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

Chapter 284 Internal Factory
A year later, Jemin successfully completed the preliminary groundwork for assisting Dean Avery Knight in the dimensional fusion project.

He breathed a long sigh of relief after escaping the tedious tasks of calibrating energy nodes, monitoring environmental parameters, and laying basic magic arrays.

This means that before the next five-year enrollment cycle arrives, he finally has a relatively complete period of rest that he can freely manage.

Walking back to the tutor's office assigned to him by the college, Jemin couldn't help but feel emotional.

For formal wizards who conduct research and exploration over decades or even centuries, a five-year enrollment cycle does seem too frequent.

In this short time, it's probably not even possible to complete the optimization of a slightly complex witchcraft model.

Just as I was pondering this, a familiar figure appeared at the corner of the corridor ahead.

"Hey, junior! Mission's over?" Senior Viola still had that languid yet shrewd look in her eyes, but today, her face clearly showed an undisguised...joy?
"Senior sister." Jemin nodded in greeting.

Seeing her expression, I felt a little curious. Considering that I hadn't seen her on the list of people involved in the dimensional transformation project, I tentatively asked, "You seem to be in a good mood. Could it be... that you've taken on a student?"

"Brilliant!" Viola snapped her fingers, her smile widening. "Both little ones are now under my tutelage in Potions!"

Upon hearing this, Jemin felt a pang of envy.

It's always a joy to have students pass on your knowledge. He sincerely congratulated her, "Congratulations, senior!"

However, Viola tilted her head and carefully examined Jemin's expression.

He then pursed his lips, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied: "Is it just envy? Isn't there anything else? Like... jealousy? Or feeling unfairly treated or angry because I got the students?"

Jemin was taken aback by the strange question and couldn't help but laugh, "Senior, your request is a bit odd."

Viola waved her hand and explained, "Never mind. Let me tell you, one of my students was given some advice before enrolling because his parents were wizards. Although he was confused, he still obediently chose the 'safe' logistics school."

"The other one, well, he just got in because he'd heard too many myths and fantasized about those 'magical potions' that could make people live forever and become instantly powerful. He didn't come in with any wisdom to see through the academy's scheme."

Jemin was somewhat surprised: "It sounds like... you're not disappointed at all, senior? You're actually quite happy?"

“Of course I’m happy!” Viola’s eyes curved into crescents, but a hint of a smile that sent chills down Jemin’s spine was revealed. “These two little ones are both mediocre, and they suffer so much when they learn the basics of potions. Their gloomy faces every day are perfect research… uh, perfect teaching feedback material! Watching them struggle makes me feel especially happy every day!”

Jemin: "..."

He couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, sighing that he had really asked a pointless question.

Given this senior's perverse sense of humor, how could she possibly have a normal mentor's mindset?
He silently mourned for the two unfortunate apprentices who had fallen into the clutches of evil for a fraction of a second, then quickly said goodbye to Viola and fled the corridor filled with an eerie and pleasant atmosphere.

Back in his mentor's office, which was mostly empty, Jemin activated the built-in teleportation array.

With a flash of light, he returned to his true home—the core laboratory of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

Two years passed quietly in focused research.

Just as Jemin was immersed in optimizing the structure of the energy circuit of the divine power faith network, a series of urgent communication request rings interrupted his thoughts.

He frowned slightly in displeasure, but when he saw the contact information displayed on his communicator, his brow instantly relaxed, and a rare, expectant smile even appeared on his face. It was the official logistics department of Noren Workshop!

He immediately connected the communication, and a formulaic yet clear voice came from the other end: "Lord Jemin, your 'Pan-Dimensional Adaptive Multifunctional Precision Manufacturing Platform' has arrived. Please prepare to receive it."

"We've finally arrived!" Jemin felt a surge of excitement.

He quickly authorized the activation of the highest-level access array for the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

With a strong spatial fluctuation, a huge shadow suddenly appeared above the open space outside the laboratory, as if a steel cloud was pressing down.

Just as the colossal object was about to crash to the ground, the complex anti-gravity array engraved on its bottom lit up in time, emitting a soft hum, which made the giant object float steadily in the air half a meter above the ground.

At the same time, layers of translucent energy shields flow across the surface of the object, forming a tight protection to ensure that the internal precision components are not affected by transportation bumps or harsh external environments.

Jemin walked out of the laboratory and looked up at the creation he had been looking forward to for so long—a massive and awe-inspiring metal structure.

Its main structure is made of a matte dark alloy, with sharp lines and a strong industrial aesthetic.

The overall shape is roughly rectangular, with a length of over fifty meters and a width and height of over twenty meters, making it comparable to a mobile metal fortress.

The machine's surface is covered with various interfaces, observation windows, energy conduits, and retractable robotic arm bases.

Countless fine, star-like runes appear and disappear on the metal surface, forming an extremely complex network for guiding and controlling energy.

Most remarkably, the entire machine exudes an aura of "stability" and "inclusivity," as if it can ignore the changes in its surrounding environment and exist as a self-contained entity.

This was achieved by a level six wizard personally applying the effect of law solidification, ensuring that its core functions could operate normally under the basic rules of most planes.

To put it simply, this "pan-dimensional adaptive multi-functional precision manufacturing platform" is a super factory that can automatically produce specific magical artifacts!

Its price is so high that it could bankrupt many veteran level four wizards.

But for Jemin, who owns the "self-stabilizing field adjustment protocol"—a cash cow—military achievements are just numbers.

What truly troubled him was another problem—space.

In the past, his internal space was only the size of a room; let alone this behemoth, it couldn't even fit slightly larger experimental equipment.

However, today is different.

Breaking through to the Golden Core Realm brings not only a qualitative change in power, but also a tremendous expansion of the internal space.

Now, the space within his dantian, which is attached to the golden core, is vast enough to accommodate a small village.

It's more than enough to house this automated factory and a massive amount of raw materials!
At this moment, the idea that Jemin had been developing in his mind for a long time finally had the foundation to be realized!

(End of this chapter)