After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

......

"The future of wizards?"

Vemus's murmurs echoed through the starry sky.

"So--"

"What level has your magic reached now?"

"Compared to your time, senior, our libraries today contain more than ten times the number of basic spells and forbidden spell tomes!"

With a wave of her hand, the elven girl conjured up one mysterious magical tome after another before her eyes.

As she watched the swirling magical tomes, the flickering flame in Vemus's left pupil danced slightly.

Then, she suddenly laughed.

"In these spellbooks, your understanding of arcane magic is still in a chaotic period, before even classical physics and calculus have been completed."

"This is nothing more than a quantitative accumulation achieved simply through a long period of time. Such accumulation, even if it were ten or a hundred times more, would be meaningless."

"That's all because of you!"

The elven girl's voice became irritable, and her originally gentle face became slightly distorted.

"It's all because of you old fogies who refuse to let go of those meaningless grudges and the past, who consider yourselves aloof and arrogant! It makes the gods hesitant to fully loosen their restrictions on our magical materials and knowledge, forcing us to be restrained in every research."

"If you hadn't caused so much trouble in other worlds that made the gods wary, how could our arcane arts have stagnated for hundreds of years, unable to make any further progress!"

Not only the beautiful elven girl, but also the others at the eight-page mage round table stood up.

"Senior Vemes, we greatly respect your past contributions to the field of arcane magic."

The elderly man with white hair, who sat at the head of the round table, spoke up: "But times have changed!"

"Your self-righteous and arbitrary acts of revenge and resistance will only bring disaster to our still existing wizarding civilization!"

however--

Faced with the overwhelming malice of the newly formed eight-page mages.

Vimers simply shook her head slightly.

"Now that you have established the new Eight-Page Council, have you ever had any arguments in the council?"

"Do you... ever look up at the stars on a regular basis?"

......

"quarrel?"

"This plane is rich in resources, and there are no conflicts of power, interests, or hatred. Why should we quarrel? Why should we engage in such meaningless internal strife?"

"As for the starry sky? That belongs to the gods."

"As allies in this cooperation, why should we, like you, be so unrestrained and recklessly intrude on our ally's territory?"

"In this day and age, only through mutual respect can we achieve common development."

The chief elder frowned and spoke sternly.

"so--"

"This is the root of your difficulties."

The faint traces of memories and longing in Vimers' eyes slowly faded.

"The cornerstone that has driven wizards forward throughout history—"

"None of these are environments where one can stay away from the hustle and bustle and conduct quiet research, much less the harmonious academic atmosphere you describe."

"But——"

"Ambition."

In Vimers's pale golden left pupil, the flickering secret fire suddenly brightened a few degrees.

"Because of ambition, even when humans could only stand on the ground, we dared to cast our gaze to the distant stars and dream of trampling those so-called gods under our feet."

"Because of our ambition, we are filled with a thirst for knowledge about everything and every principle in the world. We will ignore the identity and status of those who disagree with us and refute them without hesitation, even arguing with them. Then, in the collision of different viewpoints and wisdom, new inspiration will be born, driving the progress of arcane arts."

"Because of ambition... even in an environment where witch hunts were rampant and wizards could only hide in the shadows, we were able to find a way to survive in the most humble crevices, constantly seeking and opening up the sparks of arcane magic in that hazy long night."

"As long as this ambition and yearning for truth remains—"

"So even if the physical body that serves as the vessel perishes and is scorched to ashes by the flames, the wizard and magic itself will still stand tall."

"And you—"

Vimers's gaze swept over the prosperous and peaceful landscape of that plane, and her pale golden eyes gradually turned cold.

"Even with ample material resources and a superior research environment—"

"But without ambition, you are nothing more than wizards in name only..."

"A bunch of traitors with broken spines."

"traitor?"

The chief monk, whose hair and beard were all white, roared angrily.

In his hand, a parchment with brilliant golden writing, flowing with both divine and magical power, was slowly emerging.

Almost simultaneously, behind him, all the eight-page mages of the newly formed three towers also stood up.

Followed by.

One after another, illusory figures crossed the gaps between planes and appeared in the star sea where Vimers was.

Each person was surrounded by a surge of immense magical energy, and various staffs were raised high, with powerful magical energy slowly condensing at their tips.

Three newly built wizard towers and twenty-four newly built eight-page mages completely surrounded Vimers' petite figure in the starry sky.

"According to the pact signed with Her Majesty the War Goddess—if we kill her, Her Majesty the War Goddess will grant us three other completely independent prosperous planes, allow us to build new mage towers, and the gods will no longer maintain projections to monitor these planes."

"At the same time, all forbidden arcane knowledge that was previously restricted by the gods, as well as all the legacies left behind by those fallen wizarding civilizations, will be open to us."

"Gentlemen, we are not fighting for profit, but for the future of us wizards!"

"Our bright future is right before our eyes..."

"Traitors who obstruct the development of civilization and hinder our progress must be eliminated!"

A legendary male mage spoke in a loud voice.

however--

In that center, locked by dozens of forbidden spells.

"Unqualified."

That calm voice remained detached and cold despite the overwhelming malice.

"It's not 'freedom'."

"Is it a change from a 'small cage' to a 'big cage'?"

A cold light gleamed in the golden elf's eyes.

"The future as a wizard."

"You guys are unqualified."

......

boom--

They did not give Wimos another chance to speak.

Dozens of forbidden spells erupted simultaneously.

The dazzling magical light illuminated the dark and cold deep space with vibrant colors.

These dozens of forbidden-level attack spells, when combined, are powerful enough to completely raze a small country to the ground.

however--

At the very heart of that dazzling magical light, amidst countless chaotic magical storms and turbulent currents.

Against the backdrop of the pitch-black universe, a bright flame suddenly flickered.

Magnificent and dazzling, it is difficult to describe with one or a few colors. It seems to be a secret fire made up of all the colors in the world, slowly lingering around that slender figure.

These multiple forbidden spells, powerful enough to destroy a nation, were silently devoured by the secret fire surrounding Vemus, without causing the slightest ripple.

That is, at the same time.

The dim, yellowish divine power suddenly surged forth.

From beginning to end, the God of War never expected that the wizards could truly persuade Vimers.

If one's inner defenses could be broken down by such a simple trick, how could Vimers have single-handedly fought against the gods in solitude for so many years?

As for the attacks from those wizards, the God of War never had any expectations.

If legendary mages mass-produced through divine favor and abundant resources could pose a threat to Vemes, that would be a huge joke.

From beginning to end, whether it was showcasing scenes from that dimension or making a pact with those newly minted eight-page mages...