizard?
They... might not even be considered appetizers for the wizard Dionysius Spencer.

But this speculation raises an even bigger question: if neither of these worlds is the goal... then what is the real purpose of Dionysius Spencer's expending so much effort?
Since the space gate stabilized, the commander-in-chief has seemingly made no noteworthy moves, which is illogical in itself.

Jemin shook his head, suppressing this overly bold guess.

He knew that, as the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, all of Dionysius Spencer's actions had to conform to the highest interests of the wizarding civilization, which was an ironclad rule brought about by the contract.

Under these circumstances, the plans of a level seven wizard are far beyond the scope of what a level two wizard like himself is qualified to question or explore.

This curiosity could only remain a personal reverie for him.

"Perhaps, this high-ranking wizard of the Fate system has already been silently waiting for something by borrowing the threads of fate from others..." Jemin thought to himself.

As his gaze swept over his colleagues in the camp, who were excitedly discussing their next exploration target due to their fruitful harvest, an indescribable sense of alienation and... boredom suddenly welled up in his heart.

He did not accept any new missions, but instead got up alone and flew aimlessly over the conquered lands.

For the first time, I truly examined this world, trampled under the iron hooves of wizards, as an "observer" rather than a "conqueror."

However, the scene that came into view was hardly a scenic view. Fifty years of extreme exploitation had left this plane in a state of morbid depletion.

Dionysius Spencer left no room for restraint, and the wizards' greedy nature was on full display.

If the phrase "scraping three feet of the ground" in the previous airspace dimension was an exaggeration, then here it is a true depiction.

Large swaths of organic-rich soil were removed to be used for breeding bio-engineered animals.

The mountain range was broken down as a whole, and minerals and energy crystals were extracted.

Rivers and lakes have dried up, and water has been completely drained away...

The whole world seemed to have been gnawed away, leaving only an empty skeleton.

The fog in front of him gradually thickened, and only then did Jemin realize that he had unknowingly arrived near the huge spatial gate while flying aimlessly.

Since the spatial gate has been open for a long time, the milky white mist, unique to the spatial dimension and containing faint energy factors, has been continuously spreading towards the Holy Continent.

Now, most of the Holy Continent is shrouded in this hazy mist.

After pausing for a moment, Jemin had a thought and passed through the steadily operating spatial gate, returning to the spatial dimension after a long absence.

Compared to the bustling atmosphere of the Holy Continent, the Sky Dimension appeared much quieter at this moment.

The vast majority of wizards have moved to new battlefields with more concentrated resources, with only a few research sites and puppets responsible for basic maintenance still in operation.

The pervasive fog remained, but the ever-flowing stream of light was gone.

Jemin drifted aimlessly in the weightless, empty space, his mind blank.

Just then, a huge shadow slowly swept over him, blotting out the sun.

It was a colossal beast resembling a whale, over a hundred meters long, floating leisurely in a weightless environment.

It kept its huge mouth open, looking rather ferocious.

However, when Jemin saw it, his tense nerves relaxed.

He recognized this creature, which wizards jokingly called the "Sky Giant Fish".

According to some wizarding scholars, these giant beasts have an extremely unique ecological niche—their evolutionary direction is mainly focused on being "unpalatable" and "resistant to attack."

Thick-skinned and massive in size, but its flesh is not only devoid of nutrition, it also contains a substance that most creatures—including the indiscriminate black giant—dislike.

At the same time, they have extremely strong regenerative abilities; as long as they are not devoured by more than 40% of their body at once, they can slowly recover.

They are filter feeders, swimming through the mist with their mouths wide open, devouring the tiny plankton and energy particles that are invisible to the naked eye...

He jolted awake, his pupils contracting sharply: "Something's wrong!"

(End of this chapter)