Chapter 117: Chapter 115: Disguise

Every collision knocked a Second Level Creature to spit blood, with their defenses collapsing.

Once proficient, she could even heat the metal sand through electromagnetism, melting it completely into metal lava.

Then she controlled the scorching metal lava, attacking and defending as though they were living creatures.

This was a completely overwhelming battle!

Faced with Augusta’s exaggerated assault, it didn’t take long for these already scheming guys to collapse.

But at this moment, it was Augusta who didn’t want them to escape.

Facing the fleeing enemies, Augusta condensed the metal sand grains or lava into high-density metallic bullets, launching them with electromagnetic propulsion at an incredible initial speed for long-distance sniping.

In front of Augusta’s unreasonable “Electromagnetic Control,” the dozen or so Second Level Creatures turned into “weaklings” easily crushed.

She single-handedly suppressed a dozen Second Level Creatures and the entire fortress’s defense system in the frontal battlefield!

Eventually, after several minutes of one-sided slaughter, all the dozen enemies were annihilated by Augusta.

The interior of the Swamp Fortress was completely destroyed by metal sand grains and lava, leaving only ruins.

Finally, the pervasive metal sand grains and residual lightning gathered around her, condensing into a spiraling lightning column with piercing explosions.

The lightning column, mixed with high-density, heated-to-red iron sand, pierced through the Fallen Priest’s not yet fully recovered chest with unstoppable force and precision!

“Ah!!”

The Fallen Priest let out a short and desperate scream, his body vaporized in the impact of the lightning column, leaving only a huge energy void and air filled with the smell of char.

With the death of the Core Priest, the divine power link to the Corrupted Swamp Fortress was completely severed, the fortress rapidly collapsed, and the remaining corrupted creatures quickly disintegrated due to losing the divine power’s support, turning into pools of foul-smelling pus.

Seeing the battle’s end.

On Augusta’s expressionless face finally appeared a trace of pain; the battle had pushed her to her limits.

The electric light around her quickly dissipated, and the metal sand grains that surrounded her fell from the air as if they’d lost their life.

Her body shook violently, immediately dropping to one knee, gasping for air.

Her Spiritual Power was almost exhausted, every part of her body in agony, as if pierced by countless fine needles.

She had overextended her Spiritual Power in this battle.

Her teammates looked at her in shock; they never imagined Augusta could be so powerful.

It was at this moment that the Divine Spirit’s phantoms reappeared in the sky, and the plane’s barrier once again tore open, signifying the issuance of the second set of rankings.

Augusta felt a massive stream of information pour in, accompanied by an instantaneous surge in her Contribution Points!

Her name directly surged to third place on the overall rankings.

However, she felt no pride from this.

Her gaze went straight through her name, landing on the very top of the rankings, on that dazzlingly brilliant name—”Jeming”!

Augusta pursed her lips and then curled them into a pale yet extraordinarily determined smile.

She subconsciously clenched her fist and murmured softly:

“…Jeming, you didn’t disappoint me. But this is only the beginning. I haven’t… lost yet!”

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On another side.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, parting with Amy and Victor did bring Jeming an unprecedented sense of freedom.

He stood at the edge of the camp, looking back one last time at the brightly lit area.

Although teaming up with them indeed provided Jeming significant help, such as in the wilderness where being alone would lead to rapidly drained focus and Spiritual Power due to prolonged mental tension.

Or when having teammates allowed for brief rests at night.

Or when previously advancing to First Level Wizard, the massive energy fluctuation would easily attract outside enemies, all thanks to the duo’s protection.

Even when facing the Blood Angel before, if it weren’t for the seamless cooperation, helping Jeming win that precious time to activate the Witchcraft Artifact, he couldn’t have won.

But to care for the pair’s psychological state, Jeming indeed endured a certain degree of limitation.

For instance, the rankings.

The top of the rankings?

It’s merely a number.

Although there would be tangible benefits, it wasn’t enough to fully occupy Jeming’s attention.

For a long period before, to care for both their emotions and interests, Jeming had been working hard on tasks with them, which diverged from his true thoughts—he wanted genuinely to experience this Plane, not just view it as a task objective.

He removed all the emblems representing Nolun Academy, stowing away the ostentatious Witchcraft Artifacts, keeping only a few core Talisman Witchcrafts concealed under his clothes.

In exchange, he donned unadorned leather armor, rough and utilitarian, resembling the most common wandering warrior in this Plane.

“This disguise should be sufficient,” Jeming silently recited in his heart, his fingers gently brushing the short sword at his waist.

As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Jeming’s control over his physical body was actually quite proficient.

