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

Chapter 280 Academy
Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye during my focused research.

Inside the laboratory, Jemin gently put down the scalpel in his hand, which was stained with a little biological tissue fluid.

On the operating table in front of him, a sample of the "Wind Howling Winged Beast," a creature from a spatial dimension with an exquisite structure resembling a natural flying machine, had been thoroughly dissected and analyzed.

His expression was calm and composed, as if he had completed a routine task. Only his fingertips moved rapidly on the light screen beside him, recording and archiving the last batch of data about the coupling structure of its neural cords and energy vesicles.

With the last piece of information entered, he skillfully activated the cleansing array.

A soft light swept across, and the operating table and all the tools instantly became spotless, with all biological residues being broken down into basic particles.

After removing his heavy multi-functional protective suit, Jemin walked to the observation window, looked at the eternally unchanging crimson sky of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane outside, and sighed helplessly.

For fifty years, he immersed himself in the laboratory, systematically studying samples brought back from the spatial plane in order of increasing biological structure.

However, progress has not been ideal.

For fifty years, he only completed one-fifth of the planned research project.

"The speed of research can never keep up with the desire to collect," Jemin said, rubbing his temples.

Dissection, analysis, recording, deduction... each step takes time.

Especially when dealing with rare creatures that have complex structures and contain unique rules and forces, one must be extremely cautious.

He roughly estimated that it would take at least three hundred years of continuous investment to thoroughly study all the samples collected from the spatial plane.

And this is just the normal harvest from the airspace dimension.

In addition, there are mutated spiders with spatial abilities and the mysterious white mist that even seventh-level wizards take very seriously.

To make any significant progress on these things would require an unimaginable amount of time.

Just thinking about it made Jemin feel that the road ahead was long, but also full of the allure of exploration.

He left the main laboratory and went to a large, specially modified ecological culture room inside the plane.

Through the thick observation window, one can see that in the simulated zero-gravity environment inside, thousands of ordinary spiders are quietly clustered together as if following some ancient ritual, forming a huge biological sphere with a diameter of nearly 100 meters that rotates slowly.

This is a common behavior of their native environment in the airspace plane, used to conserve heat and cope with danger.

Meanwhile, in a special breeding unit tightly sealed by layers of spatial confinement arrays, the unique mutated spider snake was pacing restlessly, with spatial ripples appearing and disappearing on its body surface.

Through preliminary exploratory experiments, Jemin discovered that this mutated spider snake plays the role of "leader" in the group, and its pheromones have a strong controlling effect on ordinary spider snakes.

He speculated that if the pheromone suppression and guidance of the leader were lost for a long time, new mutated individuals would likely emerge spontaneously under survival pressure within the ordinary spider snake group.

Therefore, he isolated it, partly to study its mutation mechanism in depth, and partly in the hope of "stimulating" more valuable mutation samples to enrich his research materials.

After checking the condition of the spider snake and confirming that the preservation environment of the other important sample libraries was stable and correct, Jemin contacted the head of the Noren Workshop dimensional transformation project team—a calm and collected level six wizard—through a communication array.

"Wizard Jemin, it's been a long time. It's quite a surprise that you have time to contact me." The figure of a level six wizard appeared on the screen, and behind him, a group of wizards were setting up a large magic circle.

Jemin nodded in greeting: "You're too kind. I've just been a bit busy, so I haven't been in touch much lately... How's the project going?"

"Not bad, everything is going smoothly." The level six wizard pointed his finger, and soon, a detailed project progress report was sent to Jemin's screen.

"The second phase of infrastructure construction has been completed, and the third phase of energy gathering and dispatching system construction is about 30% complete. The overall progress is in line with expectations, and it is expected to be fully completed in another 50 years."

Jemin expressed his satisfaction with the speed: "That's fast! Thank you so much."

"No, it's what we should do."

After hanging up the call, Jieming began to plan his next move.

He can wait fifty years.

At that time, the energy problem of the incubation pool that had troubled him for so long will be fundamentally solved, and the cultivation of a new generation of black giants and more energy-consuming research can be put on the agenda.

Just as he was about to return to the lab to "relax" his tense research nerves by reading those difficult level 7 element pool data, his encrypted communicator emitted a soft glow as a notification.

Jemin was somewhat surprised and connected the call.

A screen of light unfolded, revealing Dean Avery Knight's familiar and dignified face.

"Jeremy, it's been a long time. It seems you've made considerable progress during this time." The dean's gaze seemed to pierce through the light barrier, sensing the increasingly profound and weighty aura emanating from Jemie. "Dean Avery Knight... judging from your complexion, the war must be going quite smoothly?"

