Deep within the Golden Garden of the Eloria Plane, outside Benjamin's underground laboratory, the air was suffused with a faint fragrance of plants.
Benjamin was speaking face-to-face with a young wizard sent by Noren Academy. His features were somewhat youthful, and he radiated the aura of a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice.
"Lord Benjamin, please confirm this once more. You intend to sell all your territory on Eloria's main plane to Noren Academy, aside from this area centered on the Golden Garden with a diameter of less than ten kilometers?"
Although this young Level 3 Wizard Apprentice had already learned the details of his assignment from the mission briefing before coming here,
when he truly heard this decision spoken by the Level 2 Wizard before him—who looked even younger than he did—he could not help feeling deeply astonished.
He could not resist confirming it with Benjamin again and again.
Only after receiving Benjamin's affirmative answer did he begin handling the cumbersome land ownership transfer procedures on the light screen, filled with an emotion he found hard to understand.
Benjamin merely stood calmly to one side, watching the Level 3 Wizard Apprentice move at what seemed to him a "painfully slow" pace, and quietly pondered to himself.
It seemed that the advantages brought by pushing the soul and body to their limits of activity were even greater than I had imagined.
To his current senses, every movement of this Wizard Apprentice appeared to be happening in "slow motion."
The motion of raising his hand, the slide of his fingertips across the light screen, even the frequency of his blinks all seemed sluggish and dull.
It was not that the other party was truly moving slowly. Rather, Benjamin's own "speed" had become far too fast.
This "speed" referred not only to explosive speed