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

Chapter 281 Reincarnation
Not long after his communication with Dean Avery ended, while Jemin was still planning his research and teaching arrangements for the next ten years, his communicator started flashing again at an inopportune moment.

Jemin couldn't help but chuckle.

Normally, this communicator is as quiet as decoration, but today it's been ringing one after another, as if everything had been arranged to happen at this moment.

He answered the call casually, and the figure that appeared on the screen made him pause for a moment, then he understood.

It's Senior Viola.

Now that the war against the Destroyer God Plane is over, it's only natural that she should return.

At this moment, although there was still a trace of researcher's fatigue in her eyes, her overall mental state was much better than when she was processing data day and night in the Flame Frost Plane, and the calm aura of a sixth-level wizard on her body was becoming more and more obvious.

"Senior, it's been a long time," Jieming greeted with a smile.

"I just got back not long ago." Viola waved her hand, her tone still slightly languid, and went straight to the point, "You've heard about the opening of the Norren Academy in Elosia, haven't you?"

Jemin nodded: "I just spoke with Dean Avery and he has agreed to become a teacher."

"You're going too?" Viola raised an eyebrow, then revealed a smug look of "we're in the same boat." "Hehe, I knew it! Who could resist such perks!"

Seeing that Jemin seemed curious, Viola explained in detail: "The benefits of academy instructors are tiered. Wizards below level five like you have mandatory expedition obligations and fixed rest periods, so the benefit is extended rest time, giving you more free time."

She changed the subject, pointing to herself: "But for those of us at level five and above, the rules are reversed. Civilization is afraid that we old folks will wander around outside for too long, or bury ourselves in the lab for thousands of years and forget our responsibility to pass on the torch, so it mandates that we come back for rest and recuperation periodically. The perk of being a mentor is to reduce the duration of this mandatory rest!"

She wore a look of lingering fear: "Someone like me, a level six wizard, a single forced rest period can easily exceed a thousand years! If we don't find a way to shorten it, just sitting there in a daze can drive anyone crazy! How can it be as interesting as spending time in the laboratory or exploring other planes?"

It then dawned on Jemin that the benefits for academy tutors varied according to their level, and in essence, they all catered to their preferences, using "time" to attract wizards at different stages to devote themselves to education.

“Oh, right,” Viola said as if she had suddenly remembered something, “Instructor Clark has returned to Noren 13 Academy. If you have some free time recently, you might as well go back for a visit.”

Jemin was taken aback: "My advisor wants to see me? Is there something wrong?"

Viola just smiled mysteriously and waved her hand, "Why don't you go back and see for yourself? I still have data to process, I'll hang up now!"

After saying that, without waiting for Jemin to ask any further questions, the communication was abruptly cut off.

As the light screen dimmed, Jemin's doubts deepened.

Did Clark's mentor take the initiative to contact him?
This is not common.

Based on his understanding of his mentor, that big shot who practically welded himself to the lab bench would never summon his students unless absolutely necessary.

Despite his doubts, a few days later, Jemin temporarily put aside his research and returned to the familiar plane of Noren 13 via the teleportation array, heading straight to his mentor Clark's office.

In an office filled with scrolls, instruments, and various unidentified biological specimens, and permeated with the mixed smells of parchment and alchemical potions, Jemin met his mentor again.

Professor Clark still had his signature rambling look—his hair was slightly messy, and his eyes showed the fatigue of long-term sleep deprivation.

The wizard's robe he was wearing seemed to be the same one from many years ago, but it had several kinds of stains and burn marks of unknown purpose on it, and his whole body exuded a strong "cattle and horse" aura.

Upon seeing Jemin's sudden appearance, Mentor Clark looked up from a pile of complex energy structure diagrams, a genuine surprise flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Jermin? What brings you back?"

Jemin was even more surprised than him: "Didn't you ask Senior Viola to tell me to come back?"

Professor Clark blinked blankly, then seemed to understand something, shook his head helplessly, and muttered under his breath, "That crazy girl..."

He said no more and turned his attention back to the drawings on the table, as if Jemin's arrival was just a minor incident.

Jemin was immediately dumbfounded, realizing he'd been "tricked" by Senior Viola. But since he was already there, he was just about to start a conversation…

dong dong dong.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Without even looking up, Professor Clark said in a flat, emotionless tone, "Come in."

The office door was carefully pushed open a crack, and a small head peeked in.

He was a boy who looked no more than ten years old, wearing a clean apprentice's robe, with clear eyes that held a hint of nervousness.

When he saw that in addition to his mentor Clark, there was also a stranger named Jemin in the office, he was clearly stunned for a moment, and a hint of panic flashed across his face.

But he quickly took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and walked in properly, giving a standard wizard's salute to both Mentor Clark and Jemin.

"Professor Clark, this is the summary of last week's observation data that you requested." The little boy's voice was clear as he respectfully handed a thick document to the desk.

Professor Clark simply grunted in response, casually took the documents, and placed them on top of the already massive pile of files beside him.

The little boy bowed again, then quietly withdrew and gently closed the door.

Jemin didn't say anything during this process, but just watched the little boy's departing figure with great interest.

Only after the office door was completely closed did he turn around to look at his mentor, who was still engrossed in the blueprints, his tone carrying a hint of disbelief and mockery:

"Professor, could it be... that's my 'junior'?"

Norren College admits students every five years, and if we consider "junior students" in a broad sense, the number of junior students like Jemin can be counted in the tens of thousands.

However, the "junior" he was referring to at that moment specifically meant a disciple who had been personally recognized and accepted into Clark's tutelage.

Jemin knew his mentor all too well.

He is aloof, demanding, and detests wasting time.

Ordinary wizard apprentices, no matter how talented, are not even qualified to step into this office if they don't meet his standards.

The fact that the little boy could come in so naturally to hand over his documents speaks volumes about his identity—just like I had been back then.

Professor Clark finally lifted his eyelids from the blueprints, glanced at Jemin, and nodded slightly, which could be considered as acquiescence.

He then added, "His aptitude is average, but he has his own ideas."

This was already the highest praise Jemin had ever heard from his mentor for his apprentice.

Looking at the closed door, he could almost see the little boy's back as he tried to appear calm but couldn't hide his naivety. A strange feeling welled up in Jieming's heart, a strange sense of disorientation.

Time seemed to overlap at this moment.

Once upon a time, he was also a young man who, filled with unease and anticipation, cautiously stepped into this office.

Now, he stands here as a "senior," watching the cycle of a new generation quietly begin.

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