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

Chapter 90 Admission
The governor watched the apprentices' reactions with satisfaction, knowing full well that the reward would unleash the full potential and ambition of these elite apprentices.

To be honest, even a wizard like him felt a moment of excitement when he heard about the reward.

After all, even in the Norren Workshop, not every seventh-level wizard can manage a Norren Academy.

"Alright!" The governor suddenly raised his voice, interrupting everyone's reverie. "Briefing over! All apprentices, proceed to your designated areas according to your academy and group numbers! Prepare to enter Erosia. I wish you... a safe journey!"

The teleportation array lit up again, and this time, in addition to tension and excitement, the apprentices' eyes held an even greater desire for endless treasures.

"The wizards' efficiency is surprisingly high."

Looking at the wizard apprentices who were all ready to go after the order was given, Jemin couldn't help but sigh.

This shows that wizards are truly suited for interdimensional warfare.

Logically, after traversing several dimensions to arrive here, one should at least rest for a few days, understand the local situation, and then proceed with the next stage of testing.

But wizards simply don't have that kind of habit.

Since the teleportation array has already solved the problem of fatigue during long journeys, people can start working immediately once they arrive at their destination, without any morale issues.

Moreover, every wizard is a high-quality talent who has studied diligently for many years, so they are unlikely to be too stupid.

Before heading to their destination, they would always gather information about the local area.

With a clear goal, everyone can fulfill their responsibilities.

Although wizards are not good at group combat because they are "too smart", their great strength is enough to make up for this weakness.

Just as Jemin was feeling sentimental, tens of thousands of apprentices were enveloped by a special energy and instantly left the teleportation plaza of the Norren Workshop headquarters.

This interdimensional teleportation experience was unlike any I had ever had before.

If the academy's teleportation in the past was like riding a smooth airship, gliding effortlessly through a void tunnel, then now, it's like being stuffed into a sealed sphere and then suddenly plunged into a raging torrent.

The surrounding spatial barriers churned like mud, and the intense sense of compression was suffocating.

A harsh, grating sound filled my ears, and a blurry blur of light and shadow stretched before my eyes.

My body would occasionally feel a violent tremor, as if I were being slammed by some enormous thing, or as if countless invisible barriers were being forcibly torn apart.

This abrupt "intrusion" turned many apprentices pale, and some even vomited uncontrollably.

Jemin kept his mind focused, his powerful mental strength acting like an iron wall to resist the intense spatial disturbance.

He took a deep breath, circulating his true energy within his body to suppress the discomfort.

Suddenly, a powerful force struck, and he was thrown out of the chaotic space by an invisible force, like a marble being flung out.

His body plummeted uncontrollably through the air, with the whistling wind in his ears and screams coming from all directions.

As he fell, Jemin looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the chaotic air currents, and his pupils suddenly contracted...

Above the torn sky, a dozen enormous, blotting-out phantoms were intertwined. They varied in shape; some radiated an ancient, natural emerald green, some exuded a majestic golden glow, and some burned with scorching flames.

Without a doubt, judging from that immense power, it was a projection of the divine power of the gods of the Erosian plane, each phantom radiating a breathtaking divine might.

Confronting them was an equally enormous, yet indistinct, phantom of a wizard.

The wizard was surrounded by complex runes, and each wave of his hand caused the space to tremble and tore apart large swaths of divine power.

This is a direct confrontation between a level 5 wizard and a god!
“I see…” Jemin understood instantly.

They weren't "teleported" in at all; rather, the wizarding civilization forcibly tore apart the barriers of the Erosian plane and forced their way in!

This plane has not yet been fully controlled by the wizards. Its dimensional barriers have been sealed by the local gods with divine power, so that any normal entry or exit requires the gods' permission.

In order to send the apprentices in, the wizards had to use their immense power to tear open a temporary passage.

But the guardians of the passage—the gods of Elosia—would not let them succeed so easily.

Therefore, in the brief moment they crossed the spatial barrier, a terrifying battle had already broken out in outer space.

With his keen eyesight, Jemin clearly captured the changes on the battlefield:
Under the frenzied onslaught of more than a dozen divine phantoms, the wizard's phantom seemed to have reached its limit.

It let out a violent howl, filled with resentment and pain, a howl brimming with the desolation of a dying struggle, as if containing despair for the ultimate victory of the gods.

Then, the wizard's phantom light quickly dimmed, turning into countless specks of light that vanished in mid-air.

The phantoms of the gods let out a roar of triumphant joy, and their enormous bodies slowly disappeared, seemingly satisfied with the wizard's "fall" and believing that the passage had been blocked.

Jemin hovered in mid-air, his body shimmering with a faint light. He had used alchemy to lift the air beneath him, slowing his descent.

As the heavy air gathered, his speed decreased rapidly, and he soon drifted to the ground like a feather, his toes lightly touching the ground silently.

He looked up in the direction where the wizard's phantom had disappeared, and his lips twitched slightly: "The dying howl was too deliberate, the performance too contrived, the acting too poor, unacceptable! Go back and practice again!"

Indeed, he saw right through the wizard's act of feigning death.

The reason is simple: wizards cannot reveal too much power.

If the wizard civilization demonstrates an absolute advantage that can overwhelm the gods of the plane, the excessive pressure may cause the native gods of this world to give up and even take the entire world down with them, initiating an irreversible plane self-destruction ritual.

By then, the dimensional resources the wizards coveted and the strategic expansion they envisioned would all be in vain.

Therefore, during the standoff, the wizards had to carefully weigh the pros and cons.

Every now and then, they would find some powerful high-ranking wizards to play the role of "unlucky ones" who were killed and fell, so that the gods of Elosia could continue to have faith through a constant stream of "sacrifices".

This would make them believe that while the wizard civilization was powerful, it was not invincible, thus maintaining a stalemate rather than a mutually destructive outcome.

This is a silent psychological warfare tactic, also aimed at ensuring the integrity of the plane.

(End of this chapter)