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

For the next few days after receiving the invitation, Jieming stayed in the lab organizing his presentation materials.

The self-stabilizing field adjustment protocol is, after all, a technology he publicly submitted more than three thousand years ago.

For him now, that can be considered an early work.

Although all the original data is completely preserved in the database, it is still not an easy task to organize the scattered experimental records from thousands of years ago into a speech that can be presented at the academic conferences of the two major powers.

Inside the laboratory, beams of light floated in mid-air, and countless streams of data poured down like waterfalls.

Standing in the center, Jemin continuously retrieved long-forgotten experimental files.

He gradually reorganized and categorized the initial design concept, the rune array derivation process, the cross-plane stability test report, and the many application results that followed.

Many of the data points made him pause and ponder for a moment when he saw them again.

With over three thousand years of research experience, he now has many new insights when he looks back at his original design.

"At least we need to come up with some advanced technology. The original version of the self-stabilizing field adjustment protocol is simply not enough to control the situation..." Jemin sighed helplessly.

Fortunately, this thing was originally an energy isolation and stabilization technology that he extracted from the internal circulation method. With his current level of expertise, it is not difficult to optimize it, it just takes more time.

Just as he was engrossed in organizing his work, the laboratory door slowly slid open, and a faint fragrance wafted in first.

"I heard you received an invitation to the academic exchange conference of the Void Architecture Institute and the Anti-Entropy Alliance?"

Viola leaned against the doorframe, holding a steaming drink in her hand, a familiar smile on her face.

That expression clearly said: I've heard some interesting gossip again.

She strolled slowly into the laboratory, her gaze sweeping over the room full of light screens:

"Tsk, judging from your attitude, this rumor seems to be true."

Jemin pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly: "How did you know this information?"

"Those two sides submitted the invitations to the Star Ring Federation's technical department first. It's not classified information, so of course the news would leak out." Viola pouted, leaned closer to Jemin, glanced at the documents he was organizing, and couldn't help but laugh:

"Not bad, junior. You've already infiltrated the core academic circles of two major powers. From now on, people will know your name when you're out and about." Jemin didn't even look up, continuing to organize the materials: "It's just an exchange meeting."

"Exchange meeting? Tsk! With your attitude, if I weren't attached to you as a source of pain, I would have punched you."

Viola gave a soft hum and tapped the metal invitation card beside her, automatically unfolding the meeting invitation content.

Her gaze fell on the date, and after just one glance, her eyebrows rose.

"Um?"

She squinted and checked it again.

The next moment, a meaningful hum escaped from the tip of his nose.

"Wow! Interesting."

"What's wrong?" Jemin finally looked up.

Viola gently shook the cup in her hand, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction.

"There are only three years left until the conference. Under normal circumstances, invitations to such large-scale academic conferences that cross different factions would be sent out at least ten years in advance."

"Only in this way can all parties arrange experimental plans, apply for cross-border permits, and prepare to exchange results."

She gently tapped the light screen: "You're only being notified now? Either it was a last-minute decision to add people, or someone deliberately delayed the invitations until the last minute." "Whether it's the case, the exchange you're attending this time won't be peaceful."

Jemin simply nodded, as if he had expected this: "It's alright, this is enough time."

Viola was momentarily speechless. She rolled her eyes helplessly. "The point isn't whether it's enough, it's the attitude! The attitude!" she said, crossing her arms and sounding annoyed.

"Whatever. Anyway, you don't care about anything except experiments."

As she spoke, she suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.

"But let's make this clear first, when the time comes, don't embarrass our Norren Workshop."

She held up her index finger and pointed to herself.

"Especially, you can't embarrass me. The whole academy knows you're my junior brother."

Jemin chuckled: "Senior, I told you, this amount of time is enough."

"Oh?"

When Viola heard Jemin emphasize this, her eyes lit up, she understood what he meant, and she reached out and patted his shoulder hard:

"Ha! I knew it! You're not one to suffer a loss easily. Go for it, don't be afraid!"

As the two were talking, the laboratory door opened again, and a tall, slender figure walked in slowly.

His dark blue robes fell to his ankles without a single wrinkle, and his expression remained calm to the point of being indifferent.

It turned out to be Clark's mentor.

His gaze swept across the laboratory, then, as if he hadn't seen anything, he bypassed Viola and fixed his eyes on Jemin. Viola's lips twitched: "Old man, isn't that a bit too biased!"

