Wizard, I have a game board.

Chapter 363 Three Thousand Years

At 8:30 AM on November 7th, 15508 in the Wizarding Calendar.

758, eastern part of the sea, Gerald plane group, central plane.

A red wizard's tower stands at the very center of the plane, and surrounding the tower is a colossal city that stretches for thousands of miles.

Above the giant city, countless spaceships blotted out the sun and kept coming and going.

Below, in the giant city, tens of thousands of academies with different names are scattered in various areas, covering areas of varying sizes.

The academies were filled with wizard apprentices and full-fledged wizards dressed in various colored robes; there were no ordinary people among them.

"Boom boom boom——"

Suddenly, several clear chimes rang out from the clock tower at the very center of each college.

"The 15th Deputy Position Assessment has finally begun."

"Tsk, I wonder how many people will pass the test and go to the Wizarding Dimension."

“I’ve heard that most of the planes in the Wizarding Plane Cluster are actually similar to the 133 habitable planes in our plane cluster. The only special ones are the Wizarding Plane and the Abyss Plane. Being able to go to the Wizarding Plane Cluster is nothing special. Being able to enter the Wizarding Plane, or even the research institutes that represent the highest achievements of the Wizarding Alliance, is what’s really impressive.”

"Ha, you talk as if you can get into the Wizarding Dimensions, and you look down on it."

"It's not that I look down on them, but what I'm trying to say is that there are differences even among geniuses. Some can at most enter the research institutes within the Wizarding Plane Group, while others can enter those supreme holy lands. We still have hope for the former if we work hard, but the latter..."

"I wonder if anyone will be able to get into those holy places this time."

"It's difficult, extremely difficult. In the past fourteen sessions, only three people have been admitted to the Holy Land. On average, it's almost one person every five sessions."

"Sigh, I don't know what my ancestors were thinking. It would have been so much better to stay in the Wizarding Plane Group. They had to come to the Gerald Plane Group. They probably don't know how difficult it is for their descendants to get into the Wizarding Plane Group now."

"Do you think you would receive such treatment in the Wizarding Dimension? I've read the records of Grand Wizard Leia. Nowadays, apprentices with second-level meditation talent without special abilities aren't even qualified to enter the upper-level academy directly. They either have to become unofficial students, complete various tasks, and accumulate contributions for ten or eight years, or they have to use magic crystals to pave the way."

"Why bother clearing a path when you have magic crystals? Just buy talent potions to improve your meditation talent, right?"

"You don't understand. The difference between the magic crystals used to clear a path and the magic crystals used to buy talent potions is not small."

"Hiss—now that you mention it, it seems my ancestors did have some foresight!"

Upon hearing the bell, the wizards and wizarding apprentices in each academy became excited. While they discussed among themselves, they all turned their gazes to the huge light screens that suddenly appeared around the clock tower.

The first thing to appear on the screen was a title.

The title is very simple, just eight characters.

The 15th Deputy Position Assessment.

At this moment, wizards and wizarding apprentices emerged from various buildings, looking toward the light screens beside the clock towers of the various colleges, while wizards stood by the windowsills gazing out.

Most of them were descendants of mortals who were among the first to immigrate from the Wizarding Planes after Speaker Gerald finished clearing out this plane group. Others were wizarding apprentices or even descendants of first and second-ring wizards who voluntarily immigrated due to the various welfare policies of the Wizarding Alliance.

Nearly two thousand years have passed since the immigration.

Almost all of the immigrants from that time died of old age. Only three second-ring wizards broke through to the fourth ring during this period by relying on the welfare resources promised by the Alliance. They became plane-modification wizards under Speaker Levan, who succeeded Speaker Gerald, and worked hard to make the senators successful.

Over nearly two thousand years, the Gerald Plane Cluster has a total of 4,835 planes, but only 133 planes have been completely transformed into habitable planes, demonstrating the slow progress.

This is unavoidable, since the Wizarding Alliance has opened up more than just one or two planes at the same time.

This situation can only be changed when the native wizards of each plane group grow up.

In an instant, the title disappeared, and the light screen split into nearly a million sub-screens, each showing an apprentice wizard undergoing their respective secondary job assessment.

Some people are combining various magical potions in an attempt to create a potion.

Some people use witchcraft to modify various minerals in an attempt to create magical alloys.

Someone drew an energy loop on the energy furnace, intending to build one.

