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

"very nice."

Inside the laboratory, cool blue light quietly streamed down.

The faint red light traces left by the blood sacrifice array still lingered in the air, and wisps of energy fluctuations spread slowly like ripples on the water's surface before gradually subsiding.

Clark sensed the change in his mental power, and his usually calm and undisturbed eyes paused for a moment.

Then he looked at Jemin and said, "Your technique is very effective."

His tone was flat, without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

But those who know him well know that this is already extremely high praise for Clark.

On the other side, a childlike figure jumped out impatiently.

Anton Buchanan felt the changes in himself, and his youthful face, which looked no more than ten years old, suddenly lit up.

"Hahaha! That's really good!"

He nodded repeatedly, his smile as bright as a child who had just received a new toy.

If you didn't know his identity, it would be hard for anyone to believe that this little guy, who is not even at the Experimental Level, is a true Level 8 wizard.

As his laughter rang out, rings of almost transparent force fields spread outwards, and the entire laboratory seemed to gently contract with his breath, as if the entire space was conforming to his will.

When Jemin contacted Clark, his mentor happened to be with his advisor, Anton Buchanan, exchanging data from their recent research. After hearing Jemin's explanation of the blood sacrifice method, both of them became interested almost simultaneously.

It just so happens that these two people, one having just advanced to level seven and the other to level eight, are exactly the two largest target customers for this technology in the future, so Jemin immediately invited them.

The two also felt that instead of watching the experimental data remotely, they should experience it themselves.

So the two of them went directly to Jemin's laboratory via the teleportation array.

Of course, there was another very practical reason why they came directly.

While Jemin can now create level six biological clones, he's still far from being able to stably create level seven or eight life forms. As for the other reason, well, it's naturally resources…

Thinking about this, Jieming felt somewhat helpless.

After refining the first eye of the Zhou Tian Star Array, his wallet was almost completely emptied.

Let alone an eighth-level clone.

Even the clones that were used to cultivate Viola had already drained his last reserves.

So the two high-ranking wizards simply brought their own materials.

The scene in the lab was only possible because it was made on-site, with the person sacrificing themselves.

At this moment, Jemin stood in front of the magic array control, continuously recording various experimental data.

Viola crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, looking like she was enjoying the spectacle.

Clark remained indifferent, standing quietly on the magic array beside the incubation chamber, observing and carefully sensing the changes in his own mind. Anton Buchanan, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the edge of the experiment, his short legs dangling in mid-air, swinging back and forth.

It is quite rare that three generations of masters, apprentices, and grandchildren from the Noren Workshop have gathered in the same laboratory at the same time.

Finally, Clark was the first to raise his head. His expression remained almost unchanged, and he simply spoke:

"Mental strength has been steadily improved, and the soul structure is complete. At this stage, no side effects have been found. It can be confirmed that Jemin's technology has indeed made groundbreaking progress."

"For a level seven wizard who has just completed the solidification of the laws, this can significantly shorten the period of mental energy accumulation. Overall, the cost-effectiveness of this technology is higher than that of similar auxiliary methods that I currently know of."

On the other side, Anton Buchanan had already jumped down without being able to resist.

He jogged up to Jemin, stood on tiptoe, and slapped Jemin's puppet on the shoulder.

"Kid! Don't listen to that Clark guy's conservative talk. Let me tell you..." He smiled, his eyes narrowing.

"If you were to release this technology, those old guys who just advanced to level eight would absolutely go crazy!"

Jemin couldn't help but chuckle: "Master, you're not kidding me, is it really that exaggerated?"

"Exaggerated?" Anton's eyes widened. "Do you know how many resources I spent to replenish my mental strength above the safe level when I first advanced to level eight?"

"have no idea."

"I don't even want to remember it myself." Anton waved his hand with a pained expression. "Anyway, it's more exaggerated than you can imagine."

"To put it bluntly, the cost of manufacturing these few level-eight clones is practically free compared to the resources I burned back then." Viola, who had been listening for a while, couldn't help but interject, "Master, after level eight, aren't there no more potions that directly enhance mental power?"

Anton shook his head, giving him a "you're still young" look:

"Potions that directly boost mental power are obviously useless. However, auxiliary potions do have some effect, although it's better than nothing." He said, holding up a chubby index finger: "What's truly useful are the raw materials."

"Raw materials?" Viola blinked.

"That's right." Anton nodded matter-of-factly. "To put it simply, the effect of potions is to transform some materials into stronger ones, but there are also some materials that can enhance mental power. As long as there is enough of them, you can be so strong that you can fly bricks."

"After I advanced to level eight, in order to quickly increase my spiritual power... I drained all the life force of seven or eight medium-sized planes and refined it into essence to replenish my spiritual power."

