I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

Chapter 780 Admissions

The square was teeming with people.

Batch after batch of eligible children, guided by their mentors, entered various testing arrays in an orderly manner.

As the magic array was activated, soft rays of light rose from the ground, sweeping across each child's body like flowing water.

The next moment, beams of light of different colors shot into the sky, red, blue, cyan, yellow... each color different, at different heights.

The higher the beam of light, the stronger the affinity between the elements.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the plaza, numerous alchemical instruments were also operating simultaneously, measuring mental strength, soul stability, elemental manipulation precision, and potential for law perception...

The data was recorded one by one and eventually compiled into a complete qualification file for each apprentice.

Standing at the edge of the square, looking at the lively scene before him, Jemin couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Thousands of years ago, when Academy Noren 147 was first established, the entire academy had only a few hundred students.

Back then, on enrollment days, the square was deserted, with only a few dozen people sparsely lined up in front of the testing array, not even filling half a football field. But now…

Children from hundreds of secondary planes gathered here.

The long queue stretched from the testing array all the way to the outer edge of the square, and then meandered back and forth along the street several times.

Elemental beams of light rose and fell continuously.

Crimson, ice blue, emerald green, golden yellow...

The various colors intertwined, like a slowly flowing ocean of light, illuminating the entire square in a dazzling display.

Both in terms of quantity and overall quality, they are no longer comparable to what they were back then.

Just then, a particularly loud exclamation suddenly erupted from the center of the square.

boom!!!

A thick, crimson beam of light suddenly shot into the sky.

That beam of light was far more dazzling than any of the previous ones, its diameter was a full circle thicker, and it went all the way up to the highest mark of the detection array, finally stopping at the very top.

Fire element affinity, maximum value.

"Level 10!"

"Max level Fire Affinity!"

"Notify your advisor immediately!"

The tutor in charge of registration suddenly stood up.

The children who were originally queuing up also stood on tiptoe to look at the center of the magic circle.

Standing there was a little boy who looked about eight or nine years old.

Her light blonde short hair seemed to be edged with gold in the firelight, and her deep brown eyes held a hint of excitement.

Jemin glanced at it and then raised his eyebrows slightly.

That child… the soul fluctuations emanating from him seem somewhat familiar.

"David?"

His light blond hair was almost identical to that of a young David, and his deep brown eyes were probably inherited from his wife, Erin. Therefore, he recognized the man almost instantly.

Jemin turned and looked towards the perimeter of the academy.

Soon, a familiar figure was spotted in the crowd.

David stood at the very front of the parents' group, seemingly seeing his child's performance through his spiritual power, a smile appearing on his face. Centuries had passed, but he hadn't changed much.

Her long, golden hair was still neatly combed back, and her robes remained impeccably clean.

The solidified domain of laws is much thicker than it was back then, but it lacks the sharp edge of a true combat wizard.

Jemin smiled, quietly approached the crowd, and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"David".

David turned around and was momentarily stunned when he saw Jemin.

Immediately afterwards, a bright smile spread across his face.

"Jamin! Long time no see."

The two shook hands.

David couldn't help but look Jemin up and down, and said with a smile:

"I was just wondering if you'd come to this recruitment event. I didn't expect to actually run into you."

Jemin laughed and said, "Now that I'm in charge of the academy, I have to come and check on it."

As he spoke, he looked toward the center of the square.

"That child...is your son?"

"right."

When the children were mentioned, David's smile deepened.

"Cohen just turned eight years old this year."

Jemin nodded: "Good aptitude."

"Not just good," David said, his eyes crinkling with laughter, "Full of potential."

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you." He looked at Jemin earnestly.

"If it weren't for the talent enhancement technology you developed, Cohen would never have possessed such talent."

"The family later did a special calculation. Without enhancement, his elemental affinity would be at most around level seven or eight."

"But now..."

He gazed at the still-burning pillar of flame in the distance, his eyes filled with pride.

