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Translator: AnubisTL
A year later, Jieming successfully completed the preliminary groundwork assisting Dean Avery Knight with the plane fusion project.
Having finally escaped the complex tasks of calibrating energy nodes, monitoring environmental parameters, and laying the foundational magical formations, he let out a long sigh of relief.
This meant that before the next five-year recruitment cycle arrived, he would finally have a relatively complete period of uninterrupted rest and personal time.
As he walked back to the Mentor's Office assigned to him by the academy, Jieming couldn't help but reflect.
For formal wizards who conducted research and exploration in units of decades or even centuries, the five-year recruitment cycle indeed seemed excessively frequent.
In such a short span, one might not even be able to complete optimizing a slightly complex witchcraft model.
Lost in thought, a familiar figure appeared around the corner of the hallway ahead.
"Yo, junior brother! Mission complete?" Senior Viola still carried that air of languidness, yet her eyes sparkled with sharp intelligence. Today, however, her face clearly betrayed a hint of barely concealed... joy?
"Senior Sister," Jieming greeted with a nod.
Observing her expression, he felt a surge of curiosity. Recalling that he hadn't seen her name on the Planetary Transformation Project roster, he ventured, "You seem to be in high spirits. Could it be... you've taken on students?"
"Clever!" Viola snapped her fingers, her smile widening. "Two little ones, both under my potionology sect!"
Hearing this, Jieming felt a genuine pang of envy.
Having students to inherit one's knowledge was undoubtedly a cause for celebration. He sincerely congratulated her, "Congratulations, Senior Sister."
However, Viola tilted her head, scrutinizing Jieming's expression.
She pursed her lips, seemingly dissatisfied. "Just envy? Nothing else? Like... jealousy? Or feeling wronged and angry that I snatched the students first?"
Taken aback by this peculiar question, Jieming couldn't help but chuckle. "Senior Sister, your expectations are rather... odd."
Viola waved her hand dismissively. "Forget it, forget it. I'll tell you anyway. One of my students had parents who were wizards, so they were coached before entering the academy. Even though they were clueless themselves, they obediently chose a 'safe' logistics-focused school."
"The other one? They just got caught up in mythic stories and fantasized about 'miraculous magic potions' that could grant immortality or instant power. They dove in headfirst, not because of any clever insight into the academy's structure."
Jieming was surprised. "It sounds like... you're not disappointed at all? You actually seem quite pleased?"
"Of course I'm pleased!" Viola's eyes curved into crescent moons, but a chilling smile flashed across her face, sending a shiver down Jieming's spine. "These two little darlings have such mediocre aptitude. Watching them struggle with the basic theories of potionology is pure agony for themāthey're constantly frowning and miserable. It's perfect research... uh, I mean, perfect material for teaching feedback! Watching them squirm brings me such immense joy every day!"
Jieming: "..."
He couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, sighing at his own foolishness for even asking.
Given Senior Sister Viola's twisted sense of humor, how could she possibly possess a normal mentor's mindset?
He mentally mourned for the two unfortunate primary school apprentices who had fallen into her "magic claw" for a mere 0.1 seconds before quickly bidding farewell to Viola and fleeing the corridor, which reeked of an eerie, perverse delight.
Returning to his Mentor's Office, which remained mostly unoccupied, Jieming immediately activated the built-in teleportation formation.
With a flash of light, he was transported back to his true domain: the core laboratory of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.
Two years slipped by unnoticed as he immersed himself in focused research.
Just as Jieming was engrossed in optimizing the energy circuit structure of the Divine Power Faith Network, an urgent communication request interrupted his train of thought.
He frowned slightly in annoyance, but when he saw the contact information displayed on the communicator, his brow instantly smoothed, and a rare smile of intense anticipation spread across his face.
It was the official logistics department of Noren Workshop!
He immediately answered the call. A formal yet clear voice came through: "Lord Jieming, the 'Pan-Planar Adaptive Multifunctional Precision Manufacturing Platform' you ordered has arrived. Please prepare to receive it."
"It's finally here!" Jieming's heart raced with excitement.
He swiftly authorized the activation of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane's highest-level reception formation.
With a violent spatial distortion, a colossal shadow suddenly appeared above the open ground outside the laboratory, like a steel-dark cloud descending.
Just as the behemoth was about to crash to the ground, the intricate anti-gravity formation etched into its base lit up with a soft hum, stabilizing the massive structure half a meter above the ground.
Simultaneously, layers of semi-transparent energy shields flowed across the object's surface, forming a rigorous protective barrier to ensure the delicate internal components remained unaffected by transportation jolts or the harsh external environment.
Jieming emerged from the laboratory, gazing up at the creation he had long anticipatedāa metal construct of staggering proportions.
Its primary structure was composed of a matte, dark alloy, its sharp lines exuding a raw industrial beauty.
Roughly rectangular in shape, the structure stretched over fifty meters in length, with a width and height exceeding twenty meters each, resembling a mobile metal fortress.
The machine's surface was covered in various interfaces, observation windows, energy conduits, and retractable mechanical arm bases.
Countless runes, as fine as starlight, flickered across the metal surface, forming an incredibly complex network for guiding and controlling energy.
Most remarkably, the entire machine radiated an aura of "stability" and "inclusiveness," as if it could ignore the fluctuations of its surrounding environment and exist as a self-contained entity.
This was precisely the effect of law solidification, personally applied by a sixth-tier wizard to ensure its core functions would operate normally under the fundamental rules of most planes.
This "Pan-Planar Adaptive Multi-Functional Precision Manufacturing Platform" was, in essence, a super-factory capable of fully automated production of specific spell artifacts!
Its exorbitant price would bankrupt many veteran fourth-tier wizards.
But for Jieming, who possessed the "Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocol" as his cash cow, military merits were merely numbers.
His real concern lay with another problem: space.
In the past, his internal space had been only the size of a single room, making it impossible to accommodate this behemoth, let alone any larger experimental equipment.
But times had changed.
The breakthrough to the golden core realm brought not only a qualitative transformation in his power but also a massive expansion of his internal space.
The space within his dantian, which was anchored to his golden core, was now vast enough to accommodate a small village.
Storing this automated factory and its massive stockpile of raw materials would be more than sufficient!
At this moment, the long-cherished vision that Jieming had nurtured in his heart finally had the foundation for realization!
(End of the Chapter)
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