The air fell silent for a moment.

Anton Buchanan spoke of it casually, but everyone present could sense the exaggerated amount of energy consumed.

Viola's lips twitched slightly: "Seven or eight... medium-sized planes?"

"Hmm." Anton nodded, feeling a pang of heartache.

"And even so, the effect wasn't very good; in the end, it only improved things slightly. To put it another way, it's roughly equivalent to the effect of that clone from before."

Jemin quickly began to calculate in his mind.

The criteria for determining a medium-sized plane is a plane with a volume of at least a medium-sized star, while the largest is a continental plane with a volume equivalent to the entire solar system.

If it is a cosmic plane, due to the difference in matter density, its largest size could even approach that of a spiral arm of a galaxy.

All the life forms in seven or eight medium-sized planes actually... only gained a level eight clone with a comparable improvement.

"It seems... I underestimated the versatility of this technology," Jemin thought to himself.

After Anton finished speaking, Clark looked at Jemin again and asked the most crucial question:

"How do you plan to sell this technology? Will you be selling the technology itself, or a service?"

Upon hearing this, the other two also turned to look at Jemin.

After hearing Clark's question, Jemin also fell into thought.

Selling technology means gaining a large amount of high-level military merit, but after the peak, subsequent sales will decrease significantly. Selling services, on the other hand, means a continuous stream of revenue in the future.

However, the problem is also obvious: if he provides services, it means that countless wizards will come to him specifically in the future.

I can't just stand in the lab every day doing nothing and become a blood sacrifice for others.

Moreover, this means that unless he is an eighth-level wizard, it will be difficult for him to obtain high-level military merits through technology... although what he lacks now is low-level military merits.

Thinking of this, Jemin couldn't help but shake his head.

This way of making money is too inefficient.

After a moment of silence, he finally raised his head and smiled at the three of them: "I have a third option."

The three of them looked at him at the same time.

"Upload it to the Magic Network terminal and hand it over to the Star Ring Federation for official promotion."

Jieming opened the magic network terminal and uploaded the complete technical data of the Blood Sacrifice spell to the official technical trading platform.

Viola, who was standing to the side, peeked out for a while and couldn't help but smack her lips.

"You're really willing to give it up. If you hand it over to the Star Ring Federation, it means other wizards can research this technology. If it's sold privately, you can sign a contract with them, allowing them to use the technology but not research it."

"Under normal circumstances, if you're willing to include a clause allowing others to research this technology when you sell it, you can even directly exchange core knowledge with some newly promoted level eight wizards."

Master Anton Buchanan nodded in agreement. "Viola is right. In the period immediately following an eighth-level wizard's advancement, core knowledge evolves rapidly. In order to exchange for this technology that can directly shorten the cycle of mental power accumulation, they might offer something that even I find enviable. Exchanging for such knowledge along with research permits is definitely a good deal."

Clark stood to the side, watching quietly without saying a word.

Jemin shook his head: "Don't bite off more than you can chew. I already have so many things to research that I don't know how many years from now. I'd better just keep the profits in my own hands for now."

"Besides, if this technology has already been studied by others, so be it. I can just study new ones."

Anton Buchanan sat on the lab bench, his short legs swinging back and forth, munching on a snack he'd pulled out from who-knows-where. "Hehehehe... Young people have so much energy! Okay, I support you!"

Jemin's lips twitched: "Thank you, Master."

Soon, the final analytical diagram of the blood sacrifice array structure was uploaded.

Jemin gently clicked to confirm.

hum...

With a slight vibration, the entire submission interface suddenly turned a soft, pale gold.

In the center of the laboratory, a pure white data stream rose from the core of the magic network terminal, and countless runes poured down like a waterfall, rapidly converging in mid-air. In just a few breaths, a humanoid projection condensed into shape.

It was a humanoid figure, indistinguishable in gender and age, composed entirely of data streams. Its appearance seemed to silence the entire laboratory for a moment. Upon seeing this figure, Viola's expression turned serious, and Clark also turned his gaze sharply in its direction.

Only Anton Buchanan remained jovial, but he obediently jumped off the experiment.

"Lord Felix," Jemin bowed respectfully.

Felix, the artificial intelligence, is the core AI of the entire Star Ring Federation's Magic Network terminal and the highest administrator of all official technical review, military merit settlement, and strategic evaluation systems of the Federation.

An ordinary wizard might never see it even once in his entire life.

The fact that it could project itself meant that the submitted technology had reached a level capable of influencing the entire Federation and even the entire civilization. Felix slowly lowered his head and looked at Jemin.

