I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world

hum...

A silvery-white radiance shot into the sky.

As the light faded, and Jemin stepped out of the spatial passage, a sense of crisis suddenly struck him.

not good!

Almost simultaneously, the surrounding space suddenly froze.

One after another, the spatial laws that had been laid in wait instantly closed, like countless invisible chains, completely sealing off all his escape routes. Then, the pre-prepared attack descended!

boom!!!

Dozens of completely different spells erupted almost simultaneously.

Every attack was executed flawlessly, and the transitions between them were seamless.

The outer protective spells didn't even last half a breath before being pierced through one after another.

Next, it was Jemin's turn.

puff!

A beam of blazing white energy pierced precisely between his eyebrows, and his head exploded with a deafening roar.

Skull fragments mixed with brain tissue scattered and flew through the air.

At the same time, other attacks also hit.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the body had been completely dismembered.

Countless fragments of flesh and blood, mixed with broken bones, drifted slowly across the wasteland.

The remaining half-eyeball, trailing a few strands of nerves, tumbled in the air, reflecting the gray figures that slowly emerged around it.

More than ten wizards emerged from the void.

They wore uniform dark gray robes, the surface of which was covered with obscure patterns that completely blocked mental detection, and even their body outlines were blurred into shadows.

Everyone's aura remained at level five.

However, each aura was strangely concealed.

Clearly, those robes also served to disguise one's aura.

They positioned themselves in a coordinated manner, each angle perfectly blocking all of Jemin's possible escape routes.

The entire ambush area was completely covered, leaving no blind spots.

Seeing their prey so easily defeated, the leading black wizards slowly stepped forward, preparing to check their spoils.

Suddenly, one of the slightly thinner wizards seemed to sense something and abruptly raised his right hand.

"Don't go over there!"

His mental energy fluctuations became rapid: "That's not the real body! It's a puppet!"

As soon as the words were spoken, all the dark wizards stopped in their tracks and even took a few steps back warily.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of detection spells erupted simultaneously, unleashing almost every detection spell capable of confirming the target's identity. Waves of magical energy swept across the fragments of flesh that had not yet hit the ground.

The flesh and blood were so realistic that they were indistinguishable from living people, and every piece of flesh exuded a vigorous life force.

But that's the biggest problem!

It was already shattered like this, yet it still maintained a vigorous life force, and they could not detect any trace of its soul.

This isn't a living person at all!

As their companions had warned them, this was a puppet.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the blood and flesh scattered on the ground suddenly trembled slightly.

All the fragments rose into the air at the same time, as if time had reversed and they were reassembled.

Broken bones were pieced back together, shattered internal organs reformed, muscle fibers intertwined, and skin rapidly spread from the fingertips to cover the body. In a short time, a complete body once again stood before everyone.

Jemin gently moved his right hand, which had just reformed, then looked up at his surroundings with a genuine expression of admiration: "Impressive, truly worthy of someone who specializes in this field."

He was telling the truth.

In order to lure the Black Wizard, he never activated the Return to Nothingness Armor along the way.

But that doesn't mean we're completely unprepared.

Thanks to the purchased magical artifacts, this puppet's body is permanently imbued with Level 6 standard protective magic certified by the Federal Military Supplies Department.

According to theoretical data, it is strong enough to withstand a direct hit from a level six wizard.

But just now... those protective measures couldn't even hold for a moment before being completely breached.

This single instance of cooperation is enough to prove that these dark wizards are no rabble.

However, the dark wizards on the other side fell silent in the face of Jemin's praise.

A group of dark wizards continuously cast detection spells.

No matter how many times I scan, the feedback is always just a blank screen.

It's as if Jemin's true form doesn't exist here at all.

Some people exchanged glances, while others had cold sweat beading on their foreheads.

This wasn't part of their intelligence.

The target is merely a newly promoted sixth-level wizard who has only been around for a few hundred years.

Skilled in alchemy, runes, research... he is a standard technician.

In the intelligence personnel's combat rating, it was even slightly lower than the ordinary level six.

But now, their dozen or so experienced dark wizards, who had executed a perfect ambush using a pre-arranged trap, had failed. Jemin ignored them and instead looked around.

This is a desolate and lifeless rocky wasteland, with gray-brown earth stretching all the way to the horizon.

Clearly, this is not a boundary point at all; it must be a man-made "hunting ground."

The sky appeared an eerie dark purple, a special celestial phenomenon caused by the refraction of starlight after space was compressed and sealed in layers.

The True Delusion Breaker slowly opened.

Soon, the outline of a massive spatial barrier appeared in his field of vision.

The entire wasteland was completely enveloped by a solidified barrier.

This place is completely isolated from the outside world.

Not to mention the battle fluctuations, even spatial teleportation and distress calls cannot leave.

Jemin quickly realized that his teleportation coordinates had been deliberately altered.

These dark wizards directly infiltrated the border point teleportation network, dragging him from his original route into a pre-arranged hunting ground.

Thinking of this, the admiration in Jeming's eyes deepened even more:

"His business skills are indeed quite good."

He nodded slightly, then looked back at the crowd in front of him.

His gaze slowly passed over the leaders at the front, finally settling on an inconspicuous gray-robed wizard at the back of the crowd.

A slow smile crept onto Jemin's lips:

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon. This... boss."

A calm sound echoed slowly through the silent wasteland.

The figure visibly stiffened.

Although the gray robe concealed his appearance, aura, and mental fluctuations, it was enough to deceive most detection spells.

But in the vision of the True Delusion-Breaking Illusion Eye, all of this is meaningless.

Above the other person's head, an information light screen that only Jemin could see floated silently.

Hotel owner.

Level 6 wizard.

There was even a sign with the hotel owner's picture next to it.

All the information that was once recorded is still suspended there intact.

Those robes that were strong enough to block spiritual detection were useless in the face of the True Deception Eye.

Jemin crossed his arms, his smile still gentle, but with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"You kept me company for quite a while at the inn. You warned me to be careful of dark wizards and marveled at the youthful energy of wizards."

"So... you yourself are a dark wizard?"

(Bonus chapter, one more to go.)