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

Chapter 778 Time Difference and Meetings

Order has been restored to the teleportation plaza.

The alchemists responsible for maintaining the magic array had already gathered around the smoldering teleportation array, beginning to inspect the damaged rune array. Jemin glanced at it, confirming that only a portion of the energy loop was overloaded and the spatial anchor point wasn't damaged, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least, the cost wouldn't be too high.

He was just about to walk toward the college's conference hall when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Jay...Ming?"

Jemin turned around.

Not far away, a young man dressed in a black wizard's robe was waving in their direction.

Bill Ring Black.

The soul-elemental genius who entered Norren Academy in the same year as him is now his largest distributor of liquid adamantite within the Norren workshop. A slight smile appeared on Jemin's face.

"Blake".

Blake walked over quickly.

"What a coincidence, I thought I had mistaken you for someone else."

However, the moment Blake opened his mouth, Jemin suddenly paused.

Because... it's too slow.

Blake's lips slowly opened, each word seeming to be stretched out as it was slowly uttered.

"How...are...you...doing...recently...?"

The sound wasn't distorted, it was just incredibly slow.

Even Blake's gesture of raising his hand to greet someone seemed to be slowed down several times over.

As Jemin stood there waiting, a strange feeling involuntarily arose in his heart.

Hurry up.

Faster.

The speed was so fast that he almost couldn't help but want to say the second half of the sentence for the other person.

However, he immediately realized what was going on as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

It wasn't that Blake slowed down, but that he himself sped up.

To be precise.

The fundamental difference lies in how the two sides perceive the passage of time.

A look of realization flashed across Jemin's eyes.

The greatest transformation for a level six wizard is not merely the solidification of the law domain, nor is it merely the spiritual sea.

The real leap occurs at the entire level of life.

As the realm of solidified laws advances, Jemin's life level also grows rapidly.

After hundreds of years of accumulation, coupled with his breakthrough in his true form, his thinking speed now far surpasses that of a level four or five wizard. Therefore, in his perception, Blake appears so slow.

In the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, Jemin had only encountered level six creatures like the Black Giant Priest, so he didn't feel much of a difference. Thinking of this, Jemin deliberately slowed his thought process, and the feeling of time stretching out finally lessened considerably. "Things have been pretty good lately."

He answered with a smile, his powerful computing ability allowing him to ensure that he spoke as fast as Blake.

"The experiment went smoothly."

Blake smiled. "I heard you've developed a talent enhancement technology? When I establish my own family in the future, don't refuse my offer!" "Of course."

Jemin nodded.

"We've also received a lot of help from you over the years with the liquid gold."

It's simply a matter of mutual benefit.

Blake waved his hand.

"Speaking of which, you're one of the most famous people in the academy now."

The two chatted casually as they walked toward the conference hall.

Throughout the process, Jemin deliberately slowed down his thinking speed.

Even so, he still needs to constantly remind himself to be patient.

Blake's words, once spoken, were, in his subjective perception, enough for him to ponder over a dozen times.

This feeling is not pleasant.

But during this rather lengthy conversation, Jemin suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

No wonder.

No wonder most of the high-level wizards I've encountered along the way have been so indifferent to low-level wizards.

He used to think that it was just because the difference in strength between the two sides was too great.

Now that he has experienced it firsthand, he finally understands.

The root cause is time.

The world as seen by a high-level wizard is inherently much faster than that seen by a low-level wizard.

Communicating with a low-level wizard is like asking an ordinary person to patiently watch a video that has been slowed down dozens of times.

Every word requires waiting.

Every movement seemed to take a long time.

Furthermore, high-level wizards must consciously slow down their thinking and control their speaking speed in order for the other party to understand their meaning. This is undoubtedly a very patience-consuming task.

No wonder.

Despite the fact that the magic network terminal possesses real-time communication capabilities and is actually used by the high-ranking wizards who manage the academy, they prefer to send text messages directly. After all, text communication eliminates the time lag.

