Chapter 407: Chapter 355: Speculation (Double Chapter)

Reks didn’t continue speaking, but Jeming already knew what he wanted to say.

Obviously, there is quite a gap between dreams and reality.

In order to advance to the Third Level Wizard, they had no other choice.

People like Reks, who love alchemy and mechanics, and whose talent is also in alchemy and mechanics, are rare. Most wizards have to choose the skill they are best at from their talents for in-depth study to continue progressing.

Reks paused, his voice lowered: "Look at them now... one has become a rock star in the spotlight, another a highly respected top Mecha Master, able to fully express their talent and passion..."

"The way they are now, perhaps they are living more like themselves than in the Wizard World, more comfortably."

Jeming caught on to what he meant: "You don’t plan to continue the investigation?"

"There’s no way, after all, there’s not enough time."

Reks shook his head expressionlessly: "There is less than a year left until the deadline proposed by the command center. To be honest, given the current situation, I don’t think we can find the truth in such a short time."

"No wonder you just said you don’t plan to leave in the short term..." Jeming understood.

"Looks like you plan to wait until the Eighth Level Wizard takes action before retreating?"

Reks nodded silently.

Jeming also had to agree, his idea was actually more appropriate.

Since the two of them have already awakened, when the Eighth Level Wizard takes action, they can fully gather the wizards they recognize and figure out a way to send a signal.

With the power of an Eighth Level Wizard, even in a universe-scale plane like this, they could definitely extract the two who sent the signal in an instant.

In this way, even if they haven’t done anything else, just rescuing other wizards would earn them enough merit.

What’s more, as awakened ones, they have been frantically learning various knowledge over the years.

It can be said that even if they don’t do anything in the future, they’d still profit greatly.

"There isn’t much time left. Seeing them like this, I think I can also enjoy myself. After all, such a peaceful plane is hard to find... maybe I can achieve my dream too." Reks suddenly smiled.

Jeming listened quietly.

But after hearing Reks’s last sentence, a cold thought slithered into his mind like a poisonous snake, sending chills down his spine.

Something’s wrong!

Logically, everyone’s memories have been overwritten, their upbringing and experiences have been reset.

A person’s desires and hobbies would be completely altered by the environment they grew up in and the education they received!

There’s no reason that, under the cover of false memories, their eventual "ideal state" would so closely align with their once obscured true inner desires!

He immediately thought of Viola.

That malicious personality who finds joy in others’ pain, instead of being restrained in this world.

On the contrary, under the guise of a "corporate executive" and "gentle elder," she could navigate more freely, more "legally" enjoy others’ distress and pain.

It could be said, the living environment Viola found herself in was simply a stage designed specifically for her!

Previously, when he and Reks were probing, they could already confirm there’s an unexpected "kindness" behind everything here.

Recalling his "parents" and "old friend," Jeming couldn’t help but start to think, could it be that the kindness extent of this mastermind far exceeds his imagination?

If... the purpose of the other party doing this was to let everyone achieve their dreams?

Reks noticed the sudden change in Jeming’s expression and asked in a low voice: "What’s wrong?"

Jeming took a deep breath and shared the situation concerning Viola and his inferences.

The trace of confusion and lament disappeared from Reks’s face, replaced by extreme seriousness and gravity.

He pushed up his glasses, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"You mean... it’s not just the few people we’re familiar with..." Reks’s voice was dry, "but all the wizards trapped here... even other humans might be, under the guise of false identities, living the life they subconsciously... once dreamed of, found most comfortable?"

Jeming nodded heavily: "As incredible as it sounds, Carl, Buton, Viola... these samples point to this possibility."

"Moreover, remember what we saw on the frontline?"

"Which aspect are you referring to?"

"About the extremely low number of soldiers on the frontline." Jeming looked at Reks.

Reks was slightly stunned, squinting his eyes.

Some things, not having seen with my own eyes, I’m also not quite clear, for example... the fact that the number of soldiers on the frontline is very low.

You could almost say it’s excessively low.

Although humanity holds the advantage, they’re mostly relying on self-regulating machinery for combat, obviously, this doesn’t mean soldiers are useless.

Just the opposite, on the battlefield’s chaotic environment, the presence of one more intelligent being capable of independent decision-making and operating more self-regulating machinery significantly enhances human combat power.

But the reality is, even though the frontline battles are tough, there’s still no intention of reinforcement from the rear.

Clearly, with the reserves of this plane’s human civilization, they don’t even need to enforce conscription; merely advancing reinforcements to the front would significantly accelerate the progress of the warfront.

From an efficiency or cost-efficiency perspective, reinforcement is the best idea, yet the reality is the number of soldiers fighting on the frontline is still limited.