Chapter 246: Chapter 217: Miniature Social Ecosystem

Jeming didn’t think much of it and immediately took out his Wizard Terminal to check his coordinates.

However, the moment the location information appeared, Jeming’s brow furrowed even deeper.

The terminal showed that he was still within the Elorcia Plane.

Not only that, he wasn’t far from his Golden Garden, only about three hundred kilometers away.

When Jeming first applied for land on the Elorcia Main Plane at the Nolun Workshop, he didn’t dare ask for too much, as land on the main plane was extremely valuable.

However, considering his potential and favor from his mentor, Clark, the area allotted to him was quite sizable.

Apart from the core area, which he used to build his laboratory and resource park known as the Golden Garden, the vast surrounding area within a few hundred kilometers in diameter was also under his jurisdiction.

Its area was almost as large as a province in Jeming’s former life.

After glancing at the direct distance between himself and the Golden Garden, Jeming discovered a chilling fact—he was precisely outside the boundary of his territory.

What did this mean?

This meant that his spatial teleportation was not randomly “interfered with,” but rather precisely “blocked” by an invisible barrier!

He was actually prevented from returning to his “home”!?

“Interesting.” Jeming’s eyes widened.

There was no sign of anger; instead, a profound interest surged from the depths of his heart.

He wanted to see what was happening on his land!

Storing away his terminal, his Spiritual Power surged, and he used his Flying Skill to transform into a streak of light, speeding directly toward the Golden Garden.

However, during the flight, Jeming quickly discovered more perplexing scenes.

In his memory, this territory of his, apart from some servants maintaining the area around the Golden Garden, should have been a vast wilderness and primitive forest.

Yet now, his territory was dotted with large areas of smoking villages!

The fields were cultivated in neat rows, and simple dirt roads connected various settlements, with numerous humans working in the fields!

Most importantly, ever since he entered this area, he found himself continuously receiving faint but endless streams of “Red Dust Qi” from below the earth!

Thinking of the concepts related to collecting “Red Dust Qi,” Jeming’s eyes narrowed.

He immediately realized that during the fifty years he had been away, something earth-shattering had likely occurred in his territory.

As he continuously advanced toward the core area of the Golden Garden, Jeming found that the number of people in each village increased.

Soon, those settlements could no longer be called villages but rather should be referred to as towns or cities with thousands or even tens of thousands of people!

Then, when Jeming was only about ten kilometers from the Golden Garden, he encountered the largest city he had seen since entering his territory.

This city was built against a mountain, with rough but sturdy stone walls.

At the same time, Jeming was intercepted.

“Stop! Ahead is the territory of Doragon City, according to His Majesty the King’s law, no one is allowed to fly over the city!”

Looking at the human squad surrounding him mid-air on griffin-like magical beasts, Jeming was full of bewilderment.

Leading them was a male warrior in rough iron armor holding a longsword.

He had a resolute face, vigilant eyes, and exuded an aura of seasoned battle readiness.

Jeming was even more puzzled.

He didn’t remember placing these strange restrictions on his territory.

Moreover, the strength of this squad was not weak.

The team members were at the First Level Creature level, and the leader warrior’s aura was dense, almost reaching the Second Level Creature threshold.

“Who issued this order?” Jeming suppressed his surprise and asked calmly.

The warrior captain looked at Jeming strangely, seemingly surprised that Jeming was unaware of the “King’s law.”

However, sensing an abyss-like threat from Jeming, he realized that this person must be very strong.

To avoid making a strong enemy, he explained carefully, “The order was given by our Doragon Kingdom’s King, ’Lion’ King Otto.”

He paused, then pointed further away, advising, “Moreover, further ahead is the battleground between our Human Kingdom and those damned Elves and Dwarves! Although you are strong, it’s best not to enter the battlefield to avoid misunderstandings.”

Elves? Dwarves? King? Battlefield?

Integrating all the information he gathered from his conversation with the captain and what he saw on his way, Jeming arrived at an absurd yet undeniably true conclusion:

Because he had been away for too long, his territory had spontaneously formed a small social ecosystem with the concept of a state!

This coincided with his previous conclusion after realizing that the area could collect Red Dust Qi.