Thinking of this, Jemin suddenly smiled.

He thought of Senior Viola and Professor Clark; neither of them had ever shown the slightest impatience when they interacted with him. Viola, in particular, could even banter with him for half a day.

Looking back now, they were probably always voluntarily accommodating their own pace of life.

Thinking of this, Jieming felt a warmth in his heart.

The two arrived at the conference hall.

The enormous semicircular hall is large enough to accommodate thousands of people.

The tiered seating extended upwards in concentric circles, and the silver-white walls were inlaid with numerous mental amplification runes, with dozens of three-dimensional light screens floating in the center. At this moment, the entire hall was almost full.

Looking around, there were countless wizards.

In an ordinary civilization, these thousands of wizards would be enough to easily destroy several worlds.

But in the context of Norren Academy 147 today, it was just a routine meeting.

Jemin glanced around.

I felt a bit emotional.

When the academy was first established thousands of years ago, almost all the people sitting here were first or second-level wizards.

There are very few level three and four wizards.

Now, the lowest level wizards in the entire hall are level four wizards, and level five wizards make up a significant proportion of the population.

There are already dozens of level six wizards.

In just a few thousand years, Norren Academy No. 147 has truly grown into an important academy capable of stably training high-level wizards.

Jemin and Black nodded to each other, then each went to their own area.

As is customary, seating arrangements at meetings are based on the wizard's rank.

Level 4 and 5 wizards sat on the outer perimeter of the hall, while level 6 wizards were positioned at the very front.

Jemin sat down in his assigned spot.

Shortly after he sat down, the entire hall suddenly fell silent.

A figure slowly emerged from the high place.

Dean Avery Knight was still wearing a simple gray robe.

Although no pressure was released, the entire hall naturally fell silent when he stood there.

Dean Avery Knight scanned the room, and after confirming that everyone had arrived, he spoke directly without any further opening remarks: "My mandatory rest period is coming to an end."

Just one sentence caused a slight commotion in the entire hall.

Many level six wizards became serious.

Jemin was somewhat surprised, but then his expression returned to calm.

He wasn't entirely unprepared for this.

According to the regulations of the Star Ring Federation, a level seven wizard must undergo a mandatory 10,000-year rest period after completing a long-term frontline mission. However, if the wizard undertakes important responsibilities such as mentoring younger generations or building academies during the rest period, this period can be shortened by half.

Avery Knight's choice to establish Noren 147 Academy fell under this clause.

Now, five thousand years have passed, and his period of rest has officially ended.

A level seven wizard is qualified to enter the front lines of the wizarding civilization's battlefield.

There, they were responsible for carrying out various high-level missions and earning high-level military merits.

Although most of the time they undertake auxiliary tasks such as strategic support, plane stabilization, and law repair, each task often lasts for hundreds or even thousands of years.

Therefore, it is almost a certainty that Dean Avery Knight will be away from the college for an extended period of time.

Avery continued, "Thanks to everyone's efforts, the academy's development is on track. Even if I leave, it will not affect normal operations." "However, according to federal regulations, for security reasons, each academy must always retain at least one high-ranking combat unit stationed there." As he said this, his gaze slowly swept across the front row, finally settling on Jemin.

"Jamin, I've already informed Viola."

"From now on, the two of you will take turns being responsible for guarding the academy."

Jemin nodded. "Understood."

Inside the hall, many wizards wore expressions of "I knew it!"

The primary consideration for these garrison units is combat effectiveness.

Currently, only these two people in the entire academy are capable of consistently fulfilling this responsibility.

Avery paused, thought for a moment, and then added:

"If the [Martial God] Bert Vera Augusta Wizard advances to level six during this period, then the three of you will take turns guarding the position." Hearing this, many people nodded slightly.

Clearly, the academy's higher-ups also have high expectations for Miss Augusta's advancement to level six.

After finishing his report, Avery calmly surveyed the hall.

"Next, I will arrange the specific work of the college in the coming period..."