His every move carried a coordination and explosiveness beyond that of ordinary people. Coupled with the enhancement of physical strength during the wizard’s meditation process, his physical attributes were enough to rival the elite warriors of the Elorcia Plane.

Moreover, the Inner Circulation Method he practiced not only sealed the power of a cultivator.

When necessary, he could even completely seal the wizard’s surging spiritual power within, making his aura indistinguishable from an ordinary person.

Recalling the battles he had seen from various warriors, Jeming tried a few attempts.

Soon, he learned to subtly use a thread of spiritual power to cleverly incite the surrounding elemental powers during his sword swings, giving each slash an awe-inspiring might that ordinary people couldn’t achieve, yet leaving no trace of a wizard.

Perfect!

He could now perfectly disguise himself as a powerful warrior of this world.

Choosing not to limit himself to the glaring contribution points, he decided to venture deep into the heartland of Elorcia.

To personally experience the local customs and cultures, and feel its unique culture and life energy.

At the same time, he wanted to take this opportunity to gather some special materials needed for his “artifact refining” during his exploration.

After spending several more days traversing through several mountains and wildernesses, Jeming finally arrived at a bustling city in the Elorcia Plane — Golden Harbor.

According to the information he had, this port was one of the most prosperous cities under human dominance, ranking among the top five in terms of prosperity.

However, such a prosperous city also meant stricter regulations. Through the Eye of Scouting, Jeming spotted trouble outside the city gates.

While this world appeared to have a medieval level of technology, its census was unusually strict.

To enter another city, one must possess an identity proof and related introduction letter, otherwise they would be stopped by the City Guard, questioned at best, or arrested at worst.

The only ones somewhat free to leave the city and travel to various areas were probably adventurers.

But adventurers themselves also had their own special identifications, and registered identity information at the Adventurer’s Guild.

Jeming did not rashly rush in.

He waited on several small paths near Golden Harbor for more than half a month, patient as a lurking hunter.

During this period, the rankings updated once more. Clearly, Jeming’s previous top position had spurred those geniuses. This time, he dropped to fourth place.

But such matters held little significance for Jeming. He observed the passing pedestrians, searching for the most suitable “target.”

Finally, he found a somewhat weary-looking adventurer.

The man wore worn leather armor, carried a heavy pack, bore a travel-weary expression, and constantly muttered curses.

From his fragments of speech, Jeming judged he had just completed a delivery mission from another town and was preparing to head to the next town.

This meant he held the identity proof and task credentials for his next destination.

In a secluded mountain hollow, Jeming discreetly handled the man.

Looking at the corpse at his feet, Jeming fell silent.

Only now did he realize how much he’d changed from before. Even taking down someone with whom he had no grudges provoked no psychological ripple.

“Sigh… It seems indeed position dictates the mind,” Jeming couldn’t help but sigh.

Then, without hesitation, he reached towards the man’s head, using the “Soul Search” witchcraft artifact to extract all his memories!

These memories unfolded in his mind like a library — the adventurer’s name, experiences, mannerisms, speech habits, even his familiarity with the surroundings and all task-related information.

Leveraging his formidable spiritual power, Jeming perfectly grasped all these memories in no time.

He then withdrew several special plant materials he had collected over this period from his storage ring, swiftly refining a vial of disguise potion shimmering with an eerie luster.

This potion was the result of a workshop specifically researching plane disguises.

Drinking it in one gulp, the potion coursed down, and a peculiar force swept through his body instantaneously.

Jeming felt his body being stretched, reshaped, his bones emitting faint crackling sounds, his muscles shifting.

In a very short time, his height subtly altered, and his facial contours adjusted accordingly.

When it all calmed down, Jeming saw a completely unfamiliar self in the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror — the spitting image of the adventurer from earlier.

This disguise was semi-permanent because his bones and flesh had undergone actual changes, and it wouldn’t fade unless Jeming drank a dispel potion.

Grabbing the adventurer’s identity proof and task credentials from the ground, Jeming displayed a perfectly replicated weary smile.

He blended into the line waiting to enter the city, relying on the memories he just acquired to face the City Guard’s routine inspections.

“Next, identity proof, task credentials!” the City Guard’s voice boomed.

“Here,” Jeming handed both items over.

His voice, tone, even the slight annoyance in his eyes mirrored that of the adventurer in his memories exactly.

The City Guard glanced at them, then at Jeming’s face, identical to the photo on the credentials, confirming he was merely a poor adventurer, and dismissively waved, “Three copper coins entrance fee, go in! Be earlier next time!”

“Got it, nagging,” Jeming muttered, tossing three copper coins and swaggered through the gates of Golden Harbor.

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