Hearing this, Dean Avery Knight couldn't help but smile with satisfaction: "Indeed, the harvest from that plane was indeed great, with more than a dozen innate gods among level eight beings alone. For a long time to come, my research lab will be full of research materials."

Upon hearing this, Jemin was secretly alarmed, not expecting that the plane where the Destruction God resided had such extravagant resources.

Under normal circumstances, the resources of a plane can be concentrated to create a maximum of six levels of beings.

To advance to a higher level, you must travel to other planes to acquire more resources.

The existence of so many level-eight beings, whether through advancement based on the resources of the plane itself or by plundering resources from other planes, represents a large amount of extra resources.

Of course, for most civilizations, encountering such a civilization would be a complete disaster.

The wizard civilization is so outrageous that a level 7 wizard can not only fight against opponents of higher levels, but also take on multiple opponents at once.

Dean Avery Knight was very satisfied with the results of his first interplane expedition since taking office: "We have now successfully incorporated that plane into the Erosian plane cluster, and all that is left is to spend time modifying it."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Dean Avery got straight to the point: "After so many years of continuous and subtle modification and genetic optimization of the native humans of the Erosian plane, individuals who meet the minimum standards and possess wizarding qualifications are finally beginning to emerge steadily."

Jemin was taken aback, which meant that the preparations for the Norren 147 Wizard Academy, to be built on the plane of Elosia, had entered the final stage.

Dean Avery Knight continued, "We expect to officially open in ten years and enroll our first batch of local students."

“The academy is newly established, and everything needs to be developed. What we lack most is experienced and capable teachers.” Dean Avery’s eyes were full of expectation. “Jeming, I hope you can become a teacher at the academy.”

Upon hearing this, Jemin hesitated for a moment: "Thank you for your high regard, Dean, but... my abilities are still somewhat lacking, so I may not be suitable."

His research projects are packed, and the dimensional transformation is underway, so taking on the role of a teacher will inevitably take up a lot of his time and energy.

“It’s alright. Your experience will be a valuable asset to the new generation of wizarding apprentices.” Dean Avery understood what Jemin meant, but he didn’t say much, only explaining in detail the benefits and treatment of the academy’s teachers.

“Considering that teaching duties would severely impact a low-level wizard’s own exploration, research, and rest,” the dean explained, “as compensation, the academy stipulates that the regular interplane war rest period for low-level wizards who serve as teachers can be doubled.”

Upon hearing this, Jemin immediately changed his mind.

In other words, if Jemin's original two-hundred-year rest period can be extended to four hundred years if he becomes a teacher!

This condition was fatally attractive to Jemin.

For him now, the direct benefits of simply conquering different planes are no longer as important as his own research and knowledge accumulation.

What he urgently needs is large blocks of uninterrupted, freely available time to digest his findings, deepen his research, and improve himself.

A four-hundred-year period of rest and recuperation is undoubtedly a generous gift that cannot be refused.

"Thank you for the dean's trust. I am willing to take on the teaching position." Without further hesitation, Jemin solemnly accepted.

Dean Avery smiled with satisfaction, then added, "There's one more thing. The remaining nine strands of dimensional origin I promised you regarding the reward for the discovery of that plane are ready. They will be sent to you via an encrypted channel shortly, so please check your inbox."

Jemin was moved and expressed his gratitude again.

Shortly after the communication ended, the teleportation array in the Purgatory Sulfur Plane received the item transfer request.

After confirming permissions and security, nine crystal test tubes emitting a soft yet dazzling light appeared steadily on the receiving platform.

Inside the test tube, nine strands of dimensional origin, condensed like liquid halos, slowly circulated, emitting a heart-palpitating fluctuation.

Jemin carefully stored them together with the twenty strands of essence he had previously obtained.

Looking at the twenty-nine strands of primordial energy gathered together in the storage space, radiating magnificent light, even the worldly-wise Jemin couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"Such a quantity of Origin, even a sixth-tier wizard would probably find it difficult to produce it all at once in a short period of time..." he muttered to himself.

Although his military merit savings had shrunk considerably to just over 100 million due to the expenses of plane modification and various research, Jemin had no intention of selling these resources to cash out.

In his plan, these origins have a more important purpose—they are not only valuable resources for reaching higher realms, but also a top-tier form of hard currency.

Its value is stable, comparable to the gold reserves in the mortal world, and can be exchanged for rare resources or knowledge that cannot be measured by military merit at critical moments.

(One more chapter to go!)

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