"It's truly top-tier talent."

Jemin waved his hand.

"The fact that technology can be effective is your own choice. Besides—..."

He smiled.

"Qualifications are just the starting point; how far he can go in the future depends on himself."

"That's true." David nodded in agreement.

Just as the two were talking, the little boy in the square had already arrived at the department registration office with his mentor.

He placed his hand directly on the combat-related registration crystal without much hesitation.

A flash of pale red light, and the registration was complete.

Jemin was somewhat surprised.

"Combat-oriented? The child's own choice? Or arranged by the family?"

"Yes, we have both." David smiled.

"We've done a lot of tests on him in advance over the past few years. And the results show that this child is quite interesting."

"His stability in fine manipulation is average, but when it comes to unleashing a large amount of energy instantly, he performs better than other children his age." "After discussion, the family decided that he is more suited to a combat-oriented style."

Jemin nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, besides intelligence, logistics values ​​precision of control. Combat, on the other hand, values ​​bursts of speed, reaction time, and on-the-spot adaptability."

"Since the talent is there, there's no need to force them to develop in the direction of logistics."

"That's exactly right," David said with a smile.

"Actually, some people in my family thought that combat-type characters were dangerous at first, but after thinking about it carefully, we decided against it."

"We can't let our children walk a path they're not good at just because we're afraid of danger. That would only make things more dangerous." Jemin nodded without arguing.

As the wizarding civilization has developed to this point, there are already countless statistics regarding the choice between combat and logistics systems.

At lower levels, the mortality rate for logistics-related classes is indeed far lower than that for combat-related classes, while the combat strength of combat-related classes also seems to be lower than that of logistics-related classes. Therefore, many novice wizards subconsciously regard combat-related classes as cannon fodder and logistics-related classes as elites.

Even Jemin had such thoughts at one point.

But as time went on, Jemin increasingly realized that "combat" and "logistics" were indeed very appropriate terms.

Strictly speaking, combat and logistics are actually two different paths.

Combat wizards excel at acquiring resources and honing their skills through war, and their ability to process resources in real time far surpasses that of logistics wizards. In terms of combat power, if we focus on high-level wizards, we will find that those combat wizards who have fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood often surpass logistics wizards of the same level in terms of combat awareness, application of laws, and on-the-spot reactions.

The most typical example in the academy is Bert Vera Augusta.

Almost all the high-level mentors who knew the inside story agreed that once she successfully reached level six, her combat power would be second only to themselves and Viola. More importantly…

Forced conscription is a fate that no wizard can escape.

If someone who isn't good at research forces their way into the logistics system for the sake of so-called security, they will ultimately face a higher mortality rate when they are drafted into dangerous battlefields due to insufficient personal growth.

The path that truly suits you is the safest path.

David let out a soft sigh of relief as he watched his child being taken away by his mentor.

"Alright, the child's paperwork is done, I should head back now. There's still a ton of stuff to take care of with the family."

Jemin nodded: "Let's get together again sometime."

"Definitely." David smiled and waved.

"When Cohen is on vacation, I'll take him to visit you and let him meet the person who truly created the aptitude enhancement technology."

He's always been curious about you.

"No problem," Jemin said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

The teleportation array lit up, and with a flash of silver-white light, David's figure disappeared in the center of the array.

Jemin stood there, watching the crowds still flowing through the square.

One group of children after another stepped onto the testing platform.

New beams of light kept appearing.

New cheers continued to erupt.

His gaze slowly swept over each child, looking at them very attentively.

After a long while, he sighed softly to himself.

"It seems... there are still no true geniuses in this year's class."

Of course, this does not mean that these children are not good enough.

But Jemin's perspective is different now.

In his view, what determines whether someone is a genius is not whether their elemental affinity reaches level ten, nor their mental strength surpasses that of ordinary people.

Rather, it is... "wisdom".

At least among this group of children, he has not seen anyone like that yet.

(One more chapter.)