A rare trace of a faint smile appeared on Professor Clark’s face.
He took out a brand new Wizard Robe from behind him, along with a badge that shimred with profound light.
"Jeming, this is the badge of a First Level Official Wizard, and your official robe."
Professor Clark handed the badge to Jeming. It wasn’t a simple tal casting, but crafted from so kind of translucent material.
It was engraved with complex Wizard Runes, seemingly containing a miniature Elental Storm inside, symbolizing the recognition of a First Level Wizard’s Elental Control Power.
The robe was woven from a special black thread, capable of effectively isolating external energy interference, and served as a symbol of Official Wizard status, with plenty of blank areas reserved for the wizard to engrave enhancents themselves.
Jeming accepted the badge and robe, feeling the powerful force contained within, a ripple of emotions stirred in his heart.
From today onwards, he could shed the title of Apprentice and beco recognized by the entire Wizard Civilization as an Official Wizard.
It was not just an honor but the fruit of his years of hard cultivation, and a passport to a broader world in the future.
"Very good." Professor Clark nodded in satisfaction, "Your performance has exceeded my expectations. I look forward to more surprises from you in the future."
"Thank you, ntor, for your guidance." Jeming bowed in gratitude, then took his place behind the ntor to observe the ceremony.
Aside from a few students whose talent was indeed too poor, other graduates successfully received their badge and official robe of a First Level Official Wizard.
Those who couldn’t reach First Level Wizard due to poor talent mostly had stubborn expressions on their faces, and couldn’t help frequently glancing at the nearby Space Transmission Array.
That was where they would enter other planes for warfare shortly.
At the onset of their education, every student feared military service, but over the years, those apprentices restricted by their own talent and unable to break through to First Level Wizard were instead most eager to join the plane wars.
The number of apprentices in different disciplines varied, and most of the logistics elent swiftly completed their graduation ceremonies.
The academy didn’t delay, allowing wizards who completed their ceremony to set off imdiately.
So, while so from the combat elent were still in their graduation, on the other side of the hall, graduates heading to other planes for warfare had already begun to board the enormous Space Transmission Array in succession.
Array Patterns lit up beneath their feet, light flickering, each teleportation taking away a batch of young and fervent figures, sending them to workshops conquering or exploring planes, to assu the responsibilities of an Official Wizard — pioneering and gathering new knowledge.
Jeming stood behind Professor Clark, watching those departing figures, a strong sense of emotion surged within.
He clearly rembered the last ti he attended such a ceremony, it was five years ago.
He sat below the stage, watching those graduating wizards embark on their journeys with high spirits, eyes filled with longing and curiosity for the Wizard World...
Wait, no, was there?
Jeming couldn’t help but fall into thought.
He rembered... although he’d only studied for five years, he seed able to take down all the newly graduated wizards present at the ti.
Thinking of this, Jeming couldn’t help but let his gaze wander.
His sight swept over others who, like him, passed the Nolun Workshop trials but had not yet gone to other planes for warfare, yet Jeming felt a vague, indescribable odd feeling in his heart.
Then he saw Augusta, standing proudly behind the Combat Elent ntor, and Jeming finally realized who was missing.
He instinctively searched for a sowhat familiar figure.
"Right, where’s Horn?" Jeming asked casually, still searching the crowd with his eyes.
As a small genius with Eighth Level Elental Talent, Horn was a celebrated figure during freshman year in the academy, exceptionally gifted, and should have been one of the highlights of this graduation ceremony.
Amy, upon hearing, remained calm, and her tone sounded as if discussing sothing inconsequential: "Him? He’s dead."
"Dead?"
A few brief words, yet like an icy bolt of lightning, instantly struck Jeming’s heart.
He looked at Amy, whose expression remained as serene as if stating an already accepted fact.
Victor beside them rely nodded slightly, expressing agreent: "Yes, he died earlier on the Elorcia Plane."
Horn is dead?
A complex stream of emotions surged in Jeming’s heart.
Not precisely regret or fear, but more akin to the daze and complexity felt when hearing of an acquaintance’s death.
Horn, as a "small genius" with Eighth Level Elental Talent, was expected by many to go further on the wizard path, once the pride in the hearts of many, and had gained considerable expectations.
Amy continued to explain, "Unfortunately, ever since passing the academy trial, he inexplicably started to lose himself. He focused more on building connections rather than self-improvent. He spent his days mingling with the heirs of various noble families and attending nurous banquets, neglecting his studies in turn."