At the top of the wizard tower in the very center of the giant city, Lewandowski spread his senses and observed a potion-making assessment site in the city. His gaze finally settled on a thin little boy wearing a green wizard's robe. He thought to himself, "Finally, a genius with the potential to enter the potion research institute has emerged."

He had been painstakingly managing the complex for 1,875 years since he took it from Gerald.

He had only one hope: to produce more geniuses in this plane group, to make greater contributions to the Wizard Alliance, and to live up to his position as Speaker.

Among the geniuses he valued most, there were three types: those specializing in pharmacology, those specializing in spatial arts, and those specializing in fire arts.

Whether they are geniuses in pharmacy or in spatial arts, they can all be of help to their mentor.

As for the geniuses of the Fire faction, they naturally helped him out.

“Mentor.” Lewandowski lowered his head, looking at the Second World Entry Certificate in his hand, his eyes filled with reverence and longing, but also with a hint of guilt.

Since the year 12737 of the Wizarding Calendar, his mentor, with his sixth ring, overwhelmed all seventh-order beings and monopolized all the eighth-order law treasures that emerged from the lower layers of the vortex plane, shocking the entire crystal domain.

When he learned of this news from the list of civilization information exchanges, he felt that as his mentor's first student, although he was of mediocre talent and destined not to become like his mentor, he still wanted to do something for the Wizard Alliance.

He then only spoke briefly with his grandfather before vaguely making this request to Speaker Francis.

Speaker Francis assumed that the decision was made after consulting with his mentor and grandfather, so he initiated a speaker promotion meeting directly in the Second World without disturbing his mentor, and the decision was ultimately passed unanimously.

Since then, he has become the Speaker and received the task of managing the plane cluster from Speaker Francis, leading a group of immigrants to take over the plane cluster that Speaker Gerald had almost completed.

The professor was unaware of what happened during this period; otherwise, he felt that the professor would most likely not have agreed to let him leave.

"As long as this plane group produces more spatial factions and potion geniuses, my mentor shouldn't blame me, right?" Lewandowski muttered to himself, feeling a little guilty.

Second World, in the living room on the top floor of the Space Wizard Tower.

Francis and Lor sat at opposite ends of a long table in the center of the living room, which was laden with various dishes and wines.

"How's the Wizarding Alliance doing lately? Has anyone broken through to the seventh ring?" Lor asked leisurely, taking a sip of his drink.

Every two or three hundred years, he would ask Francis to help him receive the Root of Life, and also to learn about the current situation of the Wizarding Alliance, and at the same time relax.

"Everyone is still preparing; no one has broken the seventh ring yet."

Francis shook his head. "We can't compare to you. If we fail to break through, we will die. We must prepare everything we can."

"As for the Wizarding Alliance, it's not much different from before. It's still developing slowly, and there's a serious shortage of manpower for expanding the plane clusters."

In the end, he couldn't help but sigh.

The Wizarding Alliance nominally possesses 1,392,632 surface-level territories, which are like gold mines waiting to be exploited. However, due to a shortage of manpower, they have only managed to develop less than 100 surface-level territories in total so far, not to mention any modifications.

"Take your time," Lor said with a smile. "They're all in the same bowl, they can't fly, we'll be able to explore them all sooner or later."

"Ah."

Francis nodded helplessly, then, as if remembering something, a slight smile appeared on his face: "On another note, you're quite skilled at teaching students!"

"Leaving aside Van En, I really didn't expect that Lewandowski's exploration and guidance of the plane cluster could barely keep up with the pace of the other speakers."

“Lewandowski.” Lorre’s smile faded slightly as he rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.

This guy, instead of staying in the wizarding world, insisted on going on an adventure.

The Wizarding Alliance is not without enemies; on the contrary, it has quite a few potential enemies.

For example, the powerful individuals who survived the purge, and the resentment he incurred during this period for seizing eighth-tier treasures.

Although they didn't say anything on the surface, Lor didn't believe they were willing to let him take all the eighth-tier treasures.

If anyone manages to get close to Lewandowski's side, and Vincennes doesn't provide timely support, then if they're gone, they're truly gone.

The most outrageous thing is that the guy wanted to keep it from him, but little did he know that as soon as he made the request to Francis, Francis informed him through the Second World.

If it weren't for the fact that the plane cluster Gerald created was very close to the wizard plane cluster, making it convenient for Vincentia to provide support, he would have stopped it long ago.

