Chapter 325 Noren 147 Plane
The wizards' meetings were incredibly efficient.
This was in stark contrast to the meetings in Jemin's previous life that often lasted for hours, with layers of communication but no real substance.
Wizard Norren spoke succinctly and clearly, explaining the purpose and initial arrangements for establishing the elite combat unit in less than ten minutes.
As the projection of the wizard Norren dissipated, the brief silence in the meeting room was replaced by low murmurs of discussion.
As soon as Jemin stood up, he received a signal from his mentor, Clark.
He understood immediately and left with Viola, who had appeared beside him at some unknown time.
The two followed their mentor Clark out of the noisy conference room and returned to the office filled with the strange smells of various alchemical materials.
"Sit." Instructor Clark gestured to the chair beside him, then walked behind the lab table, his gaze first falling on Jemin. "Your mental strength is stable; it seems you're maintaining a good condition. I heard about your performance on that battlefield in the Giant Spirit Realm; you did well. It seems you haven't relaxed your accumulation of knowledge."
“Yes, mentor.” Jemin replied respectfully, accepting his mentor’s praise.
Clark nodded in agreement.
He then got straight to the point, calmly adding details to Jemin's account that hadn't been discussed in the meeting: "You should already have the core of the information His Excellency Norren brought. Let me give you a detailed account of the situation at the front."
"The front line is divided into two parts. The first battlefield is personally overseen by the level nine masters, and its target is those powerful planes with level nine beings that are enough to threaten the foundation of wizards."
He paused, picked up a crystal on the table that was shimmering with unstable energy and played with it casually, and continued, "Therefore, in theory, you will not encounter level nine beings in the second-line battlefield you are about to go to."
"After the initial 'sorting' by the main force on the front line, the upper limit of the remaining resistance force level has been locked, and there are usually level eight wizards stationed in the rear area to ensure that there will not be an extreme situation where the entire combat unit is wiped out instantly by unknown risks."
Jemin listened attentively; this largely matched his previous assumptions.
In large-scale wars, the high-level forces check and balance each other, and the tasks of clearing out the miscellaneous troops and occupying secondary areas naturally fall to the core and reserve forces.
“However,” Mentor Clark’s tone shifted, his eyes sharpening, “don’t let your guard down. Every plane marked as an ‘Elite Trial Ground’ that requires elite combat units to handle is a tough nut to crack.”
"They may not have top-tier experts, but they must have their own unique and troublesome aspects—it could be an extremely harsh environment with bizarre rules, a curse or plague that is difficult to eradicate, or a native creature with some special talent that is extremely difficult to eliminate."
"The protection provided by an eighth-level wizard is limited to the strategic level. They cannot and will not concern themselves with the life or death of each individual. If someone is unlucky or unprepared and falls, they can only blame themselves for their lack of skill."
“I understand, mentor.” Jemin nodded solemnly.
He was well aware of the cruelty of war, and that it was the most foolish thing to entrust one's safety to the protection of others.
Being strong and having plenty of resources are the keys to survival.
Seeing that Jeming's eyes were clear and showed no sign of luck or fear, Clark's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction.
He put down the crystal and gave a final instruction: "As members of the elite unit, you will receive more generous resource allocations and higher privileges than ordinary wizards."
"But with rights come responsibilities, and the level of danger you face will inevitably increase. Before you set off, try to improve your survival skills as much as possible, whether it's your physical strength or... those interesting little gadgets of yours." He glanced at Jemin.
“Yes, I will.” Jemin nodded again.
"Alright, you can go now." Clark waved his hand, indicating that Jemin could leave.
After bowing, Jemin turned around and was about to take a step when he felt someone quietly tug at the corner of his clothes.
Viola shrank her neck, winked at him, and mouthed for help, trying to slip away with him.
However, Clark's deep voice rang out: "Viola."
Viola froze, slowly turned around, and forced an incredibly obedient smile onto her face: "Teacher..."
“I heard,” Clark’s expression remained calm, but the air around him seemed to instantly become heavier, “that you’ve been calling me ‘old man’ lately?”
Viola's eyes widened in shock: "How did you know?!"
Then she immediately realized what she meant and shook her head vigorously: "No! Absolutely not! Teacher, you must have misheard!"
While denying it, she frantically winked at Jemin, hoping he would speak up for her.
Jemin gave her a helpless look, shrugged slightly, and then closed the office door without hesitation, his expression showing a hint of pity.
