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

Chapter 291 The Shuttle

Golden Garden, inside Jemin's private mage tower.

He was intently analyzing the complex data stream flowing on the screen in front of him; it was research data related to the divine power belief network of the Erosian plane.

Just then, the MagicNet terminal placed in the corner of the experimental table emitted a notification sound that was different from a regular communication request.

Jemin's thoughts were interrupted, his brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze swept towards the terminal screen.

It wasn't a communication request from someone, but an automated notification from the official MagicNet system.

The message was concise, cold, and devoid of any emotion.

[Notification: The Wizarding Camp has confirmed that Anita Chuck died 37 days prior to the Standard Calendar in the battlefield of plane 86547-5568 (folded). Her direct mentor, Jemin, a Level 2 Wizard, has had all related educational rewards and subsequent obligations terminated from the date of this notification.]

Jemin's fingers, which were gripping the data tablet, paused slightly, and his gaze lingered on those lines of text for about two seconds.

He then gently placed the data tablet back on the table and shook his head helplessly.

His face eventually returned to calm, as if he had only seen an insignificant weather report.

He refocused his attention on the intricate network of divine power and faith, as if nothing had just happened.

He had long anticipated Anita's fate.

An apprentice who lacks resolve during their time at the academy, focuses their energy on flashy but impractical spells, and lacks reverence for knowledge and a deep understanding of power, is pitifully unlikely to survive if suddenly thrown into the brutal dimensional battlefield.

Since he resolved his inner conflict back then, Jemin has only ever sighed at such outcomes.

It was a pity that a young life was lost so young, but other than that, there wasn't much of a stir.

It wasn't that he was inherently cold-hearted, but rather that the time scale for a formal wizard and a wizard's apprentice was already different.

Looking back, his so-called "mentor-student relationship" with Anita lasted only a few years at most.

This amount of time is truly insignificant in the context of his long life, which is now measured in centuries or millennia.

In the long scroll of his memory, Anita was more like a mayfly that flashed by, living only a day and dying at dusk, leaving only a faint trace that was almost negligible.

In fact, the reason why many high-ranking wizards give the impression of being emotionally detached lies precisely in this.

Without entering the gates of a formal wizard, an apprentice's mere sixty years of natural lifespan is but a fleeting moment in the eyes of a formal wizard who can live for thousands of years or even longer.

Perhaps by the time a period of intensive seclusion for research ends, the apprentices you once knew have changed generations and turned into dust in history.

Even for a formal wizard, if one cannot continuously advance in rank, in the eyes of a high-ranking wizard, one's life span is also short.

Unless they are exceptionally talented individuals who are destined to reach the same level as them, high-level wizards rarely have deep personal interactions with low-level wizards.

After all, it was destined to be an unequal investment, filled with the sadness of parting.

Anita's death was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing brief and slight ripples.

But it did remind Jemin of something.

After thinking for a moment, Jemin pulled up his research log and added a new to-do item in an inconspicuous corner.

After adding it, he put the matter aside for the time being and immersed himself again in the research of the Erosian Plane Divine Power Faith Network.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle.

Unbeknownst to him, three hundred years had passed since he returned from the battle in the aerial dimension. During these three hundred years, Jemin's life had been regular and fulfilling.

His teaching duties, which remained largely ignored, had become a trivial interlude, and he devoted almost all his energy to endless research.

Finally, on this day, he completed the analysis of most of the non-special biological samples brought back from the spatial plane.

Massive amounts of data were organized and archived, and countless unique biological structures, energy utilization methods, and adaptive evolutionary strategies were understood and absorbed by him, becoming part of his knowledge system.

As the old chapters are turned, new creations begin.

On a specially designed experimental table in the center of the laboratory, a creature with an extremely bizarre shape is currently fixed in place.

Its overall shape is a smooth spindle, more like a meticulously crafted metal cannonball than a body of flesh and blood.

Its body surface is covered with a smooth, dense biological keratin layer that gleams with a cold, metallic luster.

The head has no obvious facial features, only a pair of compound eye-like crystalline structures and a sucker-like mouthpart for taking in energy.

Short but intricately structured fin-like appendages extend from both sides of the body, while the tail is composed of muscle tissue resembling a vectoring nozzle.

This is the air combat cannon fodder unit that Jemin tailored for himself based on the biological samples of the airspace dimension—he named it "Shuttle".

Its design prototype mainly comes from the strange creatures that were born to fly at high speeds when they explored the space distortion area with Wizard Jack (Chapter 254).

Their most distinctive feature is their astonishingly high speed!

Through Jemin's in-depth optimization and genetic enhancement combining alchemy and bioengineering technologies, the performance of the new generation of "Shuttlers" has been dramatically improved.

The growth threshold has been greatly increased; once hatched, it can stably grow into a level one creature.

Moreover, their potential for advancement surpasses that of their kind under natural conditions, possessing a higher probability of naturally advancing to a level two being, and even a small probability of giving birth to a level three being.

Most importantly, the race's speed has been significantly increased through Jemin's targeted modifications.

Level 1 "Surfing" can easily break the sound barrier at cruising speed, Level 2 individuals can exceed ten times the speed of sound at normal speed, and Level 3 individuals can even unleash a terrifying thirty times the speed of sound!
Its ability to penetrate defenses at short distances is nothing short of a nightmare.

In addition, Jemin equipped them with a controllable self-destruct system that was just as efficient as that of the Black Giant.

At critical moments, they can accelerate themselves to their limits, transforming into the most decisive weapon, combining their enormous kinetic energy with the bio-energy released instantly within their bodies to produce a devastating impact explosion.

To put it bluntly, these "Shuttlers" are less like combat creatures and more like a group of "living missiles" with basic biological intelligence, capable of autonomously seeking out enemies and multiplying indefinitely!
Their core purpose in being designed is consumption.

To this end, Jemin incorporated the reproductive methods of most lower organisms in the airspace plane, making the shuttles reproduce at an astonishing speed.

This creature is hermaphroditic and can lay eggs anytime, anywhere. Its feed conversion ratio and growth rate are also astonishingly fast.

It only requires the most basic biomass and energy to achieve large-scale production in a short period of time.

They don't need complex tactics or prolonged battles; they have only one mission—to break through the enemy's defenses with unparalleled speed.

Then, the most dazzling, yet deadly, light of destruction bursts forth at the target point.

“Things like air cavalry are outdated. Domination of the airspace should be seized by 'shooting stars' like these.” Jemin stared at the finished product on the experimental table, his eyes filled with the scrutiny and praise of a researcher looking at a perfect work.

He inspected the creation before him once more, then tapped the control panel with his fingertips to begin entering the parameters for the combat simulation.

(End of this chapter)