In its calm eyes, countless data streams flashed by at high speed, and analysis results were constantly generated.

It nodded slightly, its tone respectful but its voice steady:

"Wizard Jemin, I didn't expect we'd meet so soon."

"It has been 3,672 years since you last submitted a technology with federal promotion value."

"The 'Stable Field Adjustment Protocol' you developed continues to be effective throughout the entire Wizarding Civilization." "The Federation's Technology Database consistently maintains your overall scientific research rating as excellent or above. We are very grateful for your contributions to the entire civilization." Hearing this, Viola couldn't help but whistle: "Wow, listen to that, an officially certified outstanding scientist."

Jemin glanced at her helplessly.

Felix ignored their interaction and continued speaking:

"The blood sacrifice technique you just submitted has been preliminarily reviewed and approved."

A massive data screen unfolded before everyone, constantly updating various evaluation results:

[Security Level: Extremely High]

Technology maturity level: 97.8%

[Reproducibility: Excellent]

[Promotional Value: Extremely High]

Strategic Value: Excellent

Felix continued to explain from the side:

"After comprehensive evaluation, this technology can reliably increase the mental strength growth rate of level six, level seven, and newly promoted level eight wizards." "For low-level wizards, it can provide a stable aptitude enhancement effect and has clear promotional value."

"In accordance with the Federal Strategic Technology Promotion Regulations, I will promote this technology to the entire wizarding civilization as much as possible, and you will receive the highest percentage of military merit benefits from this technology."

With that, it waved its hand gently, and a contract radiating a pale golden light appeared before everyone's eyes.

"From this day forward, you will receive a percentage of the profits from any wizard who purchases or uses this technology."

Viola turned to look at Jemin, her face contorted with grief: "You're going to strike it rich!"

Anton burst into laughter: "I told you! This kind of thing is guaranteed to make a fortune!"

However, Felix suddenly paused, looking at Jemin:

"However... I regret to inform you that, based on a comprehensive assessment, your technology is still one step away from achieving a strategic level of civilization."

The light screen changed again, and the new evaluation results slowly appeared:

[Level 1 Training Agreement: Application Standards Not Met]

Upon seeing this line of text, Viola couldn't help but frown, and Clark sighed softly. Anton also touched his chin with a hint of regret. Jemin, however, remained calm.

Felix continued to explain:

"Blood sacrifice can indeed enhance the overall strength of a civilization. However, the improvement is mainly concentrated on low- to mid-level wizards, as well as those who have just advanced to higher levels."

"For a senior level eight wizard, since their mental power is already close to infinite, the long-term benefits provided by this technology are extremely limited." "Without considering level nine wizards, the combat power of senior level eight wizards accounts for more than 98% of the entire wizard civilization. Therefore, it is not enough to bring about a qualitative change in the war potential of the entire civilization."

"Based on the federal strategic assessment standards, it is not yet sufficient to obtain a Level 1 training agreement."

After saying that, it waited quietly for Jemin's response.

After a few seconds of silence in the lab, Jemin suddenly smiled, a relaxed smile:

"I understand. In fact, I didn't intend to use it to apply for a Level 1 training agreement."

Upon hearing this, Viola turned to look at him, Anton also appeared thoughtful, and Clark smiled with relief. Jemin wasn't just putting on a brave face; he genuinely meant it.

Because he knew very well that a wizard's main power came from knowledge, even though he misjudged the situation of high-level wizards at the time, he still regarded blood sacrifice as a tool to make money.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Jemin was not disappointed.

He looked at Felix:

"I submitted this technology simply to obtain a stable income from low-level military merits. However... I hope that in the future, when I no longer need low-level military merits, I can switch the income model to high-level military merit sharing."

Felix nodded slightly without pausing for a moment upon hearing this:

"Your application is reasonable. The contract will include a clause on changing the revenue model. You can apply to change your revenue settlement method from low-level military merits to high-level military merits at any time in the future, without having to sign a new promotion agreement."

Upon hearing this, Anton immediately laughed: "Not bad, you've thought things through quite far."

Professor Clark nodded in agreement.

As for Viola… even after understanding the meaning behind Jemin's words, she was still immersed in her own emotions, looking pained. Felix waved his hand, and a pale golden contract slowly floated down in front of Jemin.

"Contract generated, please confirm."

Although he knew that Felix was unlikely to resort to any underhanded tactics, Jemin still carefully reviewed all the terms and conditions.

Revenue sharing ratio, intellectual property rights, scope of promotion, revenue conversion... He confirmed that every item was consistent with what had just been discussed, with no hidden details. Without hesitation, he gently placed his palm on the center of the contract.

hum...

As a soft golden light spread out, the contract was officially established!

(That's all for today)