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

Chapter 42 Warcraft
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A thick bolt of lightning, carrying the pungent smell of burning sulfur, struck the ground, blasting a crater the size of a bowl into the gray rock beneath their feet.

Jemin remained unmoved; the earth element shield around his body stood firm as a mountain, absorbing all the raging electricity.

Before him stood a thunderstorm beetle, over five meters tall, its body covered in a black carapace, hissing angrily and brewing blinding arcs of electricity from its mouth once more.

"Beasts can only rely on brute force or simple corrosive or venomous attacks. Only creatures that can directly manipulate elemental power can be called magical beasts."

Jemin looked up at the thunderstorm gathering again overhead, and related knowledge flashed through his mind: "Their attack methods are more complex and powerful, and their use of energy is more sophisticated. Their combat power far exceeds that of ordinary beasts."

The Thunderstorm Beetle monster before us is a prime example. Not only can it unleash powerful lightning, but its hard shell can also withstand physical impacts, making it a rather troublesome enemy for wizard apprentices.

However, for Jemin, this was simply the best target he could use to test his rune artifacts.

The Thunderstorm Beetle Monster charged again, its six thick legs carving deep grooves into the ground.

Without backing down, Jemin flicked his wrist, instantly activating the offensive rune artifact.

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Three high-explosive fireballs, accompanied by a piercing shriek as they tore through the air, struck the monster's joints with pinpoint accuracy.

Each explosion caused the beetle's massive body to tremble violently, halting the monster's charge in agony and eliciting angry yet painful roars.

Seizing the opportunity, Jemin gently spun the magical artifact with his talisman, and like a ghost, he circled around to the side of the monster, firing several fireballs in quick succession, launching a precise attack on the relatively soft abdomen beneath its carapace.

The raging fire elementals instantly blasted several charred holes in the monster's abdomen, the scorching flames even penetrating inside and burning off its limbs.

The Thunderstorm Beetle Monster let out its final mournful cry and collapsed to the ground with a crash, the lightning on its body extinguishing as well.

The battle lasted less than ten seconds from start to finish, and Jemin didn't even break a sweat.

He put away the talismanic artifact, stepped forward, and used alchemy and analytical techniques to scan the remains of the Thunderstorm Beetle monster, discovering an organ within its body that contained the essence of lightning.

He skillfully took it out and put it into the large backpack made of animal hide beside him.

"This bag is almost full. It seems I'll have to find a way to get some spatial rings when I get back."

In the Wizarding World, spatial knowledge is very difficult to acquire; at least a level three wizard can begin to learn about it.

However, since there are enough people, various spatial equipment and skills are not uncommon.

Just like the training ground in Jemin's lab, he spent a lot of money to hire someone to help expand the interior space.

The academy also has countless small spatial devices like space bags, which are expensive but still affordable for Jemin.

The only problem is that, because the spatial constants are different in different planes, such space equipment can only be used in a single plane or a few specific planes.

If it is taken to another dimension, you might be lucky and simply be unable to open it, or you might be unlucky and even experience spatial distortion, which could devour the user the moment they enter the dimension.

Under normal circumstances, even the highest-level spatial equipment is only applicable to planes that the wizard civilization has already captured and recorded. Going to unknown planes still carries risks.

The spatial ring that Jemin mentioned was an exception.

This thing has extremely high requirements for manufacturing; it requires at least a level six wizard to make, but the effect is very good.

The ring's interior is governed by a set of fixed rules, ensuring the stability of its internal space regardless of its location. Correspondingly, its price is shockingly high.

The most troublesome thing is that, because they are extremely difficult to manufacture and have a high failure rate, there is no stock available even if you have the right to purchase them.

"Mentor Clark seems to be a level six wizard. I wonder if he has any connections... I'll go back and ask him. Hopefully, he knows a space wizard."

While he was thinking, Jemin suddenly noticed a scoreboard, shimmering with blue light, lying quietly on the ground next to the monster's corpse.

He bent down and picked it up: "A monster of this level already has a scoring card? It looks like it's worth a lot of points. I'm lucky."

He didn't pay much attention and simply pocketed it.

Points were just a byproduct for him; the real-world combat data of the runes and magical artifacts, and the rare materials from this plane, were the core assets.

Just then, Jemin suddenly looked up in one direction and could feel a violent elemental fluctuation coming from there.

It wasn't a scattered burst of energy, but rather a large-scale mixture of witchcraft and demonic energy.

He activated the talismanic artifact and flew up, quickly heading towards that location.

It stopped just before it got close, landing behind a huge red crystal ore, and activated its analytical technique from a distance, extending its mental energy over there.

He passed through rolling rocky hills and dense red crystal forests, and "saw" the battlefield.

A group of wizard apprentices are struggling against a massive fire elemental beast made entirely of pure flame and lava.

The monster was ten meters tall, and every step it took made the ground tremble. Every attack it made triggered a surge of fire elements around it.

In terms of destructive power, although this magical beast has not yet reached the level of a first-level wizard, it has surpassed the level of a third-level wizard apprentice, making it quite difficult for the group of apprentices to fight it.

Jemin observed the apprentices' battle from a distance. There were about twelve or thirteen of them, and although they were spread out, they were able to support each other, which showed that they had clearly been teamed up and had a simple tactical arrangement.

Just as Jemin saw it, an apprentice released a large number of ice spikes that shot towards the monster.

“Ice-based sorcery suppression… Hmm, this apprentice’s ice spike formation speed is not bad,” Jemin thought to himself.

"But the lack of continuity means that the attack on this fire elemental monster is just a drop in the ocean."

A tall, thin apprentice leaped out, brandishing his wand, and a high-pressure jet of pure water roared out, striking the fire elemental beast squarely on the head.

"Not bad. The water element is suppressed in this environment, so the ability to achieve this effect shows that the mental control is not bad. However, the attack power of the Water Arrow spell is too low, and the release frequency is also too low."

Jemin couldn't help but shake his head.

These wizards appear to be combat-oriented artillery... elites, and the wizarding models they construct are most likely purchased directly.

The reason why this method of construction is called heresy by wizards is that the spells constructed in this way take time to cast and are far inferior to the spells constructed by oneself through hard work in terms of burst and continuity. This is also a fatal flaw in constructing other people's spells.

The alchemy and analytical techniques that Jemin currently possesses are completely at his command, just like the breathing that living beings naturally control; once activated, there is no casting time whatsoever.

(End of this chapter)