The heavy door of the meditation chamber silently closed behind him, sealing the Level 7 Wizard's presence within.
Benjamin stood in the corridor awash with shimmering light and let out a slight breath.
No matter how amiable Dionysius Spencer appeared, the invisible gulf between their life levels still brought an indescribable sense of oppression.
After walking only a few steps, he saw the Level 1 Wizards.
They had not left. Instead, they were excitedly conversing in low voices at the end of the corridor, each face brimming with barely restrained exhilaration.
When they saw Benjamin emerge, they immediately gathered around him, their eyes full of gratitude and even a trace of reverence.
"Lord Benjamin!" The leading wizard bowed respectfully, clutching a crystal test tube tightly in his hand. Within it, a strand of brilliant light flowed slowly—this was the reason for their joy and excitement.
Dionysius Spencer truly lived up to being a Level 7 Wizard. He had been generous enough to directly bestow a strand of Plane Origin upon every wizard.
"This time, we truly have you to thank! If not for you, let alone obtaining such an opportunity, we probably wouldn't even have kept our lives..."
The other wizards echoed his words, their gratitude plain for all to see.
The Origin light in their hands was no different from a beacon lit in the darkness for these wizards struggling at the bottom—a hope that could change their fates.
In theory, wizards could take out loans to purchase Origin and advance themselves, but in reality, many wizards did not even qualify to go into debt.
Aside from a handful of lucky ones who could accumulate enough Military Merit to buy a strand of Origin in a short time, or display enough potential to attract investment, most low-level wizards died