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

"Dear Father and Mother, the rest is omitted. I think I'm going to die this time... Wait, I think I might survive!"

Amid the chaos, Jemin was "invited" away and taken to a secret room deep within the academy by several law enforcement wizards dressed in standard wizard robes.

The room was small, with walls made of some kind of cold, black metal. There were no windows, only a heavy metal door.

Jemin sat in a comfortable chair in the center of the room, initially quite nervous, but soon realized that things didn't seem to be quite as he had imagined.

Although the secret chamber seemed heavily guarded, the wizards didn't seem to care much about them.

He was not bound, nor did he feel any coercive energy fluctuations.

The wizards of the enforcement team simply brought him here and then stood quietly outside the door, neither coming in nor communicating with him in any way.

Even on the small round table next to it, there were several exquisite snacks and a drink that radiated a warm glow.

"What's this? Is it a place to put a Piray?"

This strange friendliness left Jemin somewhat puzzled, but he still felt a little relieved.

"It seems... the problem isn't as serious as I thought?" He carefully picked up the drink and took a small sip.

The liquid slid down my throat, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort, seemingly relieving mental fatigue.

If one were to reveal that they possess a cultivation system other than that of a wizard, or be suspected of being a spy, the other party would certainly not be so polite.

Wizards are absolutely ruthless and direct in their treatment of enemies, especially those who may threaten the entire civilization.

No binding, no interrogation, and even snacks and drinks... This treatment doesn't look like that of an interrogation of a spy at all.

The feeling of waiting for trial was unpleasant, but this pressure-free waiting actually made him feel somewhat relaxed.

He leaned back in his chair, but his internal circulation was running non-stop, and the layer of refined gold coating was also secretly covering his body surface, ready to deal with any emergencies.

After an unknown amount of time, the heavy metal door of the secret room clicked open and slowly began to open.

A familiar figure, slightly balding and wearing the robes of an alchemy instructor, walked in.

Clark's mentor.

Upon seeing that it was Clark, Jemin's heart immediately jumped, driven by the natural fear students have of their homeroom teacher.

He immediately straightened his posture, his body tensed, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

He thought he would be met with his mentor's cold questioning and scrutiny.

To his surprise, Clark did not show any scrutinizing or questioning attitude.

His face remained expressionless, but his eyes seemed less rigid than usual, and held a hint of something more…

"How so? Is it a way of examining the value of a product?"

Jemin was filled with questions, but he couldn't voice them, so he could only quietly await the outcome of his trial.

Fortunately, Clark didn't beat around the bush. He walked to a chair opposite him, sat down, and got straight to the point.

"Your submitted 'galvanic iron-based insulation material' has passed the highest level of testing and evaluation, and has great potential. At the same time, your performance in the public laboratory emergency was calm, decisive, and accurate in judging the core of the equipment, demonstrating extremely high responsiveness and talent."

Jemin swallowed hard, unsure of what his tutor was going to say, and fearing that a "but" might come out next.

Things didn't go as he'd hoped. His mentor, Clark, paused, then uttered a word that sounded unfamiliar to Jemin:

"The college has decided to initiate your Level 2 training agreement."

Secondary training agreement?

Jemin was momentarily at a loss.

What is this thing?

I'd heard Amy and the others mention that the academy seemed to have some kind of apprenticeship program, but the Level 2 training agreement... although it sounds similar, it doesn't seem to be the same concept.

Clark's mentor seemed to sense his confusion and, quite unusually, patiently explained:

"The Level Two Training Agreement is established by the Star Ring Alliance for apprentices who are assessed as having the potential to surpass the level of a formal wizard and advance to a higher level. This means that the entire alliance will focus on training you."

"Specific privileges include: your points account has more purchasing privileges. Ordinary apprentices can only purchase items and knowledge related to first-level formal wizards, but you, as long as you have enough points, can purchase almost all non-prohibited items within the academy's magic network, including some controlled knowledge and items."

"At the same time, you are granted the right to set up your own private laboratory. You can have your own laboratory in the area designated by the workshop, enjoying a better research environment and equipment resources. Of course, you will have to pay for it yourself."

"Most importantly, you can sell your research products through the academy's channels on the energy communication network throughout the Star Ring Federation. This is different from the energy communication networks in the mission center, which can only connect within the academy. It's not just within the academy; it's a cross-dimensional and cross-faction trading platform that allows you to access countless broader markets and resources."

After listening to Professor Clark's explanation, Jemin roughly understood the value of this second-level training agreement, but he still had some doubts.

"Mentor, these... all seem to be qualifications?" Jemin hesitated. "It doesn't seem like there's any substantial support involved. For example, will the academy provide a lot of free materials or points?"

After hearing Jemin's question, Professor Clark's perpetually expressionless face habitually revealed a look of disbelief, as if he were an idiot.

"Points? Aid?"

He looked at Jemin, his tone adopting that analytical manner that Jemin was familiar with in class:

"Apprentice Jeming, if you can't even earn enough points to meet your own cultivation and research needs, then you are not qualified to obtain a Level 2 training agreement, let alone prove that you have the ability to reach a higher level."

"These qualifications are the greatest support in themselves. They remove the upper limit on your access to resources and broaden your channels for acquiring resources. As for how much you can earn and how far you can go, that depends on your own abilities."

Hearing Clark's words, Jemin finally felt completely relieved.

That's it!

It seems that he was not treated as a spy or suspected of hiding any earth-shattering secret. On the contrary, the academy has confirmed that he has "investment value" and "potential for development"!

So that's how it is...

I've now cleared my name of the materials issue by claiming to be a "genius"?!

The thought of this instantly overwhelmed Jemin with a sense of relief.

He's finally safe!

At least, within this academy, protected by the rules, he is safe for the time being!

Jemin felt a surge of relief, but also a bit embarrassed.

The huge psychological change made him smile, his expression showing some relaxation.