In the last instant the door closed, he glimpsed that Viola's beautiful silver-gray hair seemed to have lost some of its luster in despair.
The door panel blocked the view, but it couldn't completely block the sound.
Clark's deep, emotionless voice faintly drifted over: "I heard you think you're already a qualified sixth-level wizard? Come, let me see how well you've mastered the rules of 'pain'."
"Wait! Teacher! How...how could you know the rules of pain?! Isn't that my area of research?!" Viola's voice was filled with disbelief and terror. "Isn't your main area of research fate?!"
"This kind of thing..." Professor Clark's tone was as calm as stating the equation of one plus one, "You'll understand it after just one glance."
"No!!!"
Viola's piercing screams were muffled by the heavy door, but they still made Jemin outside the door involuntarily shudder.
He silently mourned for his senior for half a second, thinking to himself, "It seems that the possibility of Senior Viola surpassing her mentor in the short term is infinitely close to zero."
Come to think of it, although he and Viola are both known as "geniuses," didn't Professor Clark himself rise to the top by standing on the shoulders of countless geniuses?
True strength never stands still.
Ignoring the potential "tragedy" in the office behind him, Jemin used the teleportation array within the academy to return directly to his laboratory in the Erosian plane.
The moment I set foot on this land, my personal communicator started vibrating.
Jemin glanced down and saw it was a message from Dean Avery Knight.
Jemin dared not delay and immediately rushed to the Noren 147 Academy in the Erosian plane according to the requirements in the information.
It's still a conference room, but much smaller.
The people present were no longer the mixed group of low-level wizards from Academy 13, but rather the senior instructors from Academy 147, as well as outstanding students who had graduated and achieved certain accomplishments over the centuries since the academy's founding. It was truly the essence of Noren Academy in Elosia.
Dean Avery Knight stood on the stage, still with his usual calm and capable demeanor.
Without much pleasantries, he went straight to the point: "Gentlemen, you have likely already received the messages from Lord Norren and your respective channels. I will not elaborate further on the Federation's strategic decision to establish elite combat units. Now, on behalf of the Academy, I announce two specific arrangements that are closely related to all of you present here."
"First, all wizards selected to join the elite combat units will be automatically relieved of their regular duties within the academy. Your future battlefields will be in the vast universe, in those planes that require elites to explore or defend. You will no longer need to concern yourselves with the regular teaching and management affairs within the academy."
“However,” Dean Avery emphasized, “even if you no longer hold teaching positions, you will still enjoy the same benefits as the academy’s instructors. Specifically, lower-level wizards will have longer intervals between missions and rest periods, while higher-level wizards will enjoy shorter mandatory service periods or rotation cycles. Norren Academy 147 has been operating smoothly for hundreds of years, and its daily operations will be maintained by successors. You can proceed with peace of mind.”
This brought smiles to the faces of many elite wizards present who were also teachers, as it meant they could devote more energy to improving their strength and undertaking more challenging research tasks without being bogged down in trivial matters.
"Secondly," Dean Avery continued, "given that the Erosian plane has undergone nearly a thousand years of continuous transformation and construction, its ecological environment and energy concentration have become stable and optimized, the Norren Academy's foundation for rule is solid, and its facilities are complete."
"With the approval of the Norren Workshop, effective immediately, the 'Elosia Plane' is officially renamed 'Norren Plane 147'. This means that it has been fully integrated into the core territory of our Norren Workshop system."
The name change may seem like just a formality, but the meaning behind it is far from insignificant.
This marks the complete end of the exploration phase for this plane and its entry into a new stage of stable development and in-depth exploitation, with its strategic position and resource value officially recognized.
After announcing these two decisions, Dean Avery Knight decisively ended the meeting and left, leaving everyone in the conference room to digest the information and exchange ideas.
Jemin pondered the impact of these two changes on himself.
Resigning from his teaching position suited him perfectly. Although as a logistics department, he wouldn't have many students most of the time, at least he could focus more on managing his Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
This allows him to focus on optimizing his own system and preparing for the upcoming second-line battlefield missions.
The renaming of the plane means that the security and stability here have been further improved, and his base camp is more reliable.
He had just stood up with the crowd, preparing to leave the conference room, when a slightly familiar yet somewhat distant voice called out his name from behind:
"Jermin!"
Jemin paused, then turned to look.
There stood a tall wizard, dressed in a standard gray robe, whose face was much more mature than he remembered, and whose eyes still held an arrogant air.
It's David.
(End of this chapter)
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