Chapter 386 Rebellion?

Anya gave Jemin a bright smile, her voice clear and melodious:

“Mr. Jemin, it’s been a long time. This is… my grandmother’s dimension. It’s a pleasure to see you again, even under these circumstances.”

She then looked at Viola and bowed politely, saying, "Aunt Viola, you've come."

Viola's lips twitched almost imperceptibly when she heard the title "Auntie," but she still had no choice but to accept this seniority.

On the other side, as Jemin looked at Anya's pure, shy, and pitiful appearance, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly.

He knew this guy's true colors all too well.

That innocent and pure appearance is nothing more than a carefully applied layer of camouflage!

Peel back this layer, and you'll find the soul of a madman who would stop at nothing for research, with eyes burning with a intensity that could scorch.

His brief encounter during the graduation trial had already made him realize this "genius's" almost obsessive desire to explore the unknown.

Unlike Jemin, Viola didn't overthink things and cut straight to the point, frowning as she asked, "Anya, what exactly happened? How did this world become like this?"

Anya paused for a moment, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, before answering somewhat awkwardly in a low voice, "It's...it's that in Grandmother's plane, those servant races that were originally used as observation samples...have rebelled."

"Rebellion?"

This word, like a rusty gear, got stuck in the minds of Jemin and Viola, causing almost tangible question marks to appear on their faces.

Is the word "rebellion" really something that can appear in the territory of a formal wizard, especially in the private dimension of a sixth-level wizard?

Jemin couldn't help but recall his experience in the Golden Garden territory of Noren 147.

There were indeed some troubles there, but strictly speaking, they didn't qualify as a "rebellion."

He accepted those humans, dwarves, and elves more at the request of his friend David, and did not regard them as servant races in the traditional sense.

Apart from the first generation, no subsequent generations have signed any strict soul contracts.

Moreover, the main reason for the chaos at that time was that it was his first time participating in a large-scale interdimensional war, and he was away for a much longer time than expected. In addition, his lack of experience led him to neglect the follow-up arrangements.

Even so, the level of rebellion in Jemin’s territory at that time was quite limited.

It can be said that an ordinary, legitimate wizard, if he were to manage his affairs diligently, would never allow his own backyard to catch fire.

And now, Anya is saying that a "rebellion" has occurred in the private dimension of a level six wizard?

Leaving aside basic binding mechanisms like soul contracts, what exactly is a level six wizard?

That is a powerful being that can touch and manipulate the very essence of a plane!

Within their own plane of existence, they are almost synonymous with the embodiment of the rules and the plane itself.

To suppress internal enemies, often all it takes is a single thought: mobilizing the power of another dimension to suppress them.

Considering that he was not familiar with this unfamiliar level six wizard, and adhering to the principle of "the less you say, the less likely you are to make a mistake," Jemin kept his questions to himself.

But Viola clearly didn't have so many reservations. With her arms crossed, she bluntly stated in a "I knew it" tone: "Has that guy had another episode? What's he up to?"

Anya's smile grew even more awkward as she whispered, "Grandmother said... war is a 'baptism' and 'catalyst' that spiritual races must inevitably undergo in their development. She believed that forced intervention would disrupt the integrity of the natural evolution of spirituality, so... she didn't intend to stop it."

But Jemin gleaned another crucial piece of information from those words, and he couldn't help but ask to confirm: "Anya, do you mean... your grandmother didn't sign a soul contract with these servant races within her territory?"

Anya nodded obediently: "Yes, Jemin. Most of the races in Grandmother's territory were created by her using life alchemy and soul weaving techniques."

"She believes that while soul contracts are convenient for control, they may restrict the free development and creativity of the spirit at the subconscious level. In order to pursue the most 'original' and 'real' evolutionary data, she has never signed any form of slavery contract from the beginning."

Upon hearing this, Jemin couldn't help but raise his hand and pinch the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit of a headache.

In this way, the logic becomes clear.

Viola's friend, a powerful level six wizard, acts as both "creator" and "observer" in his own plane.

She created life, gave it a spirit, and then... abandoned it.

They are allowed to develop freely, even in extreme forms like war, with the sole purpose of observing spiritual evolution in a "natural" state.

To this, Jemin could only silently comment in his heart: This wizard's research methods are really... quite unrestrained and extravagant!

