Cultivating in the Wizard World

Chapter 643: Chapter 545: News of a New Plane War

Forty years later.

In the study of the core laboratory on the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Jeming was sitting in front of his desk in an extremely disheveled posture.

He had a scruffy beard and messy hair.

His eyes were slightly sunken, and the Wizard Robe on him was wrinkled like a rag pulled out from some corner.

His Spiritual Power plunged into the Magic Network Terminal, swiftly shuttling through the vast information stream, searching for various knowledge and matters related to "information," while muttering to himself:

"Information, information, information..."

He looked just like a crazed researcher obsessed with his studies.

However, Jeming was convinced he wasn’t insane. The reason he was doing this was simply an attempt to convey his needs to the Magic Net.

Jeming called this method the "Big Data Guidance Method."

The inspiration came from the internet big data collection in his past life memories.

He knew that Felix, the Artificial Intelligence of the Magic Net of the Star Ring Federation, wouldn’t actively eavesdrop on wizards’ knowledge—after all, such actions would violate the treaty of the Star Orbit Arbitration Court, and even with ten times the courage, Felix wouldn’t dare.

But if a wizard leaves all kinds of "action traces" on the Magic Net, these traces would be recorded.

Search records, browsing paths, preferences, duration of stay... It’s no different from the network in his past life.

And this was exactly what Jeming wanted.

He hoped that through these traces, Felix would "understand" his extraordinary interest in information-related knowledge and then assign him to a Plane related to information knowledge in the next round of forced conscription.

As for whether it would succeed... Jeming maintained an optimistic attitude about it.

After all, he specifically checked his Second Level Cultivation Agreement and the Elite Combat Unit’s Cultivation Agreement and confirmed they indeed contained clauses about assisting related wizards.

Although not detailed, the treaties did mention guiding wizards in a beneficial direction whenever possible.

As for why he had to go about it in such a roundabout way...

Jeming sighed and rubbed his temples.

In these years, he had crazily studied knowledge about fate and destiny.

The mutual verification and support of knowledge from two worlds should logically result in rapid progress.

But the fact proved that the difficulty of this kind of knowledge was not exaggerated.

He had previously thought he was close to getting started and could already hear the sound of waves from inside the door.

But after studying for more than ten years, he realized he was still at a beginner’s level, not even crossing the threshold.

Compared to decades ago, his knowledge level in all aspects had significantly increased, yet the gap remained huge.

Jeming had also doubted if there was a problem with his study method, but each time he consulted Professor Clark, the professor always said, "It’s normal. That’s how the Destiny Element is. You’ll get used to it after a few hundred years of study."

Get used to it...

Jeming shook his head with a wry smile.

Considering the impending signs of the next forced Plane War, he had to turn his attention to the new Plane Battlefield.

That’s why he looked like this now.

During each break from study, he would search for related intelligence on the Magic Net.

Jeming was about to continue his "information trace" endeavor when the Magic Network Terminal suddenly vibrated.

Communication request.

He glanced at the caller ID and immediately sat up straight.

Professor Clark.

Connecting the communication, the light screen lit up, revealing Clark’s ever-expressionless face.

The professor looked at him, scanning him from head to toe.

Only then did Jeming realize how terrible his current appearance was.

Scruffy beard, messy hair, looking like he had been huddled in the laboratory for decades without stepping outside—even though that was indeed the case.

He instinctively reached out to smooth his hair.

A strand of Alchemy light flashed by, and the originally frizzed hair instantly became smooth and tidy, with the stubble on his face disappearing completely.

Clark watched this move, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

"It seems you indeed haven’t been wasting time," he said, "Even though you haven’t mastered the Destiny Element, your Alchemy has reached the level where it can affect more complex protein structures."

Jeming lowered his head respectfully: "It was the methods concerning information collection and processing in the Destiny Element knowledge that benefited me greatly."

This wasn’t false modesty.

Though he hadn’t mastered the Destiny Element knowledge yet, the things he learned over these years wouldn’t become invalid just because he hadn’t mastered it.

The theories and methods on information collection and processing, even if it was just a scratch, were enough to have effects in other fields.

The most evident being Alchemy.

Originally, due to insufficient Calculation Power, his Alchemy had always stuck at a bottleneck, unable to advance.

In those complex operations requiring the simultaneous handling of thousands of variables, he was always unable to manage everything.

But after mastering more efficient information processing methods, this problem was solved with ease.

Now he could handle more variables with the same amount of energy and complete more complex operations in a shorter time. Naturally, his Alchemy level improved.

The startup speed and maintenance time of the Light Divinity Transformation also improved a lot.

The information processing precision of the Cause and Effect Tracing Technique had also greatly improved compared to before.

However, Jeming did not elaborate on these details.

He knew that Clark had contacted him proactively, definitely not to listen to these trivial progress reports.

"Professor, did you want something from me?"

Clark nodded: "I checked the time, and you’re almost at the point where you’ll be urgently conscripted."

Jeming was taken aback, then nodded, "Yes, according to the agreement, it should be in ten years."

"This time you’ll go early," Clark said.

Jeming looked at him quizzically.

Clark’s expression remained unchanged, but there was a rare trace of warmth in his tone: "A few days ago, an old friend of mine consulted me. They have found a rather special Plane, and I believe the situation in this Plane suits you well at the moment."

He paused, "Gaining familiarity with the related knowledge will be beneficial for you."

Upon hearing this, Jeming’s eyes lit up.

"Really?"

Clark nodded: "Due to confidentiality agreements, I can’t disclose specifics now. But he will initiate a conscription of an Elite Combat Unit in five years. You may accept the combat conscription and go directly."

Jeming took a deep breath, then solemnly lowered his head: "Understood. Thank you, Professor."

Clark looked at him and rarely smiled...although it was just a slight twitch of the lips.

"No need to thank me," he said, "Your stronger information processing ability makes things easier for me too."

With that, the communication ended.

The light screen dimmed.

The instant the communication ended, Jeming shot up from his spot.

He literally shot up.

His entire body sprung up from the desk, doing a spin in the air.

After steadying himself, he took a deep breath, then another, finally managing to suppress the urge to burst into hearty laughter.