GATE.
When Sylvar Crowe discovered the palace, he rushed toward it with all his strength.
But it seemed that he was already too late. Some strange humanoid creatures were madly slaughtering the humans there.
The gate to another world had suddenly opened, and the army poured out like a tide. They wore cold armor. They held sharp weapons. Their eyes revealed ruthless killing intent as they launched a bloody massacre against the humans.
However, the humans there thought it was cosplay, and some of them even took pictures of the soldiers.
What greeted them were merciless blades.
While the army from the other world slaughtered people without mercy, Sylvar Crowe stood high above the shopping mall and began turning the pages of his magic book.
Icicles of cold gathered in the air.
Sylvar Crowe took a deep breath. He raised his arm toward the sky and gathered all his strength there. Then he swung his arm down violently, and arm-length ice cones rained down toward the enemy.
"Taste my magic, Ice Cone!"
The icicles pierced through the air, carrying a biting chill as they accurately struck the alien army.
They pierced through the enemy's armor.
They froze the enemy's bodies.
In an instant the soldiers lost the ability to move.
The icy aura of death filled the air.
The charging army from the other world was abruptly blocked by Sylvar Crowe's ice magic, Ice Cone.
Sylvar Crowe continued to release the Ice Cone spell again and again.
Wave after wave of attacks descended.
The alien soldiers fell into chaos.
They watched in horror as their companions were pierced through by the falling ice cones.
Fear filled their hearts.
Despair filled their hearts.
Sylvar Crowe continued the slaughter without mercy.
The falling ice cones seemed to declare one sentence to the invaders.
"This is not your world."
When the fleeing humans saw this scene, some of them shouted loudly.
"The esper!"
"Protect us, esper!"
Some of the people who had been running away in panic even had the mood to take videos.
Sylvar Crowe did not have the time to pay attention to them.
After countless icicles fell, Sylvar Crowe saw that every soldier within his field of view had been pierced through by the ice cones.
No more soldiers appeared.
Sylvar Crowe immediately realized something.
The army from the other world had probably become suspicious.
After all, none of the soldiers who had entered this side had returned to report anything.
At this moment, the official army of Country J finally arrived.
A man who seemed to be a liaison officer walked forward from among their ranks.
He looked at Sylvar Crowe with obvious caution.
Perhaps he also felt fear toward this unknown power.
Of course, if he did not feel fear at all, then he would simply be a fool.
And a fool would never be assigned the position of liaison officer.
The liaison officer spoke softly.
"Excuse me, sir. Who are you? And where did this palace come from?"
Sylvar Crowe looked at him with an indifferent expression.
His face was calm.
He replied in a flat voice.
"The first question. Earthling."
"The second question. This is the door to another world."
The liaison officer was stunned by that answer.
After thinking for a moment, Sylvar Crowe spoke again.
His voice became louder.
He spoke clearly so that even the surrounding civilians could hear him.
"According to an ancient prophecy, the gate will disappear after thirty sunrises and sunsets."
The liaison officer stood there in confusion.
While he was still trying to process what he had just heard, Sylvar Crowe turned around and walked directly toward the gate.
It had been less than half an hour since the gate appeared.
No one gave the order to shoot.
No melodramatic scene occurred.
Perhaps the countless corpses scattered across the ground were enough to prove Sylvar Crowe's strength.
Everyone present simply watched him leave.
They did not move.
When the liaison officer finally reacted, a voice sounded through the earphone in his ear.
Sylvar Crowe stepped into the palace.
In other words, he stepped inside the gate.
He passed through a black passage that was around thirty to forty meters long.
Then Sylvar Crowe arrived on the other side of the palace.
That place was the other world.
Sylvar Crowe thought carefully for a moment.
In the original story, the highest level of combat power in this world seemed to be the dragon.
Of course, that was only what appeared in the animation.
There were many things that had never been shown.
For example, the various gods.
Sylvar Crowe did not intend to provoke them.
The dragon would definitely destroy the elf village.
Therefore, Sylvar Crowe's current goal was to find someone who could take him to the elf village.
He needed to reach the elf village in advance.
Otherwise, when the dragon appeared, the situation might become difficult.
The dragon's flying speed was extremely fast.
However, Sylvar Crowe's own flying speed was also quite impressive.
After leaving the pitch-black tunnel behind him, he stepped into bright light.
The first thing he saw was an army.
They were about three hundred to five hundred meters away.
Sylvar Crowe felt a headache when he looked at them.
He was too lazy to deal with them.
So he simply activated his circle.
He sensed the coordinates of a distant location.
Then he used spatial magic and teleported there.
The distance was only two kilometers.
In other words, he was still relatively close to the army.
When the scouts of the opposing army saw Sylvar Crowe suddenly disappear from the gate, they were shocked.
They hurriedly looked around.
Soon they discovered Sylvar Crowe's location.
However, while they were still observing him, Sylvar Crowe had already opened another spatial channel.
Before the scouts could rush over, Sylvar Crowe had already stepped into the passage.
He closed the spatial magic behind him.
After three consecutive jumps, Sylvar Crowe was already six kilometers away.
At this distance, Sylvar Crowe believed that they could no longer see him.
Even if they could see him, how could they possibly catch him?
Now Sylvar Crowe faced a different problem.
He needed to find the village.
Sylvar Crowe thought about it for a moment.
There were two possible modes of transportation.
