CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 167: VORTEX OF FATE

The Grey Mist’s base was located beneath a desolate rock canyon in the northern part of the Yiter Federation, within the territory of Nisi Kingdom.

The commotion here tonight instantly attracted the attention of many High Rank forces.

First, there was the Limit-breaking Annihilation Beam, followed by an explosion whose power almost breached the threshold of the Eighth Rank.

Even though Zero ultimately intervened to contain the power of the explosion, the intense Magic Fluctuation at the moment of detonation was still perceived by many High Rank Professionals.

After an investigation, the existence of a Mysterious underground base here surfaced.

At the same time, many Ninth Rank Mages recalled their experiences exploring the Floating City, as well as that forbidden name [Truth Circle].

As Grey Mist and others conveyed part of the news about the Mysterious attacker through other overt channels that night, many suddenly remembered the Fear of being dominated inside the Floating City.

They had secretly controlled the Floating City, causing the downfall of several Super Ninth Rank bodies on the Continent, before disappearing from everyone’s sight once more, leaving behind only a terrifying reputation.

Due to the unclear Truth, most Ninth Rank Mages slaughtered by that huge Dream Realm monstrosity were attributed to the [Truth Circle], regarded as one of their crimes.

After noticing traces of activity likely belonging to members of the Truth Circle within the Federation, many members of the Federation Council suddenly became restless.

Initially, it was thought that the emergence of such a terrifying Resistance Army in the territory, the Gloria Empire would have a tough time.

Unexpectedly, nothing has happened to the Gloria Empire so far, but it is their own Federation that has encountered trouble first!

It was as if one discovered a neighbor’s house on fire, sat down to enjoy watching the commotion, only to suddenly find the fire spreading to one’s own house.

Worried that the Mysterious Truth Circle might cause another major incident within the Federation territory, the Federation Council unanimously agreed with astonishing efficiency, and like the Gloria Empire before, they began to intensify the search for any traces of the Truth Circle within their own regions.

For a time, the situation in the Kingdoms of the Federation suddenly became much more severe, and local grey forces started to retract and lay low to avoid attention, causing the prices of various smuggled items on the black market to soar.

And at this very moment, Anvis, who had inadvertently caused all of this to happen, had already arrived in a small Kingdom on the western side of the Federation, the Royal Capital of Maramos Kingdom—Maramos City.

After concealing his tracks from the Net of Destiny, Anvis used Flesh Manipulation to alter his appearance and build, changing his hair and eye color to a common brown found in the Maramos Kingdom.

He barely managed to make his appearance less handsome, also withdrawing the Extraordinary Charm that came with his Bloodline, making himself look less conspicuous.

Meanwhile, he had completely changed his attire; wearing a plain dark blue Alchemy Magic Robe, carrying a Magic Wand on his back, and hanging various Alchemy Potions and material pouches around his waist, appearing just like an ordinary Low Rank Travel Mage.

.........

Maramos City is a historic city, its history traceable back to the foundation of the Federation.

The city was built along the water, following the Mo’er Grand Canal that spans east to west through the city, with docks, ferries, and bridges connecting the two halves of the city together.

Densely packed houses rise on both sides of the canal, slightly different in architectural style from Gloria, with sloping roofs and protruding casement windows, giving them an antique charm.

However, with the development of Magic-guided Mechanical, the lives of this city’s inhabitants have subtly changed, incorporating more Mechanical elements.

Gigantic Magic Trains, with heavy plumes of steam, pass by the fog-laden riverbanks amid shrill whistles and the rumbling sounds of the tracks. Numerous Mechanical Factories have been established in the suburbs, recruiting a large number of ordinary workers.

"Fresh fruits! Fresh vegetables!"

"Newspapers for sale! Get the latest Magic Times, Federation Newspaper, Order Daily, and Mo’en Newspaper! Everything you want to know is right here!"

Although it was still early morning, the busy Marigold Avenue in the city’s bustling district was already filled with a cacophony of voices. People awakening in the morning needed to start their day’s work, and the paperboy, along with other merchants, was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"One Federation Newspaper, one Magic Times—"

Approaching the paperboy with auburn short hair, Anvis, dressed like a Travel Mage, dragged his expanded suitcase and casually placed an order.

"One silver coin and five copper coins, sir!"

Seeing business coming his way, the teenage paperboy quickly put on a smiling face, diligently handed over a newspaper, and then carefully took the coins Anvis handed him, putting them into an old coarse cloth wallet on his chest.

The Federation Newspaper was just an ordinary paper, not very expensive, but the Magic Times cost much more due to the simple magic spells fixed into its pages.

Leaving the paperboy, Anvis unfolded the newspaper and carefully glanced over the latest news.

’Leka VI officially joins the Federation Council, potentially becoming the youngest council member in history.’

’Mechanical Network, an invention of the era or a genius scam?’

’A new disaster spreads across the northern part of the Federation, with the number of affected people exceeding a thousand.’

...

After reading through the newspaper, Anvis had a general understanding of the current phase the Federation was in.

Due to a serendipitous turn of events that temporarily removed him from everyone’s gaze, he had used this completely free opportunity to draft several plans.

Investigating the matter of the Super Ninth Rank divine human form, obtaining the hidden treasures of the Ancient Magic Empire, establishing his own secret force...

There was much he wanted to do, and before all of that, he first needed a point of entry.

Thus, as a High Rank Prophet, he had officially carried out his first prophecy after his breakthrough to the high rank.

Then, following the faint indications of the Net of Destiny, he arrived here, at the starting point of a certain wave of fate.

In the prophecy, heading in this direction was most beneficial to him.

Walking down this noisy medieval stone-paved street, Anvis casually looked up at the sky.

To others, the azure sky was clear and unremarkable. But through Anvis’s eyes, invisible threads of destiny were already faintly gathering into a vortex above this realm.

And the source of this vortex seemed to be located within this city.

Following the unseen guidance of fate, Anvis continued to walk in a specific direction.

Leaving Marigold Avenue behind, the surrounding environment gradually became more dilapidated and low-lying. If he continued in this direction, he would reach the city’s slums.

As he walked, the streets became increasingly uneven and filled with stagnant water. The putrid smell of rotting corpses, vomit, and excrement mixed together and spread through the air, causing even Anvis to frown.

With a slight thought, he cast a spell of air purification on himself, entered the slums, and ignored the ill-intentioned stares coming from the surroundings.