Chapter 705: Chapter 598: Negotiation

As the High Tier Wizards from both parties entered the palace, those outside could no longer discern what was happening inside.

At this moment, Jeming’s Magic Network Terminal started vibrating.

He glanced down to see the intelligence sent by the Artificial Intelligences flooding in continuously, each piece meticulously organized.

From the political structure of parallel worlds to power systems, from the history of civilization’s development to the current crises being faced, categorized and clear like academic theses.

He quickly browsed through those texts, gaining a rough understanding of the parallel Wizard Civilization before him.

As estimated during Jeming’s previous conversation with Dean Avery Knight, the parallel world’s Wizard Civilization has no Ninth Level Wizards.

After all, since the Wizard Civilization established knowledge protection treaties following the achievement of Ninth Level by that "first one," it’s evident that later wizards enjoy better conditions than those in the parallel world’s Wizard Civilization.

And even under more favorable conditions, achieving Ninth Level Wizards is close to impossible, let alone under harsher conditions.

What’s more, the difficulty in achieving Ninth Level Wizard status is extremely high; even removing those nine Ninth Level Wizards poses the question of whether the Wizard Civilization has anyone with the qualifications to achieve Ninth Level.

So, Jeming had already speculated about the information on the absence of Ninth Level Wizards in parallel worlds.

But it was only upon seeing those detailed data analyses that he truly understood what it meant.

A civilization without a Ninth Level Wizard at its helm is like a Giant Beast without fangs in the endless Chaotic Void.

Though considered powerful too, it lacks an overwhelming strength.

And as the Wizards’ nature for expansion remains unchanged, once expanded to a certain range, the parallel world’s Wizard Civilization faces unprecedented backlash.

The surrounding enemy civilizations united, squeezing the space of this civilization from all directions.

War never ceased.

Every generation of Wizards in parallel worlds is born on the battlefield, grows up on the battlefield, and dies on the battlefield.

Knowledge is passed on amidst fires of war, and it is lost in the same fires.

The profound, long-term research-needed theoretical techniques get simplified into the most direct killing techniques.

Those experiments requiring generation-crossing relay work are interrupted due to turmoil.

The precious wisdom-recorded classics of the sages are reduced to ashes in the Wizards’ mutual contests and war fires.

Survival became this Wizard Civilization’s sole goal.

Jeming looked up at the palace floating in the void.

Silver-white walls reflect cold gleams under starlight, sharply contrasting the distorted battleships opposite.

Momentum continuously erupted from inside the palace as both negotiating parties instinctively displayed power, probed limits, and contended for initiative in each clause.

These momentum waves, even through the palace walls, still slightly trembled the surrounding void.

The negotiations didn’t seem smooth, but from those momentum fluctuations’ frequency, neither party intended to overturn the table.

Jeming and the surrounding Wizards waited patiently.

After some unspecified time, the palace door finally opened.

Four hundred Eighth Level Wizards walked out first, steps confident and faces varying levels of satisfaction.

Next came over a hundred Eighth Level Wizards from the parallel world, their expressions much more complex.

Some appeared relieved, some unsatisfied, while others had an expression Jeming couldn’t understand hidden in their eyes.

Felix and the figures of the other three major Artificial Intelligences appeared in the void, projecting their voice across the battlefield.

"The agreement has been reached. The four major forces promise not to launch extermination wars, adopting a civilization fusion plan to fully accept the parallel world’s Wizard Civilization."

A low murmuring arose in the void.

The Wizards from the four major forces nodded slightly; this outcome was predictable to them.

But on the opposing battleships, those wizards with gaunt faces fell into deeper unrest.

Felix continued: "Before the civilization fusion, both sides must find their Twins for one-on-one combat. The loser voluntarily signs a Soul Contract to become the winner’s research assistant."

As soon as the words fell, repressed cheers erupted from the four major forces’ camp.

The High Tier Wizards were now eager to flex their muscles, some warming up, others checking their equipment, and some already using Spiritual Power to scan the distorted battleships opposite, searching for possible Twins.

They came to this gathering waiting for precisely this moment.

An individual from the same root and origin, a research assistant that could mutually verify and promote each other.

But on the opposite battleships, it was another scene.

Those Wizards with gaunt faces glanced at each other, their previous madness replaced by anger and terror.

"Research assistant" as a concept didn’t exist for them; they only knew slaves... and experimental subjects.

Some were angry, some desperate, and some trembled with the urge to rush to the opposite side but were tightly restrained by their companions.

Yet more individuals, after a brief period of chaos, fell into silence.

They looked at their peers across, those dressed in splendid attire and steady aura, at those four terrifying war machines, at those Eighth Level Wizards in the sky whom they could never reach...

They finally, silently accepted this outcome.

This wasn’t what they wanted, but it was what they could receive.

Jeming stood at the flagship’s edge, his gaze sweeping over the silhouettes on the battleships.

Most had already accepted reality, appearing extremely despondent, but a small portion’s eyes flickered, devising unknown thoughts.

Jeming kept these faces in mind.

In the following days, the entire void transformed into a massive construction site.

The Wizards from the Void Architecture Institute led the construction work of the "Dueling Arena."

It was a giant structure floating in the endless Chaotic Void, entirely made of silver-white metal and covered with folded geometric Rune patterns on its surface.

Its internal space was folded innumerable times; from the outside, it looked like a structure with a diameter of several dozen kilometers, but the interior’s actual space could accommodate thousands of battles simultaneously.

The Wizards of Star Ring Federation supplied Energy, connecting part of the quantum entanglement flagship’s power to the core of the Dueling Arena.

The Wizards of Deep Red Royal Court provided shielding, cultivating a layer of living Protective Shield around the Dueling Arena, capable of absorbing any residual attack waves.

Wizards from the Anti-Entropy Alliance formulated rules, implanting a completely fair "Law" in the Dueling Arena’s interior.

Any participant entering would be suppressed to the same Level, physical strength, and Spiritual Power intensity.

"We will ensure relative fairness," announced an Eighth Level Wizard from the Anti-Entropy Alliance.

The Wizards from the four major forces had no objections.

To them, true advantage lay in knowledge, understanding the essence of power, and these wouldn’t vanish because of Level suppression.

But the Wizards from the parallel world, after hearing these rules, had even more complex expressions.

Jeming stood at the flagship’s edge, observing the Dueling Arena’s formation, silently calculating his plans.

He was almost certain he likely had no Twin, but this gathering itself was an invaluable opportunity.

Battles among High Tier Wizards seldom fell into the perception of low-Level Wizards; each of their moves was a manifestation of knowledge.

As long as one observes earnestly, learns earnestly, the gains won’t be less than any research.

Soon, as the last component of the Dueling Arena was installed, silver-white light lit up from the building’s surface, illuminating the entire void.

Felix’s voice resonated again, calm and solemn: "The Dueling Arena is ready. The search for Twins will begin tomorrow."

Within the four major forces’ camp, cheers surged like waves.

On the opposite battleships, those Wizards with gaunt faces raised their heads, looking at that majestic structure, their madness gradually fading.

Replacing it was a long-lost feeling known as "exhaustion."

Some Wizards sighed, even suddenly feeling themselves relax.

Though the research assistant sounds unreliable, at least... it’s better than dying on the battlefield.

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