No, calling it a make-up class might not even be accurate.

For many fields where you need to start from scratch, this is simply a preview!

Understanding this, Jeming sighed, resigning himself to open the Magic Network Terminal he carried with him.

The cool blue light screen unfolded before his eyes, reflecting his slightly grave face.

"Only when you need money do you realize how little you have, the same goes for knowledge," he muttered softly, then began browsing through the Nolun Workshop’s internal and the Star Ring Federation’s shared knowledge database.

This time, he was no longer planning to pinch pennies as before, but was ready to spend heavily.

Not only was he planning to use the more than a billion low-level military merits in his account, but he was also ready to invest a large part of the one million high-level military merits he had just earned from the last Plane expedition.

After all, some core knowledge often represents cutting-edge achievements or exclusive technologies in a field, which are hard currency that cannot be obtained through ordinary resources.

However, Jeming was not overwhelmed by urgency and bought blindly: "First, use low-level military merits to purchase foundational and general knowledge modules to build a complete knowledge framework. Once I’ve accumulated enough basics and have a clear understanding of my specific weaknesses and research direction, I’ll use high-level military merits to purchase those core, critical technologies or theories as needed."

After setting a procurement strategy, Jeming spent some time organizing and archiving the scattered knowledge fragments he acquired through "wool gathering" during the last Plane warfare.

To speak of it, aside from the one million high-level military merits he earned from this Plane War, those bits of knowledge were his only gains.

"Unfortunately, the time was too short, so the amount of knowledge collected was limited..."

In the process of Jeming sorting things out, the other knowledge he purchased had also been delivered.

Thinking for a bit, Jeming’s gaze fell on the category of "Space Knowledge".

Whether it’s shuttling between Planes or constructing more complex Talisman Witchcraft arrays in the future, or deeply understanding the ultra-long-distance energy transmission in the Incense Fire Divine Dao, space knowledge is an indispensable foundation.

"Looks like I’ve got to start gnawing on the Space Element first."

Jeming made up his mind, lightly tapped the light screen, and the first batch of knowledge packs on "Basic Theories of Space Folds" and "Introduction to Dimensional Anchor Positioning" was input into his portable terminal.

Afterward, Jeming casually found a comfortable posture, opened the terminal, and immersed himself in the knowledge before him.

...

...

In the blink of an eye, fifty years passed.

Jeming spent these fifty years in a near-ascetic monk-like manner of study.

The vast amounts of knowledge purchased from the Magic Network Terminal, from spatial basics to deep elemental applications, to various obscure derivative theories of laws, were absorbed by him in a frenzy akin to force-feeding.

This level of intense learning even encroached somewhat on the time he had set aside to perfect the Incense Fire Divine Dao.

This slowed the later-stage construction progress of the Incense Fire Divine Dao slightly behind expectations, but Jeming felt this was a necessary investment.

Until this day, a communication request from the Magic Network Terminal, with an unusually high priority, blinked and pulled Jeming away from a pile of spatial dimension calculation formulas.

He rubbed his slightly dry eyes and glanced at the communication source—his junior, Anger. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"Anger?" Jeming was slightly surprised.

As fellow students under Professor Clark, this junior, who had joined later, didn’t have much interaction with Jeming. They had met only a handful of times and could be said to be mere acquaintances.

However, he had promised Viola earlier to take care of Anger.

Considering this fellow disciple relationship, Jeming did not hesitate, directly replied to the message, and authorized the teleportation access to his Golden Garden Laboratory on Nolun Plane 147.

The light of the teleportation array in a corner of the laboratory flickered, the space twisted slightly, and Anger’s figure appeared.

Compared to the slightly green young apprentice in Jeming’s memory, the Anger before him looked much more mature, with a trace of fatigue lingering in his brows.

Although he looked a bit tired, his aura was notably bold, suggesting that he had undergone complete transformation after several Plane Wars.

When Anger saw Jeming, he couldn’t help but pause.

The senior Jeming in front of him had hair that sat messily atop his head, his gaze still sharp but tinged with bloodshot traces from prolonged lack of rest.

The standard Alchemist’s robe he wore bore some unidentified potion stains, exuding a "do not disturb" aura of a research fanatic.

"J-Jeming senior." Anger regained his composure and quickly greeted him.

"Anger, long time no see."

Jeming also realized his appearance might be an issue, but he smiled indifferently and ran his hand over his head.

The glow of alchemy flashed by, instantly making his messy hair neat and tidy, and the stains on his robe quietly vanished.

"Have you eaten? If not, let’s eat together," he said casually, as if the unkempt individual before was not him.

Almost as he finished speaking, two intricately designed silver mechanical puppets slid in silently.

The two puppets pushed a serving cart, on which piping hot, aromatic food was laid out.

Among them were dishes prepared from high-energy magical beast meat and rare magical plants, wafting life energy as they sat there.

Smelling the aroma, Anger couldn’t help but gulp discreetly.

He had previously attended Jeming’s banquet when he followed Viola here, but back then his experience was limited, and he assumed that this senior went out of his way to treat them specially.