The efficiency of the wizards’ meeting was astonishing.

It starkly contrasted with those meetings in Jeming’s past life that often lasted for hours with layer upon layer of empty speeches.

The Nolun Wizards were concise and clear; in less than ten minutes, they had thoroughly explained the purpose and initial plans for forming an elite combat unit.

As the projection of the Nolun Wizard faded away, the brief silence in the conference room was replaced by low murmurs of discussion.

Just as Jeming stood up, he received a look of indication from Professor Clark.

Understanding his intention, he left together with Viola, who had somehow appeared beside him.

The two followed Professor Clark out of the noisy meeting room and returned to the office filled with the strange scents of various alchemy materials.

"Sit." Professor Clark pointed to the chair next to him, while he walked behind the experiment table, focusing first on Jeming, "Your spiritual power is stable. It seems you are maintaining your condition well. I’ve heard about your performance in the Giant Spirit Realm battlefield. You did well, it seems you haven’t been lax in accumulating knowledge."

"Yes, Professor." Jeming responded respectfully, accepting his mentor’s praise.

Clark nodded in acknowledgment.

He then moved straight to the main topic, calmly supplementing Jeming with details not fully elaborated on during the meeting: "The core message brought by Lord Nolun, you should have grasped already. Let me give you a detailed account of the frontline situation."

"The frontline is divided into two parts: the first line of battle, personally overseen by the Ninth Level Lords, directly targets the powerful planes with Ninth Level Creatures that pose a threat to the wizarding foundation."

He paused, picked up a crystal stone flickering with unstable energy on the table, and continued, "Therefore, the second-line battlefield you’re about to head to theoretically won’t encounter Ninth Level entities."

"After the initial ’sweep’ by the main forces, the level cap of the remaining resistance forces is locked, and there are usually Eighth Level Wizards stationed in the rear areas to ensure that the entire combat unit won’t be wiped out by unknown risks."

Jeming listened intently, which basically matched his previous speculations.

In large-scale wars, high-level forces balance each other, and the task of clearing the minions and capturing secondary areas naturally falls on the backbone and reserve forces.

"However," Professor Clark’s tone shifted, his gaze becoming sharper, "Don’t become complacent. Any plane marked as an ’elite trial ground’ and needing elite combat units to handle it is tough."

"They may lack top-tier powerhouses, but they certainly have unique and troublesome aspects—perhaps an extremely harsh, rule-bending environment, perhaps an intractable curse or plague, or perhaps indigenous creatures with some unique talent that are extremely difficult to eradicate."

"The Eighth Level Wizards’ protection is limited to the strategic level and cannot, and will not, focus on the life and death of every individual. If you’re unlucky or ill-prepared and fall, you can only blame yourself for not mastering your skills."

"I understand, Professor." Jeming nodded solemnly.

The cruelty of war he was well aware of; relying for safety on others’ protection is the most foolish of acts.

Being personally strong, with plenty of trump cards, is the key to survival.

Clark saw the clarity in Jeming’s eyes, with no trace of luck or fear, and a trace of satisfied approval flashed in his eyes.

He put down the crystal stone and finally advised, "As a member of the elite unit, you’ll receive more favorable resource allocations and higher authority than ordinary wizards."

"But with power comes corresponding obligations, and the danger factor you’ll face is bound to increase. Before you set off, find ways to enhance your survival ability as much as possible, whether it be raw strength or... those interesting little gadgets of yours." He glanced at Jeming.

"Yes, I will." Jeming nodded once more.

"Alright, you may go." Clark waved his hand, indicating that Jeming could leave.

Jeming bowed, then turned to leave, only to feel a soft tug on his sleeve.

He saw Viola, her neck slightly withdrawn, waggling her eyebrows at him and wordlessly mouthing for help, trying to sneak away with him.

However, Professor Clark’s deep voice had already sounded, "Viola."

Viola’s body stiffened as she slowly turned around, a perfectly obedient smile on her face, "Teacher..."

"I hear," Professor Clark’s expression remained as calm as ever, but the air around seemed to grow heavier, "that recently outside, you like to call me ’old man’?"

Viola’s eyes widened in shock, "How did you know?!"

Then she quickly caught on, shaking her head like a rattle drum, "No! Absolutely not! Teacher, you misheard!"

While she denied it, she frantically signaled Jeming with her eyes, hoping he would defend her.

Jeming returned a look of helplessness, slightly shrugged, then with an expression of faint pity, but without hesitation, closed the office door behind him.