Since the situation was deliberately left to its own devices, it's not impossible to understand why this "rebellion" occurred.

But to escalate the situation to the point of causing chaos across the entire plane... the scale of this wizard's "experiment" and the degree of his "recklessness" are truly quite rare.

Viola seemed used to her friend's style and asked another question instead: "Then why were we teleported to this godforsaken place this time? When I came here before, I was always teleported directly to her precious laboratory."

Anya quickly replied, "Because the speed and scale of this 'rebellion' exceeded Grandmother's initial predictions, it triggered the automatic emergency procedures of the dimensional defense system. Grandmother hasn't had time to manually adjust the permissions yet, so now all incoming unmarked teleports are being automatically directed to this observation post near the front lines."

"I came here because my grandmother detected the energy signature of your arrival and sent me to meet you and take you to a safe laboratory area."

Viola waved her hand dismissively, "Fine, fine, I know. I don't need you to lead the way; I know which turtle shell that guy's lab is hiding in. Follow me."

She was clearly very familiar with the paths here.

Jemin then looked at the black giant priest who had returned with two elemental creatures that were still twitching slightly and the living plant, and looked at Anya and Viola with some difficulty: "Then... what about these samples?"

He paused, then added, "We just reacted instinctively. Hopefully, that didn't interfere with your grandmother's experimental data?"

Anya blinked her clear, big eyes and shook her head blankly: "This... Grandmother didn't say. I don't know what to do either."

Viola was straightforward, saying directly, "Eliminate these individuals that have been severely corrupted by my laws and have lost their normal behavior patterns. Their very existence is distorted, and keeping them around might only contaminate the experimental environment."

"As for our intervention and the possibility that our information might be discovered..." she sighed, "There's nothing we can do but ask that crazy woman face to face and see if she cares or not."

Watching Viola skillfully take to the air, identify her direction, and fly forward, Jemin shook his head helplessly.

With a thought, the black giant priests, upon receiving the order, acted without hesitation, completely ending the suffering of the prisoners on the ground, and were then returned to the cave space within Jemin's body.

Anya, who was standing nearby, also directed the nature spirits around her to help clear out the strange creatures lying on the ground groaning.

With the two working together, the cleanup was quickly completed.

Jemin and Anya then took off to catch up with Viola ahead.

During the flight, Anya quietly moved closer to Jemin and whispered, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Jermin, I heard... it was you who researched that 'fictional law' and created the very interesting 'imaginary element'?"

Jemin glanced at her and nodded: "Yes, that's true."

Upon receiving confirmation, Anya immediately became excited, her speech quickening: "Then can I buy some from you? If military merits aren't enough, I'll trade you my collection of spirit crystals or ancient soul runes! My grandmother said that, according to her research, these imaginary elements you generate seem to have a very unique effect on the growth and mutation of various spirits!"

"No special materials are needed; military merits will suffice if you wish to exchange them."

Jemin didn't care about this; spiritual energy wasn't a non-renewable and scarce resource for him.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Jemin is eager for more people to buy his spiritual energy.

Anyway, once the incense and deity system of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane is completely transformed, he will have the equivalent of an entire plane continuously generating spiritual energy. With his own power, he certainly won't be able to use it all up in a short time.

He casually replied, "We'll discuss the specific exchange ratio later. But..."

Jemin glanced at Anya, who was flying alongside him. Her expression still seemed shy, but Jemin could clearly sense the emotions carried in the slight fluctuations of her mental energy.

It wasn't just curiosity; it was a mixture of extreme excitement, a desire to explore, and even a faint hunger for rare experimental materials.

Jemin felt a chill run down his spine and rubbed the goosebumps that had risen on his body in disgust: "...But before that, could you please stop looking at me like that, like you really want to cut me open to see what's inside?"

When Anya was exposed, she wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, revealing a smile that was completely opposite to her innocent appearance, carrying a hint of sinister intent.

"I'm so sorry, Jemin. It's just that... your life force smells so 'fragrant,' much stronger than when we last met, that I couldn't help myself."

Jemin's eye twitched violently. He decided not to say another word to this potential research fanatic and "cannibal" prospective member. He silently increased his flight speed and closed the distance with Viola.

It's best to get to the person in charge as soon as possible, finish the conversation quickly, and then figure out a way to leave as soon as possible!

(End of this chapter)