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

Chapter 546 News of a New Dimensional War

Forty years later.

In the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, in the study of the core laboratory, Jemin sat at his desk in an extremely disheveled state.

He had a stubble beard and messy hair.

His eye sockets were slightly sunken, and his wizard robes were wrinkled like a rag pulled out from some corner.

His mental energy probed into the magic network terminal, rapidly traversing the vast flow of information, searching for various knowledge and things related to "information" while muttering incantations:

"Information, information, information..."

He looked exactly like a madman who had gone mad from being obsessed with his research.

However, Jemin was certain he wasn't insane; he was simply trying to communicate his needs to the Magic Network. Jemin called this method the "Big Data Guidance Method."

The inspiration came from the collection of big data on the Internet from memories of a past life.

He knew that Felix, the artificial intelligence of the Star Ring Federation's magic network, would not actively eavesdrop on wizards' knowledge—after all, such an act violated the treaty of the Star Orbit Arbitration Court, and Felix wouldn't dare to do so even if he had ten times the courage.

However, if the wizard leaves various "traces of action" on the magic network, these traces will be recorded.

Search history, browsing paths, preferences, dwell time... it's not much different from the internet in my previous life.

That's exactly what Jemin wanted.

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

As for whether it will succeed... Jemin is optimistic about it.

After all, he specifically checked his own Level 2 training agreement and the training agreement for elite combat units, confirming that there were indeed clauses regarding "support-related wizards".

Although not detailed, the treaty does mention assisting wizards and guiding them in a favorable direction as much as possible. As for why it has to go through such a roundabout way…

Jemin sighed and rubbed his temples.

Over the years, he has been studying knowledge about destiny and fate like crazy.

Knowledge from the two worlds corroborates and complements each other, so theoretically, progress should be rapid.

But as it turns out, the difficulty of this type of knowledge is no exaggeration.

He had previously thought he was almost there, that he could already stand at the door and hear the sound of the waves inside.

After studying for more than ten years, I found that I was still at the beginner level and hadn't even crossed the threshold.

Although people's knowledge levels have improved significantly compared to decades ago, the gap is still huge.

Jemin had also wondered if there was something wrong with his learning methods, but every time he consulted his mentor Clark, the mentor would say, "It's normal. That's how the Fate system works. You'll get used to it after a few hundred more years of study."

I'm used to it...

Jemin shook his head with a wry smile.

Considering the looming signs of another forced interdimensional war, he had no choice but to turn his attention to the new interdimensional battlefield.

That's why it looks like this now.

During each break from studying, I would search for relevant information on the magic network.

Just as Jemin was about to continue his "information trace" project, the Magic Network terminal suddenly vibrated.

Communication request.

He glanced at Lai Xian and immediately sat up straight.

Clark's mentor.

The communication was connected, the screen lit up, revealing Clark's perpetually expressionless face.

The tutor looked at him, his gaze sweeping over him from head to toe.

Only then did Jemin realize how terrible his current image was.

With a stubble beard and messy hair, he looked like he'd been holed up in a lab for decades without ever leaving the house—which was actually true.

He subconsciously reached up and smoothed his hair.

A flash of alchemical light appeared, and his previously unruly hair instantly became smooth and docile, while the stubble on his face vanished completely. Clark watched this, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It seems you haven't wasted any time," he said. "Although you haven't even scratched the surface of Fate, your alchemy has already reached the point where you can influence proteins with relatively complex structures."

Jemin bowed his head respectfully: "It is the methods of information gathering and processing in the knowledge of fate that have benefited me greatly." This was not an understatement.

Although he hasn't really grasped the basics of Fate, what he's learned over the years won't become obsolete just because he hasn't mastered them.

Even the most basic theories and methods about information gathering and processing are sufficient to have an impact in other fields. The most obvious example is alchemy.

Originally, due to insufficient computing power, his alchemy skills had been stuck at a certain bottleneck.

He always struggled with complex operations that required handling thousands of variables simultaneously.

However, once more efficient information processing methods were mastered, this problem was easily solved.

He can now handle more variables with the same amount of effort and complete more complex operations in less time. Naturally, his alchemical skills have improved.

The activation speed and duration of the Light God transformation have also been significantly improved.

The information processing accuracy of the causal tracing technique is also much better than before.

However, Jemin did not elaborate on these points.

He knew that Clark hadn't contacted him just to hear these trivial reports of progress.

"Professor, did you need something from me?"

Clark nodded. "I checked the time; it's almost time for you to be urgently recalled."

Jemin paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, according to the agreement, it should be in ten years."

"We're going ahead of schedule this time," Clark said.

Jemin looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Clark's expression remained unchanged, but his tone carried a rare gentleness: "A few days ago, an old friend asked me for a consultation. They found a rather special dimension, and I think the situation in this dimension is very suitable for you right now."

He paused for a moment: "It will be helpful for you to familiarize yourself with the relevant knowledge."

Upon hearing this, Jemin's eyes lit up.

"real?"

Clark nodded: "Because of the confidentiality agreement, I can't tell you the specifics right now. But he will initiate the recruitment of elite combat units in five years. At that time, you can accept the combat recruitment and go directly there."

Jemin took a deep breath and bowed his head solemnly: "Understood. Thank you, mentor."

Clark looked at him and smiled, a rare occurrence... though it was just a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"No need to thank me," he said. "Your information processing skills are better, so it's easier for me to use you."

After saying that, the call ended.

The light curtain went out.

The moment the call ended, Jemin sprang to his feet.

It really did jump up.

He sprang up from in front of the desk and spun around in the air.

After regaining his balance, he took a deep breath, then another, before he could barely suppress the urge to burst out laughing.