At the final moment before the doors closed, he caught a glimpse of Viola’s beautiful silver-gray long hair, seemingly losing some of its luster due to despair.

The door blocked the sight, but couldn’t entirely muffle the sounds.

Professor Clark’s emotionless, deep voice faintly came through: "I heard you think you’re already a qualified Sixth Level Wizard? Come, let me see how well you’ve mastered the ’Pain’ rule."

"Wait! Teacher! How do you know the Pain Rule?! Isn’t that my research area?!" Viola’s voice was full of incredulous fear, "Isn’t your primary research focus fate?!"

"This sort of thing..." Professor Clark’s tone was as calm as stating one plus one equals what, "Just takes a glance to learn."

"No—!!!"

Viola’s shrill scream was muffled by the thick door, but still made Jeming outside shiver involuntarily.

He silently mourned for his senior sister for half a second, silently thinking: "The possibility of Senior Sister Viola surpassing the mentor in the short term seems to be infinitely approaching zero again."

Thinking about it, although both he and Viola were labeled as "geniuses," wasn’t Professor Clark once climbing over the shoulders of countless geniuses?

A true strong person never stays stagnant.

Ignoring the potential "tragedy" unfolding in the office behind him, Jeming used the Teleportation Array within the academy to return directly to his laboratory on the Elorcia Plane.

As soon as he set foot on this land, the communicator he carried vibrated.

Jeming glanced down; it was a message from Dean Avery Knight.

Not daring to delay, Jeming immediately followed the instructions in the message, hurrying towards the Nolun No.147 Academy on the Elorcia Plane.

It was also a conference room, but much smaller in scale.

Present were no longer the mixed masses of Low Level Wizards from Academy No. 13, but the senior mentors of Academy No.147 and outstanding alumni who had achieved certain accomplishments over the centuries since its founding—truly the essence of Elorcia’s Nolun Academy.

Dean Avery Knight stood on the stage, still with that composed and efficient demeanor.

Without much pleasantries, he began: "Ladies and gentlemen, you must have already received the message from Lord Nolun and through your respective channels. Concerning the strategic decision of the federation to establish an elite combat unit, I will not elaborate here. Now, on behalf of the academy, I am announcing two specifics closely related to everyone present."

"First, all Wizards selected to join the elite combat unit will be automatically relieved of their regular duties within the academy. Your future battlefield is among the stars and seas, in those planes that need elites to develop or guard. The routine teaching and administrative tasks of the academy will no longer require your distraction."

"However," Dean Avery emphasized, "even if you no longer hold teaching positions, you will still enjoy the same benefits as academy mentors. Specifically: Low Level Wizards will have longer intervals between tasks and rest periods, while High Level Wizards will enjoy a shorter mandatory service term or rotation cycle. Nolun No.147 Academy has been running smoothly for hundreds of years, with successors to maintain its daily operations, so you all can proceed with peace of mind."

This brought visible joy to many of the elite Wizards who originally held teaching positions, as it meant they could devote more energy to enhancing their strength and tackling more challenging research tasks, without being bogged down by trivial matters.

"Second," Dean Avery continued, "in light of the Elorcia Plane’s near-millennia-long continuous transformation and construction, with its ecological environment and Energy concentration now stabilized and optimized, the foundational rule of Nolun Academy is solid, and all facilities are complete."

"With the approval of Nolun Workshop, effective immediately, the ’Elorcia Plane’ will be officially renamed ’Nolun No.147 Plane.’ This means it has fully integrated into the core territory of our Nolun Workshop system."

The renaming may seem merely formal, but the significance behind it is considerable.

It marks the end of the pioneering phase for this plane and its entry into a new stage of stable development and deep exploration, with its strategic position and resource value officially recognized.

Having announced these two decisions, Dean Avery Knight decisively ended the meeting and left, leaving those in the conference room to digest the information and exchange ideas.

Jeming considered how these changes would affect him.

Being relieved of his teaching duties suited him well, though as part of the Logistics Element, he rarely encountered students anyway. At least he could focus more on managing his Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

It would allow him to concentrate on optimizing his own system, preparing for the upcoming tasks on the second line of battlefields.

And the renaming of the plane signified that the security and stability here had been further enhanced, making his base of operations more reliable.

Just as he was about to stand with the crowd to leave the conference room, a somewhat familiar, yet distant voice called his name from behind:

"Jeming!"

Jeming paused his steps and turned around. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He saw a tall Wizard in standard gray robes standing there, looking much more mature than Jeming remembered, yet still with an arrogant gleam in his eyes.

It was David.