Clark finally turned his attention to her: "Let's build up your mental strength first. With the blood sacrifice technique, your mental strength hasn't increased more than a hundredfold over the years. Looks like you need special training."

Upon hearing the words "special training," Viola couldn't help but shrink back.

Beside him, Jemin had already stood up.

Professor Clark rarely comes to the lab in person. Usually, if there's anything to discuss, he either communicates directly or has Viola relay the message. The fact that he personally came all the way here means that the matter is worth reminding him in person.

Clark cut to the chase: "You've received an invitation."

"received."

Clark nodded slightly: "Be careful of dark wizards on the road."

Jemin's expression hardened slightly: "...A dark wizard?"

Clark continued, "Near the public transit area, there are many dark wizards who specialize in hunting wizards. They are no different from ordinary wizards in their daily lives and have extremely strong abilities to hide. They will only make their move when they are sure that their target has enough value."

"Most dark wizards are stuck at level five because of a lack of intelligence. They don't have enough resources to break through to level six, and they are under constant pressure from forced conscription during wartime. In order to gather the resources for advancement as quickly as possible, they will do anything."

"And... " Clark paused for a moment, " "to ensure the success rate of the hunt, they rarely act alone; cooperative hunting is their forte.

"The witchcraft they possess is almost entirely targeted at individuals, making it extremely effective at killing."

Jemin listened attentively.

He had seen many records about dark wizards in the federal database, but had never actually come into contact with them.

The Star Ring Federation's well-developed military merit system allows any capable wizard to realize their potential and obtain sufficient resources. However, not everyone in the entire wizarding civilization possesses such "ability."

A person whose resources are exhausted, who has been unable to make a breakthrough, and who could be conscripted into the war and sent to the front lines at any time.

It's not surprising that in despair, people turn to another path.

In which areas do they primarily operate?

"Jeremy asked."

"Don't worry about the interior of the Star Ring Federation. As long as you don't go to those remote small power areas, you don't need to worry about encountering them. The most important thing to be careful of is the public transit area where the two major powers meet."

Clark had clearly done his research beforehand.

"In places like that, no single power has complete jurisdiction, patrol fleets are insufficient, and the danger is greatly increased." "The organizers will be responsible for security during the conference. So your real danger is during the journey to and from the conference."

Jemin nodded, making sure he remembered the information.

Seeing that he had said everything he needed to say, Clark didn't linger any longer and turned to leave the laboratory.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't glance at Viola, who was constantly winking and making faces at Jemin.

After the lab doors closed again, Viola finally couldn't help but sigh.

"I suspect that my mentor was using the guise of special training to oppress me."

Jemin said in a serious tone, "Is it possible that you're just too lazy, senior?"

Viola paused for a moment, then grabbed a cushion from the table and threw it directly at Jemin.

A rare burst of relaxed laughter echoed through the laboratory.

at the same time.

On the other side of the endless chaotic void.

Void Architecture Institute, core area.

In a large conference materials room, countless light screens float in mid-air.

Dozens of wizards were quickly organizing the information of the attendees.

Technical profile, research focus, affiliated faction...

Documents are being archived one by one.

A witch was scrolling through the list when she suddenly stopped just before she finished.

"Jermin?" she murmured the name.

For a wizard who has arranged countless exchange meetings, this name is completely unfamiliar.

However, a technology associated with her name seemed very familiar to her.

[Self-stabilizing field adjustment protocol].

She frowned slightly.

"This person... is he the author who published that stability protocol thousands of years ago?"

A colleague peeked over the shoulder.

"Yes, it's him."

"Back then, he was only at level two, and he already achieved such an amazing result. He should be at level six by now."

The young witch immediately became interested: "Then it seems to be another genius."

My colleague next to me shrugged:

"If he weren't a genius, we wouldn't have invited him. I heard the Nano Architecture Institute is ecstatic; the technological bottleneck that has plagued them for hundreds of years was broken through using the derivative technologies of this agreement."

As he spoke, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"However... during the public discussion, I expect quite a few people will cause him trouble. After all, this agreement has taken away the jobs of many people." At the same time.

Anti-Entropy Alliance.

Deep within a vast database.

The intelligence officer responsible for compiling the background information of the attendees stopped what he was doing.

His gaze fell on the same name.

Jemin.

After searching for information about Jemin, he suddenly smiled.

"Interesting. They were able to develop such a technologically significant technology at the second level."

"Not long ago they even used such an outrageous technique as blood sacrifice..."

He gently closed the file, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"I really don't know what else is in this kid's head."

"I'm really... looking forward to it..."