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

Information revealed indirectly in Chapter 760

The black giant priests arrived quickly after receiving the order.

At Jemin's request, they did not rush to separate it, but instead first modeled the surrounding environment.

Jemin squatted down next to the energy device, his fingers gently touching the edge of the outer shell, his all-seeing eye peeling away layer by layer the almost eerie coating structure on the inner wall of the instrument.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly approached from behind.

He didn't even need to turn around to know who was coming.

On the entire battlefield, Viola was the only one who could walk with such smugness yet feign composure.

"The interrogation results are in!"

Viola stopped behind him, her hands behind her back, her chin slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth almost reaching her ears. She exuded an air of satisfaction.

"Just as we guessed, this group of octopus-faced people is only a small unit within their civilization. The main force of the entire octopus-people civilization has been divided into dozens or even hundreds of small teams, each carrying out different missions and scattered across several areas. However, they are all very stubborn, and there are restrictions on their souls, making it difficult to obtain useful information in a short period of time."

She paused deliberately at this point, looking at Jemin with sparkling eyes, as if waiting for him to ask further questions.

But Ke Jieming just squatted in place and hummed in agreement, his eyes never leaving the instrument.

Seeing this, Viola didn't seem to mind and simply continued speaking:

"But thanks to how scared that leader was, I managed to pry the coordinates of a multi-race alliance's stronghold out of him," Viola said, her tone tinged with amusement.

But then, as if remembering something, she shrugged, a hint of disappointment in her voice:

"Unfortunately, the combat strength of that stronghold is clearly beyond our ability to handle. There are over a hundred level-eight creatures stationed there, and the defense system is very complete. We can't take it down by force. We can only report it to the Star Ring Federation and sell the coordinates."

"But even if we're just selling information, we can still get a lot of money."

Viola began to casually calculate, her slender fingers tapping in the air as if fiddling with an invisible calculator. "The proceeds from selling the coordinates, plus the other spoils of war, should be enough to cover the entire early to mid-stage renovation of this plane. Integrating the plane's essence into my solidified domain of laws, restoring the surface ecosystem, building the foundation for the wizard's tower... and maybe we'll even have some scraps left over to replace the lab equipment while we're at it."

She spoke more and more fluently and proudly, her eyes and brows brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

But as she continued talking, she noticed that Jemin didn't seem to react at all.

Viola's smile faltered for a moment as her thoughts finally shifted from her own calculations back to Jemin.

"Did you... find something good?"

She narrowed her eyes, and her tone changed from smug to scrutinizing.

Jemin did not hide anything.

He stood up, stepped aside, and fully displayed the half-person-high, dark gray cube-shaped instrument behind him to Viola.

The instrument casing still had no markings, and the non-reflective dark gray coating on the surface was so inconspicuous that it was almost inconspicuous under the dim light of the factory's emergency lighting.

Viola glanced at it casually at first.

But the next moment, she seemed to realize something, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She didn't say anything, but took two steps forward and placed her palm on the outer shell of the instrument.

The gray-white solidified domain of laws then silently unfolded, slowly seeping into every inch of the instrument's internal structure.

Then, her expression changed, as if she had witnessed a treasure that should have belonged to her being picked up on the spot.

She instinctively clutched her chest, took a half-step back, and her face clearly showed four words: heartbroken and indignant.

When Jemin saw her expression, his eyes lit up.

According to the rules among wizards, loot is something that belongs to whoever finds it unless both of them have contributed.

Moreover, Viola had already implicitly agreed that everything discovered on the surface would be his reward when she asked him to handle the battlefield.

Her current expression is practically telling him through her face...

The value of this item was so great that Viola began to regret what she had just said.

His initial judgment immediately rose even higher.

After the initial excitement, Jemin realized that this thing was most likely some kind of energy extraction technology that he couldn't detect.

After all, level nine creations were too far removed from his reach; it was just a thought that came to mind casually just now.

But judging from Viola's reaction now, could it be...?

"Senior, this thing wouldn't happen to be...?"

Jemin tentatively spoke.

"That's right... a level nine creation."

Viola practically spat out those words through gritted teeth, yet each syllable was crystal clear.

She looked up at Jieming, her eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"You can't tell the difference now, but once you advance to level six and have a solidified law domain, you'll be able to tell the difference immediately upon contact with this thing... Damn it, why are you my junior brother? I wish you were some unknown wizard!"

She took a deep breath, and her voice finally calmed down.

"The logic behind this thing is indeed creating something out of nothing."

"Only level nine beings can permanently imbue creations with this conceptual-level effect."

Jemin was already mentally prepared, but when Viola confirmed it herself, he still couldn't help but gasp.