But…in a mere fifty years, had these people forgotten who the true owner of this land was, forgotten the truth of their existence?

Jeming’s gaze swept over the warrior captain in front of him, the man’s Life Energy vibrant and full of vitality.

He couldn’t help but shake his head.

“He should be in his thirties… In terms of talent, he could be considered a genius. But it seems he indeed hasn’t experienced the era when I ruled here.”

Is this the perspective difference between high and low civilizations?

The concept of time alone is completely different.

For Jeming, fifty years is just a slightly longer business trip.

But for these mortals, even if they break through to First Level Creature and live less than a hundred years, fifty years is already the span of two generations, or even three generations!

Jeming immediately recalled what happened on the Ice and Flame Plane.

In the eyes of these Low Level Wizards, many of Augustine Wizard’s inexplicable actions were, for those High Level Wizards like Viola who already knew the truth, completely logical arrangements.

This indeed was the cognitive error caused by the information disparity between the two sides.

However, from another perspective, the higher-level the creature, the more information it acquires, the longer its “lifespan,” and the greater the difference in “perspective” with lower-level creatures.

As he looked down at these “natives,” wasn’t it similar to how Augustine once looked down upon them?

Seeing Jeming suddenly fall into inexplicable contemplation, the guards present exchanged confused glances, unsure of what this mysterious powerful figure intended to do.

Just as the leading captain wanted to speak again, Jeming suddenly snapped out of it.

He looked at the captain and said plainly, “Take me to see your king.”

Jeming had an epiphany.

Even though so many years had passed, a large portion of those creatures who were his subordinate slaves in the beginning hadn’t died of old age.

The “king” of the other party was very likely such a person.

The leading captain was taken aback, then showed a troubled expression: “His Majesty the King is very busy… Sir, I can send a message for you, but please wait here for a while.”

Jeming had already lost his patience.

He ignored the captain’s words, his figure flickered, transformed into a streak of light, and flew towards the most prosperous and magnificent “castle” in the city center.

“Stop him!”

A group of people became furious upon seeing Jeming like that!

In their eyes, this was a blatant challenge to the king’s authority!

They all took action, intertwining magic power and arrows into a large net to try to hold Jeming back.

Jeming was just about to casually wipe out these ignorant “ants” along with their mounts, but suddenly thought of a question.

These people, strictly speaking, could also be considered his private property.

Immediately, the power that was about to erupt instantly retracted, merely turning into a gentle yet irresistibly strong force that sent this group of guards and their mounts flying far away.

They tumbled through the air and fell far into the forest outside the city, not dead, but unable to get up for a while.

However, the events in the sky had already caught the attention of the city’s residents.

Seeing the fight break out, a piercing alarm immediately sounded throughout the city!

Subsequently, groups of troops hurriedly arrived from all corners of the city.

Seeing these “troops,” who couldn’t even gather complete suits of armor, and could even be described as disheveled with a medley of weapons, Jeming wore a peculiar expression.

He didn’t even need to make a move, merely with a thought, he released the intense spiritual power belonging to a First Level Wizard at its limit.

Buzz—!

Accompanied by the spiritual power mobilizing Elemental Power, an invisible pressure as heavy as a mountain instantly enveloped the sky over the entire city!

The soldiers charging in, whether infantry or cavalry, under this pressure, their legs went weak and they knelt to the ground shakily, unable to even lift their heads.

Soon, Jeming, without any obstruction, broke into that simple castle.

In the “humble” hall, he found the “king” sitting on the throne, looking elderly, his power barely reaching the threshold of a Second Level Creature.

As Jeming expected, he had an impression of this person.

He was among the batch of slaves with relatively good management skills back then.

And that so-called “king” clearly hadn’t forgotten the terrifying wizards who captured even gods over fifty years ago!

Seeing Jeming’s youthful face, unchanged in fifty years, appear at the hall entrance, his wrinkled face instantly lost all color!

He stared wide-eyed in terror, making meaningless “hah huh” sounds as if his throat was being choked.

His body trembled violently, trying to shout, yet unable to make any sound due to extreme fear!

He wanted to escape, wanted to resist, but ultimately, didn’t dare to make any move of resistance!

He merely lay paralyzed on the throne, like a condemned prisoner awaiting judgment.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep