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

Chapter 806 Public Areas

The silvery-white teleportation beam slowly dissipated.

Jemin opened his eyes again, but stood still, slightly stunned for a moment.

The scene before him was completely different from any of the previous border crossings he had passed through.

Even though the border points within the Federation's territory incorporate architectural styles from various civilizations, they still maintain the unique sense of order characteristic of the Star Ring Federation.

Basically, every intersection has wide, straight streets, functionally distinct buildings, patrol troops stationed at the teleportation plaza, and public defense arrays that can be seen everywhere.

But here, it's like another world.

The edge of the teleportation plaza hadn't even been fully paved before it suddenly broke apart, extending into a bumpy, gravel road.

The buildings on both sides of the street resembled fortresses on the verge of battle.

The thick walls were covered with layers of defensive arrays, with hundreds of runes slowly flowing and weaving into visible energy barriers.

Many corners still bear charred burn marks, clearly indicating that they were once directly bombarded by high-energy witchcraft or alchemical weapons.

All doors and windows were deliberately reduced in size, leaving only a narrow opening for people to pass through.

The window frame wasn't inlaid with glass, but rather with a semi-transparent protective force field that faintly glowed with a bluish light.

In short, the shops surrounding this street don't resemble stores; they're more like bunkers ready to face war at any moment.

Pedestrians hurried along the street, no one stopped, and no one was willing to stand outside and talk.

A subtle sense of oppression permeated the air.

As Jemin observed his surroundings, he could clearly sense several streams of spiritual energy sweeping in from different directions almost simultaneously.

The malice poured out without any attempt at concealment.

Someone is testing us.

There were even a few mental fluctuations mixed with crude hints, attempting to force out his true strength through the most primal mental pressure.

"Oh? Is the rule here really that 'survival of the fittest'? I like it!"

Seeing this, Jemin's lips curled into a slight smile, and he "gently" released his mental energy.

boom!

A vast, ocean-like power of the soul suddenly spread.

In the blink of an eye, the entire teleportation plaza was enveloped in it.

Those maliciously probing mental forces were bounced back as if they had hit an invisible city wall.

Several muffled groans came from nearby buildings at the same time.

But Jemin's counterattack was highly effective; all the probing was quickly withdrawn, and no one dared to continue probing.

As if nothing had happened, Jemin strode into the depths of the street.

At the same time, his dispersed spiritual energy was not retrieved, but continued to spread outward.

At a normal border crossing, Jemin would naturally not behave so rudely, but since the people at this border crossing did it first, he wouldn't be polite either.

The outline of the entire city quickly took shape in my mind.

Basically, this area is more like a "city" than the highly commercialized intersections that Jemin has seen before.

Jemin even used his mental powers to see a "slum" in the distance.

The area was squeezed between several large fortified buildings, with countless low shacks stacked on top of each other, haphazardly pieced together from scrap metal plates, broken wooden beams, and damaged armor.

Some so-called houses are just triangular sheds slanted together by a few steel plates.

The narrow alleyway was only wide enough for one person to pass sideways, and murky sewage flowed slowly along the terrain, with a stench of rot and mold permeating the air.

To be honest, when he saw this scene, Jemin was a little stunned. He couldn't even remember the last time he had seen a place like this.

The place was inhabited by various alien races, such as multi-legged creatures covered in thick shells, or humanoid creatures with translucent gelatinous skin.

There were no humans among them.

Jemin then probed the shacks with his mental energy, and after a moment, several fragmented exchanges of consciousness were quickly deciphered.

He quickly understood the reason.

To put it simply, at this border point, humans are the superior race!

It could even be said that they were rulers who were above other races.

A human race superhuman with only a level two warrior-type ability is enough to order around level three or four alien races.

The more these races resembled humans from a wizarding civilization in appearance, the higher their status.

Listening to the "humans" in a mansion dozens of kilometers away proudly showing off their appearance, Jemin withdrew his mental energy with a strange expression.

Leaving the street, which had become too quiet due to Jemin's burst of mental power, Jemin soon arrived at another area.

On the street, a lizardman carrying goods subconsciously looked up.

It was a level four creature, covered in thick scales, and its thick arms were strong enough to tear apart the armor of a warship with its bare hands.

However, the moment its gaze met Jemin's, its vertical pupils suddenly shrank to a thin line.

The lizardman's scales suddenly burst open, and his body almost reflexively pressed against the corner of the wall.

Its head was lowered, its tail was tucked tightly between its legs, and it even held its breath.

Its kin scrambled to the wall behind it, not daring to even lift their heads.

Jemin walked calmly past them, the hem of his robe swaying gently in the wind.

At the front of the street, the crowd parted automatically like a tide.

Several foreign merchants spotted the wizard's emblem on his chest from afar, and without even bothering to pack up their stalls, they turned and disappeared into the alley next door.

Another woman from another ethnic group, who was taking care of a cub, immediately hugged the child tightly to her chest and rolled away quickly like a ball.

It was as if disaster would strike if we slowed down even for a moment.

Jemin observed all of this silently.

Clearly, what they feared was not themselves, but the robes they wore.

To be precise, it is the wizarding civilization represented by the robes.

It was only here that Jemin could truly grasp just how exaggerated the infamy of the wizarding civilization was in the endless chaotic void.

After all, the wizard civilization had been fighting in the endless chaotic void for too long, and countless civilizations had fallen at the feet of the wizards.

So much so that outside the wizarding realm, "human" is no longer just a racial name.

It's more like a calamity, a fear etched deep into the blood and passed down through generations.

Some races that have had long-term contact with wizards have even etched this fear into their genetic information, turning it into an almost instinctive stress response.

Jemin let out a soft breath, then turned the corner.

After leaving the area where mercenaries and high-level superhumans gathered, he entered a neighborhood that was closer to the lives of ordinary residents.

Finally, this place has a bit of a lively, homey atmosphere.

The road has been transformed into a solid dirt road, and the buildings on both sides are no longer covered with expensive defensive magic arrays, but are instead constructed of ordinary bricks and steel.

The streets are lined with stalls selling fruits, vegetables, spices, and handicrafts.

Most of the people living here are just ordinary alien races, or only possess one or two levels of extraordinary power.

However, the reactions of these ordinary residents were even more exaggerated than those in the core area.

At the street corner, an elderly woman who was picking vegetables looked up.

The moment she saw Jieming, her body froze, and the vegetable basket in her hand slipped silently from her grasp, scattering green vegetable leaves all over the ground.

The next moment, without even picking up the vegetable basket, she turned around and rushed into the house at a speed completely out of character for her age.

boom!

The door was tightly closed.

Almost simultaneously, the whole street erupted in chaos.

As if they had received an early warning, all the alien races scattered and fled.

In just a few breaths.

The once bustling streets were now completely deserted.

Only a few wooden doors, still swaying slightly, and goods scattered all over the ground, untouched by anyone.

Standing in the middle of the street, Jemin was momentarily at a loss for words, both amused and exasperated: "Wait—what on earth did these wizards do? This reaction is way too exaggerated!"

The entire street was instantly cleared in its wake; it was less like a "street-cleaning tiger" and more like a moving natural disaster.

With these mixed feelings, he pushed open the door of a restaurant.

The doorbell rang softly.

The restaurant is not large, and the wooden tables and chairs have been worn smooth and shiny over the years.

The air was filled with the warm aroma of spices, oils, and grilled meat.

Behind the counter was a stocky, middle-aged man of a different ethnicity.

Its skin is covered with fine, short hair, and its two round ears droop softly on top of its head.

But the moment he looked up and saw Jemin, his ears suddenly stood up straight, and he froze completely.

Those round eyes seemed to convey almost every emotion: I won't die here today, will I?

Jemin was too lazy to explain anything, so he casually found a seat by the window, picked up the menu, and ordered a few recommended specialties.

The owner almost frantically wrote down the menu before scurrying into the kitchen as if his life depended on it.

When he brought the dishes out again, his hands were still trembling, and the soup bowls on the tray made a series of crisp sounds as they collided.

Jemin picked up a piece of roast meat covered in dark red sauce.

It's tender and juicy, with a sweet and sour flavor and a rich, spicy aroma; the taste is quite good.

He nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the boss visibly relaxed.

His relieved expression was as if he had just escaped with his life.

Jemin did not disturb his relief.

Instead, he opened the Magic Network terminal, and a semi-transparent map slowly appeared above the dining table.

According to the map, the area that Jemin is about to pass through is called the Conflict Starfield.

This is a narrow triangular crevice where the three major powers meet.

There are over three thousand small wizard organizations, more than one hundred thousand settlements of different races, and an unknown number of wandering wizards.

And three reflection dimension penetration nodes that were listed as high-risk areas.

He clicked on the security rating, and a bright red warning immediately appeared on his device:

[Danger Level Area.]

[It is recommended that wizards below level six do not travel alone.]

[It is recommended to form a team or hire guards.]

Continue reading.

In the past century, there have been 23 cases of wizards of level six or above going missing.

"Oh?"

Upon seeing this data, Jemin's eyelids twitched.

Based on the available information, almost none of the level six wizards who are willing to come to the Conflict Starfield are civilian wizards.

In other words, those who went missing were all elite wizards who were actually capable of going to the front lines to fight.

This—is probably even more deadly than in interdimensional wars!

Then Jemin zoomed in on the map and began planning his route.

After several selections, his gaze finally settled on a deep red area.

The Shattered Bone Corridor.

There haven't been any major cases in the last hundred years, mainly because people deliberately avoid that area.

The reason lies deep within the corridor, where a reflection dimension has been permeating for thousands of years.

For other wizards, that was the most dangerous place on the entire route.

But Jemin smiled gently: "Looking at it this way, this road is quite suitable for me."

Thanks to the adaptability he developed through body tempering, he is now least afraid of the reflection dimension.

What we really need to be wary of are the mobile armed groups roaming around the area.

However—those enemies can be bypassed or killed.

However, the reflection dimension node will become a natural barrier for him.