In the blink of an eye, fifty or sixty years had passed.
As the high-level forces of the Sacred Spirit Plane Cluster were wiped out, development of the cluster gradually got on track.
More and more young wizards took charge of clearing the front lines, leaving Benjamin with more time to devote to his research.
One day, Jack returned to his temporary residence on the Jack Plane, utterly exhausted after finishing a war mission on another plane.
In fact, his presence here was the result of a remarkable coincidence.
When Benjamin had applied to the Noren Workshop to recruit low-level wizards for the subsequent development of the planes, his request had been approved without a hitch.
As it happened, Jack had just completed his Graduation Trial at the time.
And so, after a roundabout journey, Jack had ended up serving under Benjamin again.
"Teacher, you have no idea how much trouble those people are!"
Before he had even settled into his seat, Jack began complaining.
Benjamin was studying a set of documents at a metal desk. He replied without looking up, "What happened?"
"Those races the Spirit Race used to control are utterly unreasonable." Jack grew angrier as he spoke. "We freed them from that control and stabilized their worlds for them, yet they turned right around and treated us as enemies. Some races even organized armies to attack us."
"I just don't understand. We helped them, so why are they still fighting us?"
Benjamin finally raised his head and glanced at him, his expression calm. "You're angry about that?"
"I feel like all my goodwill was thrown to the dogs." The more Jack thought about it, the more frustrated he became, clearly unable to let it go.
Benjamin merely chuckled. "That's perfectly normal, because you're looking at this from