Repeated Splitting

"You two stay here. Don't run around. I'll explain things to the king."

In the end, Benjamin untied the two from their chairs, shook his head, and left the room. The two children did not know much about the secrets of the overseas sect. They had already said everything they could; there was no point in questioning them further.

Benjamin had even less intention of killing them.

If he got the chance, he planned to visit those so-called overseas islands. These two could show him the way.

After leaving the room, Benjamin walked back, digesting the flood of information he had received today. Thought arts were a vast and complicated system independent of magic, with far too many things worth pondering. Even now, he could not claim to fully understand it.

And methods such as removing mental power fragments—though no one could currently accomplish that—still occupied Benjamin's thoughts as he considered other possibilities.

"I advise you not to try tempering your own mental power," said the system. "Remember how you nearly got assimilated by the Elemental Plane last time? The connection between the Consciousness Space and the Elemental Plane is growing ever closer. If you try it, something terrible may happen."

"But... where am I supposed to find a mage whose mental power resembles mine, then make him give up magic and switch to thought arts?"

The conditions were simply too harsh. Benjamin could not think of anyone else who fit them.

"You don't necessarily have to cling to their methods," said the system. "Everything they do comes from imitating the Elemental Plane. But you may be the only person in this world who can enter and leave the Elemental Plane."

"You mean..."

"Go to the Elemental Plane and look for answers. Perhaps you'll discover something different."

Benjamin was somewhat