Wizard Camp.
When Jeming and his four companions stepped through the camp gates, a familiar yet long-lost sense of ease instantly enveloped them.
Here, there was no interference from the Power of Faith, no clamor of the mundane world, only pure magic energy and the presence of their kind.
The tension of the past few days was swept away, replaced by the satisfaction of completing the mission and the anticipation of what lay ahead.
"Welco back!" A few Low Tier Wizards in charge of the reception stepped forward, their eyes filled with a trace of envy and admiration.
Clearly, the camp had already learned of what had transpired.
Soon, a new contribution ranking was refreshed and distributed.
This ti, rather than inscribing the information into everyone’s mind as before, a gigantic stele was erected in the center of the camp.
The huge Rune Stele floated in the central square of the camp, inscribed with lines of nas and numbers glowing in golden light.
The nas Jeming, Seraphina, Kaelen, Anya, and Reks were prominently listed at the top of the ranking, among which Jeming had been pushed to the top again thanks to his key role and outstanding performance in this operation, taking that coveted first place!
"Ha! As expected!" Kaelen couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he saw his na in fourth place.
Seraphina’s face also rarely broke into a slight smile, "Not bad, higher than expected."
Faced with this result, Jeming felt a calmness within.
Although there were quite a few unexpected incidents in between, it basically t his expectations.
However, Jeming no longer focused on these things, he was more interested in figuring out whether he could use these contributions to exchange for a Divine Spirit.
After all, his research related to the Divine Power Faith Network had just scratched the surface.
Compared to the empty fa on the contribution list, the unknown knowledge intrigued Jeming more.
But when their eyes swept down to the next na on the list, they were all taken aback.
"Wait... the one in second place..." Anya looked at the familiar yet strange na on the list, her voice filled with disbelief, "David? How could he be second?!"
Jeming and the others couldn’t help but look at the na—David.
This Tenth Level Genius, when he first appeared, shone like a cot, yet disappeared in a feigned death during the "Battle of David’s Annihilation" months ago.
They had even discussed him in the sewers before, but found no concrete leads.
Unexpectedly, he reappeared in their sight in this manner.
"What exactly did he do?" Anya couldn’t help but ask, curiosity filling her voice.
Kaelen scratched his head, looking confused, "The last ti I saw him was in the Beastman Kingdom, I don’t know what happened after that."
Reks rubbed his eyes, confusion shining in them, "His whereabouts in the Elorcia Plane have always been a mystery, he never sought aid or contacted us. How on earth did he earn this contribution?"
As one of David’s college mates, Seraphina understood her classmate better.
But even she couldn’t help but purse her lips upon seeing the result.
The five of them exchanged puzzled looks, all they could do was shake their heads helplessly.
"But there’s no rush," Seraphina looked at the group, "When the final rewards are arranged, everyone’s mission reports and contribution details will be revealed, we’ll find out then."
Jeming glanced at the na right below his on the list, stroking his chin, "Interesting..."
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Elorcia City
The Royal Capital of Elorcia was in chaos.
The once bustling streets were deserted, all that remained were the disordered corpses of patrol guards sprawled across the ground.
In the distance, although the twisting light at the church district had faded, terrified screams and curses constantly emanated from the direction of the Royal Palace.
At the entrance of a sparsely populated alley, the village warrior known as the "Lucky One"—Kaiden, stood there dumbfounded.
He gazed up at the sky where the plane crack had closed, restoring the previous tranquility.
Yet in his eyes, the scene that had unfolded like a broken sequence of fras—a High Tier Wizard blitz capturing all the Divine Spirits—was reflected.
The Witchcraft Artifact in his hand also delivered the ssage of the premature end of the assessnt.
"It’s over?" Kaiden mumbled to himself, a blank expression on his face.
Just days ago, he was thodically igniting the fighting spirit of the commoners in the Royal City, shouting hoarse speeches at taverns and squares, inciting the masses’ hatred for wizards to muster an army to desperately resist.
He had even just begun to feel that the fervent belief and fighting spirit of the Royal Capital’s commoners were converging as per his plan!
But just as success was dawning, the assessnt ended in a blink of an eye?!
Even the Divine Spirits were completely captured?
While he was still in a daze, a frantic squad of the Royal Capital Guard charged in from the other end.
Their eyes were filled with fear of the unknown and chaos. When they saw Kaiden, this "commoner," standing dumbly on the street, a trace of malice flashed in the eyes of one of the squad leaders.