"He's already a sixth-circle wizard, why do you always treat him like a child?" Francis said, somewhat speechless, seeing Lor's expression.

He naturally understood Lor's thoughts.

However, apart from Vincentia, all the council members in the entire Wizarding Alliance were only at the sixth ring, including Lor himself.

Although the difference in combat power may be... well, very large, their life levels are indeed the same.

Having reached this point, the next step is to break through to the seventh ring.

That was a true life-or-death struggle; failure meant certain death. How could someone raised in a greenhouse possibly fight like that?
"Forget it, let's not talk about him." Lor waved his hand, skipping the topic, and asked instead, "Has the Pharmaceutical Research Institute made any progress on the potion for breaking through the mental power limit lately?"

He didn't stop Francis's arrangement in the first place, which meant he tacitly accepted the situation, so there's no point in dwelling on it now.

"Progress is very slow. The progress of the potion for breaking through the fourth ring mental power limit has stalled at 1%, and from the third ring to the apprentice level, it's stuck at around 20%, seemingly hitting a bottleneck," Francis said.

"There are still too few geniuses." Lor shook his head slightly.

“It’s much better than before,” Francis said with a smile.

“That’s true.” Lor said with relief.

At least the potion that broke through the upper limit of the fourth-ring mental power has already achieved a breakthrough from 0 to 1%, and this is only the result of the first few thousand years of development.

It is believed that as more and more geniuses emerge, research on drugs that break through the upper limit of mental strength will accelerate.

After learning about the Wizarding Alliance's current situation, the two discussed the details of expansion. Francis then left to receive the Root of the Tree of Life that Lor had just purchased.

"Two thousand seven hundred and seventy years, the roots of the six trees of life"

Lor picked up his glass and took another sip, his mind racing with the gains he had made over the years. "Including what I had before, I now have twelve roots of the Tree of Life."

"From then on, every five hundred years, players will bring me 150,000 Origin Points."

"Every two thousand years, a fusion of the six characteristics can take place."

Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Six fusions require 504,000 Origin Points. Strictly speaking, he only needs less than 1,700 years to gather enough Origin Points for one six-characteristic fusion.

Before entering the vortex plane sea, including the second root of the Tree of Life he obtained in the arena, he could only get 55,000 Origin Points every 500 years, which was not even enough to perform a five-characteristic fusion.

Less than three thousand years later, he relied on the vortex plane sea to achieve a qualitative leap in his development.

"Hmm, I've accumulated enough Origin Points for a six-attribute fusion now. Let's fuse it once." With a slight thought, Lor exited the Second World and opened the Sequence Panel.

[Sequence: 97,658,773]

Permission enabled: 1: Insight.

2: Feature fusion.

Origin Point: 697,503
Six trait fusions require 500,400 Origin Points.

"Merge Space Jump Spell Trait 1 Space Jump and Trait 2 Space Lock." Lor glanced at the bottom of the sequence panel and unhesitatingly chose to merge the Space Jump Spell Trait.

The most useful thing for him to save his life right now is the ability to break through spatial seals, so he naturally has to first integrate spatial jump magic.

[Original Point: 697,503 → 193,503]

[Spatial Leap Wizardry Trait 1 Spatial Leap and Trait 2 Spatial Lock are being merged.]

【Fusion successful.】

Spatial jump magic can break limits.

[Spatial jump accuracy 151.68→158.22]

"Breaking the limits".

Spatial Jump Spell (6.9 rings) (Breakthrough +0.6 rings)

[Spatial jump accuracy 158.22→172.69]

Seven fusions will consume 3,528,000 Origin Points.

“The final fusion of the Space Jump Spell requires 3,528,000 Origin Points.” Lor looked at the newly appeared notification and his lips twitched.

Even if he gains 150,000 Origin Points every 500 years, he would still have to wait 12,000 years to perform a seven-characteristic fusion.

"Fortunately, this is not my limit." Lor breathed a sigh of relief. "There are still nearly six thousand years until the end of the vortex plane sea. Calculated at one root of the Tree of Life every six hundred years, after six thousand years, I will be able to obtain 250,000 Origin Points every five hundred years, which means I can perform a seven-characteristic fusion once every seven thousand years."

Compared to the astronomical number that was originally intended to be used to fully integrate the features, there are now far fewer.

The help he received from the vortex plane was considerable.

(End of this chapter)