Noren Academy No. 1

Viola's smugness did not last long.

A faint, almost imperceptible ripple spread through the office space, and Mentor Clark's figure appeared out of thin air like a ghost.

The moment he emerged, he habitually shot Viola, who was still making faces, a glare.

The latter immediately shrank her neck like a cat grabbed by the scruff and instantly resumed her "well-behaved" stance.

Clark's gaze swept over Benjamin, Angelo, and Angelo's son. He nodded slightly. "Everyone's here. Let's go."

Without any unnecessary words, the group followed Clark into the Academy's dedicated long-range teleportation array.

A powerful sensation of spatial pulling struck them as the surrounding light and shadows twisted and shifted at high speed.

When their vision stabilized again, they were already standing in an enormous, exceptionally broad plaza.

Benjamin remembered this place.

The headquarters of Noren Workshop. He had caught a fleeting glimpse of it when he participated in the Elite Trial years ago, but the itinerary had been too rushed for him to take a proper look around.

Compared to the bustling spectacle of the trial he remembered, there were clearly fewer people in the plaza now, though it was still lively.

More importantly, wherever he looked—whether at hurried passersby or figures standing and talking—each person was clearly surrounded by fluctuating extraordinary power of varying strengths. Every single person in this plaza was actually a wizard!

"Tsk, tsk..." Benjamin marveled inwardly.

He had long heard that several of Noren Workshop's highest-ranked core planes had already achieved the grand goal of every human in the entire plane possessing wizard aptitude.

But rumors were rumors. Witnessing this scene of "wizards as common as ordinary people" with his own eyes was still a different kind of shock.

Though the overwhelming majority were merely first- to third-level Wizard Apprentices, with such an enormous