Chapter 633 - 538: Differences in Tasks and Methods of Rule
Chapter 633: Chapter 538: Differences in Tasks and Methods of Rule
Purgatory Sulfur Plane, in the study of the core laboratory, Jeming was immersed in a sea of knowledge.
Dozens of Memory Crystals floated around him, and Jeming’s Spiritual Power, like countless tentacles, simultaneously reached into these crystals, greedily absorbing the knowledge contained within.
This had been his norm for the past year.
After the war ended, he had almost locked himself in the study.
Every day, apart from necessary rest and cultivation, all remaining time was spent filling the gaps in his knowledge.
As for progress, there was indeed progress.
It’s just that the time was too short, and indeed not much progress could be made.
While he was concentrating on calculating a part of the formulas, the Magic Network Terminal on his wrist suddenly vibrated.
Jeming frowned slightly, diverting a strand of Spiritual Power into the terminal, and seeing the message on it, he was slightly stunned.
[Emergency Task Notification]
[Issuing Unit: Nolun Workshop Central Command]
[Task Content: Assist in receiving "Els Plane" under Chaos Secret Sect. A total of seventeen personnel have gathered through the Teleportation Array. Please arrive at the specified coordinates by 18:00 today to complete the handover.]
[Task Level: Low Level]
[Task Reward: Basic Low Level Military Merits, additional rewards based on reception progress]
Jeming looked at the time on the terminal.
17:32.
He was stunned for a while before realizing a problem: a year?
Without realizing it, a whole year had passed?
Jeming put down the Memory Crystal in his hand and stood up to stretch his slightly stiff neck.
This year went by far too fast, so fast that he almost couldn’t feel the passage of time.
As his level increased, his perception of time began to change gradually, now feeling almost like he was in seclusion, unaware of the years.
Jeming opened the Magic Network Terminal and browsed through the Workshop’s internal information channel.
Indeed, it wasn’t just him.
Throughout the Nolun Workshop, almost all idle Official Wizards received similar tasks—to head to the various planes that had been allocated and assist in the reception work.
These planes used to belong to the Chaos Secret Sect and Tower of Annihilation, but according to the terms of defeat, they all now belonged to Nolun Workshop.
Although those two forces had crazily transferred most resources and population over the year, due to their immense size, numerous remnants were inevitable.
And these remaining planes became the targets that the Workshop needed to receive.
"Reception task..." Jeming sighed, packed up the surrounding Memory Crystals, "Looks like I’ll have to go out for a bit."
He brought up the task details and glanced at the basic information of Els Plane.
[Els Plane]
[Type: Small Agricultural Plane]
[Area: Approximately 320 million square kilometers]
[Population: Approximately 800 million]
[Resource Evaluation: Low (exhausted by Chaos Secret Sect)]
[Reception Difficulty: Estimated to be low]
[Note: This plane was ruled by Chaos Secret Sect for about three hundred years, with a feudal theocracy system. Reception personnel should be aware of possible cognitive biases among local people.]
After Jeming finished reading, he nodded slightly.
A small plane, lacking resources, and the rule didn’t last long—three hundred years might be several generations for mortals, but for Wizards, it’s merely a blink of an eye.
Overall, this task shouldn’t be too challenging.
He casually organized his personal belongings and stepped onto the teleportation array within the palace.
Coordinates input, light activated.
In the next moment, his figure disappeared from the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
The weightlessness of teleportation lasted only a moment.
When Jeming was once again grounded, he instinctively scanned his surroundings to confirm the safety of the environment.
However, this scan froze him in place.
Surrounding the teleportation array, the ground was densely packed with kneeling people.
The number was astonishing, numbering in the thousands, stretching out as far as the eye could see!
Men, women, the elderly, children...
They wore coarse linen clothes, their faces showing fear and reverence.
Upon seeing the Wizards teleported over, they neatly knelt on the ground, creating a dark sea of humanity like an overturned crowd!
The scene was so overwhelming that Jeming didn’t respond for a moment.
And beside him, among the dozen or so Wizards who teleported together, someone even reflexively cast Protective Magic.
The pale blue Energy Shield suddenly unfolded, enveloping an area of several meters in radius.
"What’s going on?!"
"Ambush?!"
"Wait, it’s not an enemy, these are civilians..."
After a brief chaos, the Wizards finally saw the situation clearly.
Those kneeling people were indeed civilians.
No weapons, no Energy fluctuations, no hostility, only deep fear and awe.
Jeming took a deep breath, suppressing the surprise within, his gaze falling on the person kneeling at the front.
It was a middle-aged male dressed relatively elegantly, sporting a neatly trimmed goatee and wearing a peculiar pointed hat, seemingly some kind of local official or priest.
He knelt at the very front, head bowed low, nearly touching the ground.
Jeming raised his hand to signal his colleagues to remain calm, then stepped forward and asked in the most composed tone possible:
"Who are you? What’s going on here?"
The middle-aged male, hearing the voice, trembled slightly but dared not raise his head, only answering with a trembling voice:
"Respected Saint sir... I am the governor of the central province of Els Plane, ordered to lead representatives from various places to welcome the arrival of the esteemed Saints..."
Saints?
Jeming pinched the bridge of his nose.
He had never heard of this term.