The amount of information provided by these crystals is overwhelming.

After a moment of silence, Jeming suddenly laughed: "Indeed, it’s so like me to be thorough."

Using his consciousness to absentmindedly fiddle with the record crystal containing information about the battle where he triggered Light Transformation, Jeming began contemplating how to warn his next self about the traps related to physical strength.

"Troublesome, this round I exposed my physical strength, so... I need to find a way to ensure my next self can directly see this information."

This request sounds simple but is actually quite cumbersome.

Because according to his actions after this reincarnation, although he can sense the occurrence of the cycle, he doesn’t have enough time to check the information within the crystal.

After pondering for a moment, Jeming began searching for materials within the Grotto Heaven.

He found a piece of silver-white high-density alloy, quickly shaping it using Alchemy into a half-meter square metal plate.

Then he inscribed text on the plate.

First, he wrote a large "3" to remind his next self of how many cycles had been previously experienced.

After carving the main content, he added a line of small text next to the "3," noting that his physical strength had been exposed and detailing the general situation of the previous battle.

Afterwards, Jeming placed the number 3 board next to the number 2 board.

According to his previous actions, before that battle, the information he could see was only what was on the metal board.

Thus, these metal boards are the number one tool for conveying the most important information.

Having completed these tasks, Jeming took a deep breath and returned his awareness to the real world.

The battlefield had largely been cleared.

The wizards were constructing a temporary camp, treating the injured, and replenishing energy.

Distant sounds of sporadic battles could still be heard, but the overall situation had been decided.

Jeming stood up and walked straight to the biggest metal fortress in the center of the camp, where the newly established legion command center was located.

The wizard on guard recognized him: "Wizard Jeming? Lord Frost is inside, but..."

"I have urgent information," Jeming cut him off, "It’s a matter of life and death for the entire legion."

The guards exchanged glances and made way.

Indeed, Jeming planned to deliver this information directly to the command center.

Instead of dealing with this alone, it would be better to involve the entire Expeditionary Army.

Inside the tent, Frost was standing before a three-dimensional tactical map, his brow furrowed.

The map was densely populated with red dots and blue dots, lines of battle intertwined.

Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up: "Jeming? Is your squad finished resting?"

"My Lord." Jeming skipped formalities, directly producing dozens of record crystals.

These record crystals had been carefully selected by him, containing crucial intelligence while not revealing his unique abilities: "Please take a look at these."

Frost took the crystals, a glint of doubt in his eyes.

But when his Spiritual Power probed into the first one and saw the "memory images," his expression changed instantly.

He quickly browsed through the dozens of crystals and then looked up, eyes like sharp blades:

"These images... The timestamps show ’after the battle began this round,’ and the content is clearly of battles we have yet to encounter. So..."

"Yes, it’s exactly as you think, these record crystals are information my past self left for me."

"You have the ability to transcend the influence of time loops?!" Frost was exceptionally shocked.

Jeming was already prepared with a reply: "My master grandmaster is an Eighth Level Alchemy Master."

Jeming said no more.

And upon hearing this, Frost’s surprise deepened.

But this time, the astonishment wasn’t about Jeming having this ability, but about "this kid actually having an Eighth Level Wizard as a background."

As for resisting the time loop ability, any Eighth Level Wizard can easily achieve it with Law Solidification, and if the person is also an Eighth Level Alchemy Master, creating something to resist is trivial.

As for the principle of equivalent exchange that wizards uphold, having to pay for resources even between mentors and disciples, that is indeed the case, but there’s always the option of loans.

Even though such loans would likely be very expensive, ordinary wizards don’t even qualify for them.

"So what." Frost refrained from further questioning what Jeming’s abilities were, tapping the crystal, "Did you bring this intelligence to seek cooperation?"

"Yes." Jeming nodded, "I trust you won’t let me suffer losses."

Jeming could very well rely on this intelligence to consistently avoid enemy traps and use various methods to secure benefits for himself.

Although each loop resets, it also allows for more intelligence to be gathered, theoretically accumulating more rewards with enough patience.

But for Jeming, he was more curious about the time loop ability.

A discovery of such a level of ability is certainly not something a mere Fourth Level Wizard could resolve alone.

In that case, why not cooperate with the military instead, as he wasn’t lacking in Military Merits? Perhaps he could use this opportunity to earn a qualification in researching the time loop.

Frost also understood Jeming’s need, nodding in satisfaction: "If your provided information is genuine, I will actively recommend your merits to Starcaster Lord Artarius. Then, no matter the nature of this time loop ability, you will earn the qualification to participate in research."

Next, Frost stared at the intelligence within the record crystals, lost in thought.

He turned back to the tactical map, his fingers gliding across it:

"The underground nest is a trap... The real main force is transported via Earth Vein... The loop trigger is related to swarm numbers but they are also in control..."

Suddenly, he paused his actions, gripping the record crystal, a contemplative expression on his face: "Interesting, is that how the next battle is fought? Seems these bugs really rely heavily on the intelligence provided by the time loop..."

He walked to the edge of the fortress, pushed the door open, and gazed into the distance where the Reaper Race was retreating:

"They think they have countless opportunities to try and err. But they don’t know... Death, too, can divulge information."

"Notify all commanders Level Sixth and above for a meeting one standard hour later." Frost ordered to his adjutant and then turned to Jeming, "Are you coming?"

Jeming shook his head: "Thank you for your kind offer, but it’s not necessary."

Jeming knew his place, with his strength and knowledge, he wouldn’t be able to provide any useful advice at such a high-level meeting, better to be a tool for intelligence provision.

"Understood." Wizard Frost nodded.

"In that case, prepare your squad ahead of time. This time, we will use their ’loop’ to turn the hunt on them."

Jeming bowed and excused himself.

As he stepped out of the tent, the sunset was descending on the horizon, dyeing the entire battlefield in blood.

He clenched his fist.

The next round of war... will soon come.

And this time, they were the ones with the intelligence advantage.