Chapter 315: Chapter 283: Internal Factory

A year later, Jeming successfully completed the preliminary groundwork for assisting Dean Avery Knight in the fusion of the planes.

Escaping from those intricate energy node calibrations, environmental parameter monitoring, and basic array deployment tasks, he let out a long sigh of relief.

This meant that before the next five-year enrollment cycle arrived, he finally had a period of relatively complete leisure time that he could freely dispose of.

Walking along the path back to the mentor’s office assigned to him by the academy, Jeming couldn’t help but reflect.

For official wizards, who often conduct research and exploration in terms of decades and centuries, a five-year enrollment cycle does seem overly frequent.

This amount of time is probably not even enough to complete the optimization of a slightly complex witchcraft model.

As he was pondering, a familiar figure appeared at the corner of the corridor ahead.

“Yo, junior! Is the task over?” Senior Viola still carried that slightly lazy yet sharp-eyed look, but today, her face clearly showed a hint of undisguised… joy?

“Senior.” Jeming nodded in greeting.

Seeing her expression, he was a little curious. Combined with not seeing her name on the plane reconstruction project list before, he tentatively asked, “You seem to be in a good mood. Could it be… you’ve received students?”

“Smart!” Viola snapped her fingers, her smile even more radiant, “Two little fellows, both under my magic potion program!”

Hearing this, Jeming indeed felt a hint of envy.

Passing on one’s knowledge to students is always a delightful event. He sincerely congratulated, “Congratulations, senior.”

However, Viola tilted her head, scrutinizing Jeming’s expression.

Then she pouted, appearing somewhat dissatisfied, “Just envy? Isn’t there anything else? Like… jealousy? Or feeling unjust and angry because I snatched the students?”

Jeming was stunned by this strange question and couldn’t help but laugh, “Senior, your request is a bit strange.”

Viola waved her hand, explaining, “Forget it. Let me tell you; one of my two students was tipped off by wizard parents before enrollment. Though unsure of themselves, they wisely chose a ’reliable’ logistics faction.”

“The other one, purely due to listening to too many myths and fantasizing about those ’magic potions’ that can grant immortality and instant power, ended up here. It’s not by any smart insight into the academy’s layout.”

Jeming was a bit surprised, “It sounds like… you’re not disappointed, senior? On the contrary, you’re quite happy?”

“Of course, I’m happy!” Viola’s eyes curved into crescents, yet there was a chilling amusement in her smile, “These two little fellows have average aptitude, and learning the basics of magic potion theory is utterly painful for them. Their daily grumpy faces are simply prime material for… uh, excellent teaching feedback! Watching their struggle makes my mood exceptionally joyous every day!”

Jeming: “…”

He couldn’t help but shake his head inwardly, lamenting why he bothered asking.

Given this senior’s twisted sense of humor, how could she have a normal mentor’s mindset?

He silently offered a moment of condolence for the two apprentices who had unfortunately fallen into “demonic clutches” and quickly bid farewell to Viola, escaping the corridor filled with eerie joy.

Returning to his mostly vacant mentor’s office, Jeming directly activated the built-in teleportation array.

With a flash of light, he returned to his true place of belonging—the core laboratory of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

Two years slipped by in focused research.

Just as Jeming was immersed in optimizing the structure of the Divine Power Faith Network energy circuit, a sudden urgent communication request interrupted his thoughts.

He frowned in displeasure, but upon seeing the contact information displayed on the communicator, his brows instantly relaxed, and a rarely-seen, excited smile appeared on his face.

It was from Nolun Workshop’s official logistics department!

He immediately accepted the communication, and a formal yet clear voice came through, “Master Jeming, your ordered ’Omni-Plane Adaptive Multifunctional Precision Manufacturing Platform’ has arrived. Please prepare to receive.”

“It’s finally here!” Jeming felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

He quickly authorized and activated the highest permission receiving array of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

With a powerful spatial fluctuation, above the open field outside the laboratory, a massive shadow suddenly appeared, like a steel cloud pressing down.

At the moment of its impending descent, the complex anti-gravity array inscribed at its base lit up promptly, emitting a gentle hum, causing this colossal entity to hover steadily half a meter above the ground.

Simultaneously, layers of semi-transparent energy shields flowed across the object’s surface, forming a tight protection, ensuring that the internal precision components wouldn’t be affected by transportation jolts or harsh external environments.

Jeming walked out of the laboratory, looking up at this long-awaited creation—a colossal metallic entity that was awe-inspiring.

Its main structure was composed of a matte dark alloy, with lines that were rigid yet filled with industrial aesthetics.

The overall shape was roughly rectangular, with a length exceeding fifty meters, and both width and height over twenty meters, comparable to a mobile metal fortress.

The machine’s surface was covered with various interfaces, observation windows, energy conduits, and retractable mechanical arm bases.

Countless densely packed runes, like stars, appeared faintly on the metal surface, forming an extremely complex energy guidance and control network.

The most peculiar thing was that the entire machine exuded an aura of “stability” and “inclusiveness”, as if it could ignore the changing surroundings and exist independently.

This was due to the effect of law solidification personally applied by a sixth-level wizard, ensuring its core functions could operate normally under the fundamental rules of most planes.

This “Omni-Plane Adaptive Multifunctional Precision Manufacturing Platform” is essentially a super factory capable of fully automated production of specific witchcraft artifacts!

Its price was so exorbitant that it could bankrupt many veteran fourth-level wizards.

But for Jeming, who owned the “Self-Stabilizing Field Regulation Protocol” as a cash cow, military merits were just numbers.

What truly troubled him, instead, was another issue—space.

In the past, the space within his body was only the size of a room. Not to mention this giant, even larger experimental equipment couldn’t fit inside.

However, things were different now.

The breakthrough of the Golden Core Realm not only brought about a qualitative change in power but also significantly expanded the space within him.

Now, the space within his dantian, existing alongside the Golden Core, was vast enough to accommodate a small village.

Placing this automatic factory and a massive amount of raw materials inside was more than enough!

At this moment, the long-conceived idea in Jeming’s heart finally had the foundation for realization!

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