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

Chapter 560 New Spell Design

More than ten days later.

Jemin stood in front of the lab bench, surrounded by recording crystals and data reels.

These are the results produced by the special testing team over the past ten days.

The wizards conducted attack tests on tens of thousands of different materials and spells, and recorded all of them.

Looking at the results recorded in these data, Jemin couldn't help but smile. He was almost certain that his initial idea was correct.

The Magic Network terminal suddenly lit up.

[Summoned by Lord Martin]

Jemin raised an eyebrow, put away what he was holding, and turned to leave the laboratory.

It's still the same core camp, still the same three security checkpoints, still the same massive fortress with expanded space.

But this time, the atmosphere in the command room was noticeably more relaxed.

Martin remained seated in the main seat, and when he saw Jemin enter, he showed a rare smile.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's begin the meeting. As you've probably guessed, yes, the results of the experiment are in."

He waved his hand, and a dense array of data was projected into the air.

"Tens of thousands of different information materials were tested one by one." Martin's voice carried a hint of admiration. "In the end, it can be confirmed that, Jemin, your initial theory was completely correct."

Jemin's spirits lifted, and his gaze swept over the data.

All the test results pointed to the same conclusion—those informational beings highly valued logic and rules.

Any information that is clearly structured, logically rigorous, and conforms to rules is "friendly" to them.

Conversely, chaotic, disordered, and random information will trigger strong rejection.

"So what they advocate is..." Looking at the data, the word "entropy reduction" involuntarily popped into Jemin's mind.

"right."

Martin nodded: "That's our conclusion: entropy reduction. From chaos to order, from disorder to regularity. This isn't just what they prefer, it's more like the very essence of their existence."

"The reason these informational organisms can manipulate the underlying information of things is essentially because they are specific organisms that arise in environments with extreme entropy reduction. Therefore, an environment of extreme order is as essential to them as oxygen is to ordinary humans." He paused, then added, "According to test results, the more chaotic the information, the more they dislike it. Conversely, if they can maintain a state of entropy reduction, they won't care even if there are intruders."

Jemin understood.

This explains why those information beings usually "ignore" intruders.

As long as your information structure is orderly enough, it is "of the same kind" to them, or at least "harmless".

Once a battle begins, or if you remain in the plane for too long, causing excessive information to dissipate and become confused, they will immediately lock onto you.

"This race has great potential."

"Heart of Ash," Martin suddenly said, his tone clearly appreciative.

Upon hearing this, all the wizards present looked at the commander.

"I plan to incorporate them."

Jemin and the other high-ranking wizards were slightly taken aback, but then they realized what was happening.

This interdimensional war was originally initiated by Martin.

As an eighth-level wizard, he discovered this special plane and was naturally qualified to claim it as his own.

These informational beings possess such unique qualities—innate talent in the information realm, near-immortality, and an extreme pursuit of order—that they were indeed worthy of this high-ranking wizard's interest.

Leaving aside the other undiscovered traits of these information creatures, their existing traits alone, even if used merely as a data processing center, would generate enough benefits in the future to make many high-level wizards envious.

"But there's a problem." Martin changed the subject, looking at Jemin, "We don't have a way to really 'solve' them yet."

Jemin understood what he meant.

To annex a race, you either need to defeat them into submission or give them what they want.

The problem now is that we can't kill them by fighting, and we don't know what to give them—after all, their need for order is innate and doesn't need to be provided by outsiders.

Without the right methods to control the situation, there's no way to recruit them.

"So," Martin pointed at the magic network terminal, "from now on, I will issue missions to all expeditionary wizards." Jemin looked down at his magic network terminal, where a new message popped up on the screen.

[Expeditionary Force Command Mission]

[Mission Objective: Find methods to effectively harm the creatures of the Information Dimension, or any means to facilitate their incorporation.] [Mission Reward: 100,000 to 1,000,000 high-level military merits, depending on the value of the results.]

Deadline: None

"Effective damage..." Jemin murmured repeatedly.

Once their near-immortal state is broken and they become aware of being "threatened," we'll have leverage in negotiations. But neither effective methods of harm nor methods of aiding in subjugation are simple.

Even after so many rounds of testing, no actual death of those information beings has been found.

Although these creatures react strongly to overwhelming information, that's about it.

They can commit suicide at any time if necessary, reshaping their information in another location, making them virtually impossible to kill. "The imaginary material you used before worked very well," Martin said to Jemin. "If you can develop a similar method, or find a more stable one, the highest reward for this mission will be yours."

Jemin had to admit that he was indeed somewhat tempted.

One million high-ranking military merits... that's no small sum.

"I will do my best." He nodded solemnly.

The meeting ended quickly, and after leaving the command center, Jemin hurried back to his laboratory.

He closed the door, stood in front of the lab bench, looking at the mountain of data, his eyes gleaming with contemplation.

In fact, he already had some ideas about how to "truly" kill information beings.

"With a clear conclusion, I now have a direction for my modification spells."

Jemin raised his hand and swept it in the air, and two spell models unfolded simultaneously: the Karma Tracing Technique and the Tai Xu Step spell model.

The Causal Retracing Technique had failed before, but now Jemin knows why.

The essence of this spell is "tracing causality through existing information," and its operation is inherently logical and orderly. The reason information beings are able to resist it is because they maintain a high degree of "order" at the information level, rendering the spell ineffective. But what if we abandon this strength and instead seek information manipulation in another direction?

Focusing his attention on the information manipulation aspect of the Causal Tracing Technique, and strengthening his abilities in information gathering and information shielding as much as possible... Jemin's fingers quickly traced patterns on the model, beginning to deduce a new rune structure.

As for the missing part of these spells, it is naturally supplemented by the Tai Xu Step.

After all, the essence of the Tai Xu Step is to "transform the physical body and resonate with the environment," and the environment of the information plane is inherently highly ordered. Thus, one can simulate the environment and resonate with it, and naturally, one can also reverse the process to simulate a trace of "chaotic fluctuation" to achieve one's desired goal.

So strictly speaking, what Jemin is doing is actually equivalent to creating a new form of witchcraft.

Based on the abundant data provided by the wizards' experiments during this period, Jemin is fully capable of completing the modification of this new witchcraft.

But the most crucial element is the "weapon" within this witchcraft model framework specifically designed for information beings.

He needs an "information poison" that can inject chaos and disrupt the state of entropy reduction.

The problem is…

Jemin stopped what he was doing and frowned.

He really doesn't have many chaotic materials left.

Although he took all his stockpile with him before leaving, it had only been accumulated for a century, and the actual amount of incense poison wasn't that much. Moreover, he had used some of it for testing over the past ten days, leaving very little.

If this witchcraft is to be promoted, information that can also be reproduced must be chosen.

Jemin began to think about the various experimental data he had seen before: "Judging from the data, to truly achieve the goal of killing it, the level of chaos alone doesn't need to be too high, just exceeding a certain threshold is enough. So the most important thing is the completeness and availability of this information data..." Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind.

He raised his hand, opened the Magic Network terminal, and sent a message.

"Senior, are you free? I'd like to make a deal with you."

A moment later, a reply popped up.

What a rare guest!

A slight smile played on Jemin's lips as he initiated a voice call.

A few seconds later, the call was connected.

A languid, slightly playful female voice rang out: "Junior brother, you've finally remembered your senior sister?"

It was Viola.

"Senior sister is joking." Jemin leaned back in his chair. "There's a deal I'd like to discuss, I wonder if you'd be interested."

"A trade?" Viola's laughter came through the magic network. "That brings back so many memories. Tell me about it."

"I need some specific data," Jemin said carefully, "information about the various things living beings experience when they are in a state of suffering—emotional fluctuations, mental disorders, confusion, and so on."

The other side remained silent for a few seconds.

"What do you need this for?"

"Research," Jemin replied simply. "I'm dealing with a troublesome plane and need a large number of samples of chaotic attributes. Didn't you work on the Pain Potions series before? You should have a lot of data on that."

Viola did not deny it.

After a moment, she chuckled softly, "Indeed. And I also have my own unique pain data, which is much more chaotic than ordinary data." Jemin's eyes lit up.

Name your price.

"Military merits." Viola said without hesitation, "I don't want low-level military merits, but for high-level military merits, I'll give you one million for all the relevant data and samples I have."

Jemin's lips twitched.

One million high-level military merits... This woman really dares to ask for that much.

"Fifty thousand," he bargained.

"Are you kidding me? Who bargains like that? Eight hundred thousand!"

"Fifty thousand, that's the most I can ask for."

Viola sighed, "Junior brother, this isn't very interesting... How about 100,000? I'm including a copy of my core research materials; you definitely won't regret it..."

"Why would I want your core research data..." Jemin said, but after thinking for a moment, he agreed, "Fine... okay." "When is the deal?"

"Now."

"Great." Viola chuckled. "I'll send you the data right away. Don't worry, you definitely won't lose out."

The call has ended.

A few seconds later, Jemin's magic network terminal started flashing wildly, indicating that a massive amount of data was being transmitted.

He opened it, glanced at it briefly, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Detailed records of emotional fluctuations and mental disturbances arising in states of distress, hierarchical classification of confusion, and chaotic psychological data on various specific forms of distress occurring under different circumstances…

enough.