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

Chapter 462 War Preparation
Inside the training room, time seemed to stand still amidst the clash of fists and bones.

The last afterimage of time collapsed completely in the chest area after a punch from Jemin containing the explosive power of his entire body.

The elemental energies that make up the body became violently disordered, and then silently dissipated like a burst bubble, turning into specks of light that vanished into the energy filtering system of the training ground.

"Huh...huh..."

Jemin remained in his punching stance, breathing heavily, sweat mingling with a faint mist of blood as it slid down his bronze skin.

He could clearly feel the surging blood and qi within his body like boiling magma.

An indescribable sense of immense power surged through his limbs and bones, accompanied by an instinctive urge to destroy and unleash that power.

"Ha..." He took a deep breath, circulated the calming and tranquilizing method in the "Qi Cultivation Method" to suppress the boiling blood pressure, and his eyes regained their clarity.

After leaving the training ground and washing away his fatigue and blood, he stepped into the prepared medicinal bath tub as usual.

The warm medicinal liquid enveloped the cells, nourishing those damaged by excessive pressure and consolidating the newly broken limits.

A black giant priest walked in carrying testing equipment, but Jemin simply waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to report the specific data.

Because there's no time left.

Only a little time remains until the Coordination War that will determine the fate of the Norren Workshop.

All the preparations have come to an end, and the potential for improvement has almost reached its limit in the short term.

During this final preparation period, Jemin repeatedly weighed his options and focused his limited energy and resources on the two most crucial things.

First, continuously "consume" those dimensional origins that contain concepts such as "abyss," "devouring," "end," and "nothingness."

The power of [Gui Xu Jia] depends on the depth of his understanding of the "Gui Xu artistic conception".

The deeper the artistic conception, the stronger the "essence" of that invisible force field, and the higher the upper limit of energy it can bear and transform.

The increase in "elemental output multiplier" brought by wizard knowledge is multiplied on this "base value".

Even a slight improvement in the basics, amplified hundreds of thousands of times, will result in an exceptionally significant increase in final defensive capabilities.

The other spell modifications are unlikely to bring about significant changes in the short term, but the "foundation" of the Guixu Armor can be forcibly improved through this almost extravagant "knowledge-cramming" method. Even the slightest progress is enough to quickly enhance combat power.

Secondly, it involves maximizing physical strength at the critical point when the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit are about to become unbalanced.

Whenever his mental and spiritual power barely catch up through resource accumulation and natural nurturing, Jemin would immediately throw himself into a new and even more frantic time-residual body tempering, pushing his physical strength to another level.

He knew very well that on the ever-changing and treacherous battlefield of wizards, a physique that was abnormally strong and the "adaptive evolution" brought about by the Body Tempering Method were the most reliable assets for survival and counterattack.

A strong physical body means a higher margin of error, natural resistance to physical and energy damage, and basic combat capability that can be maintained even in certain extreme environments.

To this end, he has also invested a great deal of resources in enhancing his mental and spiritual power.

Purchase various rare and precious materials and special environment access permissions that help to quickly refine the spirit, in order to barely keep up with the body's skyrocketing rate of improvement.

The cost is that even with three continuous sources of income—"self-stabilizing field adjustment protocol," "liquid refined gold," and "sales of fantasy elements"—his vast reserves of low-level military merits are being depleted at an alarming rate.

The massive amount of dimensional origins, the mountain of material purchases, and the rare resources to enhance spiritual power—each one is a money-devouring behemoth.

At this moment, Jieming was soaking in a medicinal bath. He casually opened the magic network terminal, looked at the few thousand low-level military merit points remaining in his personal account, and shook his head helplessly.

"He really does... spend money like water," he muttered to himself.

However, it was worth the money.

Every military achievement he made was effectively converted into a weight on the scales of his combat readiness.

With his low-level military merits nearly exhausted, Jemin's gaze shifted to the still considerable high-level military merits of just over a million in his account.

He opened the exchange interface exclusive to advanced military merits and began browsing the strategic resources, forbidden knowledge, and one-time top-tier items that are usually only available to high-level wizards.

A dazzling array of items came into view: rare objects containing fragments of rules, inheritance crystals recording forbidden techniques, life-saving talismans capable of temporarily resisting beings at the seventh or even eighth level, super-technological creations from an unknown civilization, and even small, portable law-interference devices...

Jemin observed carefully, but his brows gradually furrowed.

There are many good things, but given his current fighting strength, anything that qualifies him as a trump card is not cheap.

It may not be a perfect fit for his existing system, or it may require a lot of time to use or study.

Either the price is outrageously high, requiring millions of high-level military merits, and his entire fortune is only enough to buy one or two items, making it not cost-effective.

