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

Chapter 599 Negotiation

Once the high-ranking wizards from both sides entered the palace, those outside could no longer discern what was happening inside.

At that moment, Jemin's Magic Network terminal vibrated.

He looked down and saw that the intelligence sent by the artificial intelligence was pouring in, each piece of information carefully compiled.

From the political structure and power system of the parallel world to the history of civilization development and the current crisis, everything was categorized and presented clearly, like an academic paper. He quickly browsed through the text and gained a general understanding of the parallel wizard civilization before him.

Just as Jemin had predicted in his conversation with Dean Avery Knight, the wizarding civilization in this parallel world did not have level nine wizards. After all, the wizarding civilization had already established a treaty regarding the protection of knowledge after that "first" person achieved level nine.

It can be said that the later wizards enjoyed far better conditions in all aspects than the wizard civilizations of parallel worlds.

Even under relatively favorable conditions, a level nine wizard cannot be created, so the possibility of achieving level nine in more adverse environments is extremely low. Moreover, the difficulty of becoming a level nine wizard is extremely high. Apart from those nine level nine wizards, it is questionable whether anyone else in the wizarding civilization has the qualifications to achieve level nine.

Therefore, Jemin had already anticipated the information that there were no level nine wizards in the parallel world.

But it wasn't until he saw the detailed data analysis that he understood what it meant.

A civilization without a level nine wizard in charge is like a giant beast without fangs in the endless chaotic void.

Although it can be considered powerful, it does not possess overwhelming strength.

However, the wizards' expansionist nature remained unchanged. When they expanded to a certain extent, the wizard civilization in the parallel world encountered an unprecedented backlash. The surrounding civilizations, their great enemies, united and squeezed the civilization's space from all directions.

The war has never stopped.

In this parallel world, every generation of wizards is born on the battlefield, grows up on the battlefield, and dies on the battlefield.

Knowledge is passed down in the flames of war, and it is also lost in the flames of war.

Those profound technical theories that require long periods of quiet study have been simplified into the most direct killing techniques.

Those experiments that required several generations to complete were interrupted by war.

Those precious books that recorded the wisdom of the ancients were reduced to ashes in the struggles and wars between wizards.

Survival became the sole objective of this wizarding civilization.

Jemin looked up at the palace that was floating in the void.

The silvery-white walls reflected a cold light under the starlight, their perfect geometric shapes forming a stark contrast to the distorted warships opposite.

An aura emanated from within the palace, as both sides subconsciously displayed their power, tested each other's limits, and vied for control over every clause. Even through the palace walls, this aura caused the surrounding void to tremble slightly.

The negotiations did not seem to go smoothly, but judging from the frequency of those fluctuations in their demeanor, neither side intended to overturn the table.

Jemin and the wizards around him waited patiently.

After an unknown amount of time, the palace doors finally opened.

Four hundred level-eight wizards stepped out first, their steps unhurried, their faces showing varying degrees of satisfaction.

Next came the hundred or so level-eight wizards from the parallel world, whose expressions were far more complex.

Some were relieved, some were unwilling, and some had something in their eyes that Jieming couldn't understand.

Felix and the other three artificial intelligences appeared in the void, their voices echoing across the entire battlefield.

"An agreement has been reached. The four major powers have pledged not to wage a war of extermination, to adopt a civilization integration plan, and to fully accept the wizard civilization of the parallel world." A low murmur of discussion echoed in the void.

The wizards from the four major factions nodded slightly; this outcome was within their expectations.

Meanwhile, on the opposing warship, the gaunt-faced wizards were thrown into even deeper turmoil.

Felix continued, "Before the civilizations merge, both sides need to find their counterparts and engage in one-on-one battles. The loser voluntarily signs a soul contract to serve as the winner's research assistant."

As soon as the words were spoken, cheers that had been suppressed for a long time erupted from the camps of the four major forces.

The high-ranking wizards were eager to get started. Some were stretching their muscles, some were checking their equipment, and others had already begun using their mental energy to scan the distorted warships opposite them, looking for possible counterparts.

Isn't this the moment they've been waiting for to attend this party?

An individual sharing the same roots as myself, and a research assistant with whom I can mutually verify and promote each other.

On the opposing warships, however, the scene was quite different.

The gaunt-faced wizards looked at each other, their madness replaced by anger and terror.

The term "research assistant" did not exist in their minds; they only knew slaves... and experimental subjects.

Some were angry, some were desperate, and some trembled as they tried to rush to the other side, but were held down by their companions.

But after the brief period of chaos, many more people fell silent.

They looked at their elegantly dressed, steady-breathing counterparts opposite them, at the four war machines radiating terrifying power, and at the level eight wizards in the sky whom they could never reach...

In the end, they silently accepted this outcome.

This is not what they want, but it's what they can get.

Jemin stood at the edge of the flagship, his gaze sweeping over the figures on the warships.

Most people had accepted reality and appeared extremely dejected, but a small number of them had shifty eyes, seemingly lost in thought. Jemin memorized these faces.

Over the next few days, the entire void transformed into a massive construction site.

The wizards of the Void Architecture Institute led the construction of the "Duel Arena".

It was a colossal structure suspended in the endless chaotic void, made entirely of silvery-white metal, its surface covered with folded geometric runes.

Its interior space has been folded countless times. From the outside, it looks like a building with a diameter of tens of kilometers, but the actual interior space is enough to accommodate thousands of battles at the same time.

The wizards of the Star Ring Federation were responsible for the energy supply, connecting a portion of the quantum entanglement flagship's power to the core of the arena.

The wizards of the Crimson Court were in charge of the barrier, cultivating a living protective shield around the dueling arena to absorb any spillover attack shockwaves. The wizards of the Anti-Entropy Alliance were responsible for rule-making, implanting a completely fair set of "laws" inside the dueling arena.

Any participant who enters will be suppressed to the same level, the same physical strength, and the same mental strength.

"We will ensure relative fairness," an eighth-level wizard from the Anti-Entropy Alliance announced.

The wizards of the four major factions had no objection to this.

For them, the real advantage lies in knowledge and their understanding of the nature of power, qualities that don't disappear simply because their rank is suppressed. Meanwhile, the wizards from the parallel world opposite them, upon hearing this rule, displayed even more complex expressions.

Standing at the edge of the flagship, Jemin watched the dueling arena taking shape, silently plotting his plan.

He was basically certain that he probably didn't have a counterpart, but this grand event itself was a rare and precious opportunity.

The battles of high-ranking wizards are rarely perceived by low-ranking wizards; every move they make is a manifestation of knowledge.

If you look at it carefully and study it diligently, you will gain just as much as from any other research.

Soon, as the final component of the dueling arena was installed, a silvery-white light shone from the building's surface, illuminating the entire void. Felix's voice rang out again, calm and solemn: "The dueling arena is ready. The search for counterparts will begin tomorrow." Cheers erupted like a tidal wave from the camps of the four major factions.

On the opposing warship, the withered-faced wizards raised their heads, gazing at the magnificent structure, the madness in their eyes gradually fading. In its place remained a long-lost feeling, something called "weariness."

Some wizards sighed, and even suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Although that research assistant didn't sound very reliable, at least... it was better than dying on the battlefield.