He had been displeased with this guy for a long ti, and with the city in chaos now, he planned to take this opportunity to exact revenge and vent his inner fear.
"Kaiden, you..." the squad leader shouted angrily, pointing his longsword at Kaiden.
Unfortunately, he didn’t finish his sentence.
Crack!
A dazzling bolt of lightning descended from the sky!
The entire squad, including the squad leader, was instantly reduced to ashes without leaving a trace.
Having done all this effortlessly, Kaiden’s form began to blur.
The disguise on his body flowed away like water, revealing his true form — a woman with a stubborn expression yet breathtaking beauty.
It was Bert Villa Augusta!
She coldly glanced at the spot reduced to ashes, then turned and left the Royal Capital, rging into the depths of the night without stopping.
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...
In the splendid hall of the Elorcia Plane, where the leaders of various races once held etings.
This was once the hall of the highest power and wisdom in the Elorcia Plane, now it had beco a scene of devastation.
The intricately carved do had collapsed halfway, exposing the pitch-black night sky.
The once reflective marble floor was covered in blood and scorch marks; corpses of humans, elves, beastn, dwarves, demon eyes... were scattered in distorted postures.
Among them, the King of the human race, Ottolek III, and several key nobles and ministers under him, remained in their seats with expressions of utmost surprise and died there.
Their expressions were stiff and shocked, as if unable to believe they would die in this manner, in the place they were most familiar with and trusted.
The surprise on their faces far outweighed the fear.
Amidst the bloody chaos, only two people silently remained in the center of the hall.
One of them looked very young but was actually a Sage who was several hundred years old.
His emaciated body appeared sowhat hunched at this mont, and his eyes bore a hint of exhaustion. He sat in his original seat, gazing blankly at the scene before him.
The other person was the Sage’s apprentice—Rees.
He wore a simple robe, with a lean face, standing in the center of the hall, surveying the tragic circumstances around him.
"Truly decisive, my Sage," Rees’s voice echoed in the empty hall, tinged with an indescribable sense of emotion, "I originally thought you would only clean up the human high ranks, but it turns out you wiped out the high ranks of all the races at once. Even my ntor would praise this move."
With his words, Rees’s form began to change.
The muscles on his thin face twitched, and his contours gradually altered, becoming more robust and angular.
His thin body also beca more muscular, exuding a strong oppressive aura.
A head of golden short hair gradually replaced the black long hair, and between his brows erged a rebellious temperant.
Soon, he revealed his true identity—David, the Tenth Level genius of Nolun Academy!
The Sage did not respond to his words, just sat in the chair with slightly dazed eyes, looking at the chaos before him.
Only after a long ti did he speak in a sowhat hoarse voice, "I hope you will keep your promise."
"Don’t worry, my Sage," David approached the Sage with a confident smile on his face.
"Haven’t we already signed a contract? My ntor is an Alchemist who excels at Human Body Refining, making body transformation potions is not difficult for him. After several generations of breeding, the humans of this world can gradually transform into the humans of our world. By then, they can beco citizens of the Wizard Civilization."
Through the human transformation potion to transform and cultivate humanoid creatures from other planes, turning them into bodies with the sa structure as those of the Wizard Civilization’s humans.
This strategy was frequently used during the initial period when the Wizard Civilization left their native plane for large-scale expansion.
It was mainly for quickly supplenting manpower to et the growing demand for labor and military forces.
However, with the increasing reserve of backup personnel in the Wizard Civilization and the ergence of more efficient cloning and breeding technologies, this practice has beco rare in the current Wizard Civilization.
But occasionally, so erging forces or wizards with special purposes, in expanding territory or conducting experints, use this ancient and efficient thod to quickly increase population or experintal subjects.
"Moreover, I don’t wish to break my promise just because of a small matter," David added, his gaze sweeping over the lifeless mortal leaders in the hall.
The way David thought to earn Contribution Points was actually simple: break their defense from within the Elorcia Plane, achieving so-called "decapitation."
Since being besieged and faking death to escape, David had focused on the extrely powerful Sage during the siege.
After careful observation, he secretly approached him and demonstrated the strength of the Wizard Civilization.
And promised that if the Sage was willing to help him complete the "decapitation," he could use his Contribution Points to carve out an area afterward, helping the species of this world integrate into the Wizard Civilization, or leave "seeds" and "continuity" for this world.
The final result was naturally that the Sage agreed with his idea.
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