“One million high-level military merits…that sounds like a lot, but at this level, it’s still a stretch to buy something that can bring about a decisive improvement or qualitative change.” Jemin examined his needs.

What he needs is not something to add icing on the cake, but something that can break the deadlock at crucial moments or greatly enhance his tactical flexibility.

His gaze swept across the list repeatedly, and finally settled on one item:

[Anti-Magic Disc - Star Ring Arbitration Court Standard (Level 7)]

Exchange Price: 200,000 Advanced Military Merits
Description: A one-time strategic-grade interference device manufactured by a workshop under the Star Ring Arbitration Tribunal. Upon activation, it can forcibly construct an "Absolute Anti-Magic Domain" within a designated area for ten minutes. Within this domain, except for specific energy fluctuations pre-marked by the user, all non-physical energy flows, law manifestations, magical model construction, mental links, and other supernatural activities will be severely suppressed and interfered with, with an effect equivalent to a seventh-level law suppression.

The effect diminishes sharply on levels eight and above where the rules have been mastered and solidified.

Note: This is a standard strategic material; registration is required for its use. Please carefully select the timing and environment for its use.

“The magic-suppressing disk…” Jemin’s gaze narrowed slightly.

The effect of this thing is simple and direct: it creates a temporary "silent" area.

Low-level military merits can also be exchanged for similar anti-magic devices, but their effectiveness is vastly different.

The "Standard Type 7" in front of us means that it is powerful enough to restrict the vast majority of Level 7 wizards.

More importantly, judging from the description of this thing, if prepared in advance, it can even achieve the effect of unilaterally silencing the other party's magic.

In the midst of a chaotic battle, suddenly stripping an opponent of their most relied-upon supernatural power, even for just ten minutes, is enough to change the course of the battle.

Whether used for breaking out, decapitation strikes, or covering the operations of one's own special forces, it is remarkably effective.

Of course, the other party may also have similar items, so unilaterally banning magic is basically out of the question.

Even so, for Jemin, whose physical strength far surpasses that of others of the same level and who still retains considerable combat power in an energy environment, this item is still highly suitable.

Two hundred thousand high-level military merits are expensive, but still within an acceptable range.

"This is it." Without further hesitation, Jemin tapped his finger to confirm the exchange.

The process of redeeming advanced military merits is extremely efficient. Almost the instant the order is placed, Jieming's magic network terminal receives a notification that the goods have been delivered to the designated receiving point through the encrypted space channel.

He immediately used a mental link to command a black giant priest to go to the laboratory's dedicated teleportation array receiving area and retrieve the item.

Soon, a metal disc was presented to Jemin.

The entire anti-magic disc is about the size of a palm and half a finger thick. It is dark silver in color, with a smooth, mirror-like surface and delicate star rings and scales engraved on the edges.

The disc feels slightly heavy and cool to the touch.

Aside from its extraordinary material and the emblem, it looks unremarkable, with no energy fluctuations leaking out.

But Jemin could sense that it contained some kind of extremely stable and powerful sealing force.

When using it, you only need to enter a specific "password" with your mental energy to activate it immediately.

He carefully checked it twice, and after confirming that it was correct, he carefully put it into the safest place in his body's inner cave.

After all this is done, the medicinal effects of the bath will be mostly absorbed.

Jemin stood up from the bathtub, and the remaining water droplets on his body instantly reformed in the aura of alchemy, transforming into a simple and well-fitting dark gray wizard's robe, which he automatically put on.

"It's... almost time."

He sighed softly, his expression calm, yet carrying a sense of impending doom.

After leaving the bathing area, he went straight to the nearly completed "ammunition" warehouse.

Millions of dark gold metal plates were neatly packed into specially made energy storage boxes, forming small metal mountains that filled almost half of the warehouse.

Each metal plaque represents a "Fire of Annihilation" enhanced by wizarding knowledge.

Jemin nodded in satisfaction. With a slight thought, the entrance to his inner sanctum opened silently, generating a tremendous suction force.

Boxes upon boxes of metal plaques were lifted up as if by an invisible hand and flowed into the cave like water, where they were carefully placed in a specially designated "ammunition storage area".

In a short time, the warehouse was emptied.

Finally, Jemin turned his gaze to the black giant priest leader who had been waiting quietly to the side.

"Pass the order."

Jemin’s voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed clearly in the warehouse, carrying an undeniable determination.

"Summon all combat units at level 5 and above to a state of first-level combat readiness."

"Target: Temporary assembly point number seven, outside the border."

"We...set off for war."

The moment the order was given, an invisible, chilling aura quietly spread out from Jemin.

Beneath the dark red sky of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane, countless powerful auras responded from all parts of the plane, converging towards the designated location.

(End of this chapter)