So, this unassuming, half-human-sized device is actually the highest-level creation from the wizarding world he's encountered since his transmigration. "This... the scale of this multi-race alliance is simply too grand."

Jemin glanced at the Black Giant Priest beside him, who had already indicated that the environmental modeling was complete, and while speaking, he carefully detached the instrument from the power supply link and held it in his hands.

"Based on the information you just obtained during interrogation, this should only be considered a small unit. It's not even a stronghold; it's just one of the hundreds of small units that were broken off from the entire civilization... And yet they're carrying a level nine artifact?"

His tone carried a mixture of barely suppressed emotion and genuine shock.

"In the Star Ring Federation... wouldn't only an eighth-level True Name Wizard have the authority to apply for and receive this? Do they have so many ninth-level lifeforms that they're bored out of their minds?"

He made a final, subconscious complaint, and was about to put the device back into his inner space when he noticed that Viola didn't respond.

He looked up and noticed that the heartbroken look on his senior's face had completely disappeared.

Instead, a seriousness and silence rarely appeared on her face.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her brows furrowed slightly, her silver-gray eyes fixed on the instrument.

But he was clearly no longer feeling sorry that the item had gone to Jemin; he was thinking about something deeper.

Jemin felt a slight tightening in his chest.

He had known Viola for millennia, seen her pretentiousness, her gloating, her malice, and her smugness. But the number of times she had truly been serious enough to fall silent could be counted on one hand.

"Senior?"

He tentatively called out.

Viola seemed to snap out of her thoughts at that moment.

She lowered her arms from her chest and slowly walked to the factory's porthole, looking through the broken window frame at the still-smoking battlefield outside. Under the pale purple sky, black smoke continued to rise slowly in the distance, like streaks of wound that had not yet faded.

"The possibility you mentioned is not nonexistent."

Finally, she spoke, her tone flat, without the usual teasing tone at the end.

Jemin blinked, not immediately realizing which sentence she was referring to.

A few seconds later, he realized that Viola was referring to his half-joking remark from earlier:

"Do they have so many level nine beings that they're bored out of their minds?"

His expression changed from blank to serious.

Viola did not immediately continue to explain.

She simply gazed quietly at the distant sky, seemingly organizing various pieces of information.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:

"I haven't been to the front lines, so I don't know the specifics."

"But some information can still be roughly deduced by combining it with known data."

She turned around, her back to the pale purple light of the sky outside the porthole, half of her face in shadow, making her expression appear exceptionally serene.

"The exact number of Level 8 wizards in the wizarding civilization has never been publicly disclosed. However, based on what I know, the known Level 8 wizards in the Star Ring Federation alone exceed ten million."

"Including the Crimson Royal Court, the Void Architecture Institute, and the Anti-Entropy Alliance, the total number of Level 8 wizards among the four major forces is conservatively estimated to be over 50 million. Even if more than half of them stay within the Wizarding Civilization's territory, the number of Level 8 wizards available for deployment on the front lines is still over 20 million. And the Wizarding Civilization has eight Level 9 wizards on the front lines."

Viola took a soft breath.

"In total, each of them has more than two million level eight wizards under their command."

"And that doesn't even include the far greater number of level seven wizards compared to level eight. They serve as support and are also a crucial link on the battlefield." Jemin stood still and listened quietly.

Viola's words were not exaggerated, but that's precisely why they sounded so heavy.

She glanced at him and continued:

"The multi-race alliance is the weakest of the three main enemies of the wizarding civilization in the endless chaotic void."

"Even so, they are now on the front lines, facing at least two legions led by level nine wizards simultaneously."

She didn't finish her sentence.

But Jemin already understood everything.

The two level-nine wizards each commanded over two million level-eight wizards and hundreds of millions of level-seven wizards.

In a war of this scale, even if the multi-race alliance is likely to be at a disadvantage, and might even be routed, the fact that this force has survived for so long without being completely wiped out by the wizarding civilization demonstrates its formidable fighting power. Even a large number of level eight creatures wouldn't be able to withstand a sea of ​​level eight wizards for so long, let alone the presence of level nine wizards. Therefore… the number of level nine creatures possessed by the multi-race alliance far exceeds their previous understanding.

This machine can also verify this idea from another perspective.

After all, even a small unit that was broken up and sent to a remote star sector to do odd jobs could carry around a level nine artifact.

This means that for the multi-race alliance, level nine artifacts are probably not their most prized possessions, but rather standard equipment that can be mass-produced and distributed to the grassroots units.

This conclusion is more alarming than the instrument itself.

This also completely overturned Jemin's entire understanding of the distribution of top-level combat power in the endless chaotic void.