"So this guy, unfortunately, died in the previous trial." Victor added, his tone carrying a hint of imperceptible regret.
But this regret seed more for the fall of talent than individual grief.
Jeming felt a little bit of lant.
Although he barely knew Horn at all and could even say they almost had no interactions.
Hearing about a once-renowned genius dying silently like this, he couldn’t help but feel so regret.
He rembered how confident, even slightly arrogant, Horn appeared in the academy back then.
Such talent, which took a wrong path and wasted valuable ti and energy on aningless "contacts," eventually fell in the brutal planar trial.
This is a common occurrence in the Wizard World.
Talent is important, but more significant is the thirst for knowledge, the pursuit of power, and the determination to continually improve oneself in the face of fierce competition.
Wizards who beco infatuated with worldly power, interpersonal relationships, or those who rest on their laurels relying only on talent, no matter how high their starting point, will eventually be eliminated by this cold, efficient system.
Jeming withdrew his gaze and looked at the formal wizard emblem in his hand.
It seed to be reminding him that true power has always been in his own hands.
Contacts, resources, honor — these are all external, only the strength within oneself is the foundation for standing firm in the Multi-Dinsional Planes.
Just as the crowd gradually dispersed and the hall regained so tranquility, Professor Clark’s steady voice sounded in Jeming’s ear, "Jeming, co to my office."
"Yes, Professor." Jeming responded respectfully, then followed the professor’s pace, passing through the familiar corridors of the academy.
Professor Clark’s office was as simple as always.
The professor went behind the desk and gestured for Jeming to sit in the chair opposite.
"Sit down," Professor Clark’s voice carried a slight hint of relaxation.
He picked up a stack of materials from the table, while Jeming’s Magic Network Terminal simultaneously received an encrypted ssage.
"This is the planar information you applied for earlier." Professor Clark got straight to the point, pushing the materials he held in front of Jeming.
Jeming’s gaze was imdiately drawn to that stack of materials.
It was the Demon Plane he had acquired with the highest contribution points in the Elorcia Plane trial, and now it was finally settled!
"Based on the workshop’s survey and evaluation, combined with your own wishes, the selected Demon Plane for you is the finest in the Elorcia Plane Community."
Professor Clark spoke calmly, but the information contained in his words made Jeming’s heart race.
"This plane is called ’Purgatory Sulfur.’ The physical size even exceeds that of the Elorcia Plane’s surface. It’s a vast and primitive land full of active Fire Elents and extrely frequent geological activities."
Jeming’s eyes instantly radiated incredible brilliance.
This ant the plane harbored extrely rich resources and sufficient space to undertake nurous large-scale experints!
Professor Clark indicated for Jeming to look at the information on the Magic Network Terminal: "This is a detailed survey report of the plane and the coordinates for the plane you are about to receive. The Nolun Workshop has installed a permanent Space Teleportation Gate on that plane. This coordinate point is the ’key’ to the Space Teleportation Gate. Through it, you can travel between the Nolun Workshop and that plane at any ti."
He paused, then added, "Once you reach that plane, you can change the specific coordinate point of the Space Teleportation Gate at any ti based on your needs and safety considerations. Of course, if you have other requirents, you can also give the coordinate point to soone you know, all according to your preference."
Jeming took a deep breath, calming his excitent within.
This represented a real plane truly falling into his hands.
"This plane, due to its harsh environnt, mainly hosts so fire-attributed Elental Creatures and heat-resistant Magical Beasts, as well as a few Demons born deep within volcanoes. Their numbers are vast, and while they are powerful, they are also extrely aggressive. You need to make ample preparations." Professor Clark reminded.
"I understand, Professor. I’ll be careful." Jeming nodded.
"Additionally, if you need, the workshop can assist in contacting a logistics construction team composed of Low Tier Wizards. They are capable of handling the initial developnt and resource collection for the plane. Specific permissions have been sent to your Magic Network Terminal; you can make arrangents yourself." Professor Clark continued, "Do you have any other questions?"
"No, Professor. Thank you so much to you and the workshop for all the support!" Jeming sincerely expressed his gratitude to Professor Clark.
Professor Clark gave an imperceptible nod: "Go now. The path of a Wizard lies in exploration and practice. Good luck."
"Yes!"
Jeming did not linger; he eagerly stood up, gave another salute to Professor Clark, then hurried out of the office.
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