The first was flying through the sky using a magic broom.
The second was summoning the large black wolf that he had captured previously and using it as a mount.
After thinking about it carefully, Sylvar Crowe decided to reduce unnecessary consumption of magic power.
So Sylvar Crowe summoned the large black wolf.
He mounted the wolf.
Then he instructed it to smell for the scent of living creatures.
The scent of humans would be the best clue.
Sylvar Crowe rode the black wolf as it galloped through the forest.
They crossed mountains.
They waded through rivers.
After a full day and night of travel, Sylvar Crowe's body was exhausted.
However, determination filled his eyes.
Finally, Sylvar Crowe saw smoke rising in the distance.
That was a place where people lived.
Joy surged inside Sylvar Crowe's heart.
He urged the black wolf to move faster.
When he approached the village, Sylvar Crowe saw farmland.
He saw neatly arranged houses.
The busy figures of villagers moved back and forth.
The entire scene carried the breath of life.
Sylvar Crowe stopped.
He sealed the black wolf back into his magic book.
Then he walked toward the village.
The villagers looked at Sylvar Crowe with curiosity.
Sylvar Crowe smiled.
He waved his hand and greeted them.
Soon a villager approached him and began speaking.
However, Sylvar Crowe could not understand a single word.
Only now did Sylvar Crowe discover a very serious problem.
He did not understand the language here at all.
Headache.
What should he do?
Scrambled eggs?
For a moment Sylvar Crowe suddenly wanted artificial intelligence.
Unfortunately he had never traveled to a high-technology world.
In the world of Hunter x Hunter there might be something like that.
But he could not obtain it.
Another villager seemed to notice that Sylvar Crowe was not responding.
Perhaps they realized that Sylvar Crowe did not understand the local language.
The villager ran away and brought back an old man.
The old man was probably the village chief.
The village chief spoke several different languages in succession.
Sylvar Crowe still shook his head.
He indicated that he did not understand.
Sylvar Crowe thought deeply for three and a half seconds.
Then he decided to try another method.
He raised his hand.
Ice gathered in the air.
First, Sylvar Crowe used ice to create the shape of a young girl.
The girl held a magic wand.
Then Sylvar Crowe created another ice sculpture.
This one was a short old man.
He had a pointed wide-brimmed magic hat on his head.
He also held a magic wand.
After creating the two sculptures, Sylvar Crowe pointed at them.
Then he waited for the villagers to understand.
The villagers and the village chief looked surprised.
They seemed to think that Sylvar Crowe was some kind of magician.
The village chief said something to Sylvar Crowe.
Sylvar Crowe did not respond.
The village chief finally realized that Sylvar Crowe could not speak their language.
So the village chief began drawing gestures.
First he pointed toward a direction.
Then he pointed at a carriage.
Finally he raised three fingers.
Sylvar Crowe nodded.
"I see."
He reached into his pocket and took out a gold coin that he had taken from the magic book earlier.
He handed the coin to the village chief.
Then Sylvar Crowe turned around and walked away from the village.
Once he left the villagers' line of sight, Sylvar Crowe summoned the black wolf again.
Following the direction indicated by the village chief, he began moving forward.
However, Sylvar Crowe soon noticed something.
The road in front of him was a dirt road that people often traveled.
Sylvar Crowe suddenly felt that he was acting a little foolish.
Why should he ride a wolf along a road meant for people?
Wouldn't a sports car be more convenient?
Sylvar Crowe immediately sealed the large black wolf back into the magic book.
Then he released the sports car.
He stepped on the accelerator.
The engine roared.
A strong force pushed against his back.
The feeling was intoxicating.
It had to be said.
A sports car truly was a sports car.
The moment the accelerator was pressed down, a powerful force pushed the driver backward.
The seat pressed firmly against his body.
It felt as if the seat itself was holding him in place.
This push became stronger and stronger as the speed increased.
It felt like an invisible hand was pushing from behind.
The roaring engine and the sound of the exhaust pipe combined with the push-back sensation.
Together they created a symphony of speed and power.
The push-back feeling produced by a sports car was a unique experience.
It allowed a person to feel the ultimate acceleration and strength.
In that moment it felt as if the driver had become one with the machine.
Speed itself.
The wind whistled past.
The road rushed forward.
The experience was thrilling.
At the same time it allowed a deeper understanding of the powerful performance of a sports car.
While driving at high speed, Sylvar Crowe encountered several carriages coming from the opposite direction.
The people riding those carriages were terrified.
They thought that the approaching vehicle was some kind of powerful beast.
However, Sylvar Crowe was moving too fast.
Before they even had time to react in shock, he had already rushed past them.
From the moment the car entered their field of vision to the moment it disappeared, less than ten seconds passed.
After driving for two hours without lifting his foot from the accelerator, Sylvar Crowe finally arrived at another village.
Sylvar Crowe looked at the village.
He thought silently for two seconds.
Then he slowed the car down and brought it to a stop.
It had only taken two hours to reach this place.
Was this the village the old man had referred to?
Sylvar Crowe was not completely sure.
However, it would not hurt to ask.
After the car stopped, Sylvar Crowe opened the door and stepped out.
The villagers looked at him with wide eyes.
They began talking among themselves.
They were discussing what that strange object was.
It could actually hold a person inside.
Could it be some kind of high-level monster that could run?
Of course, Sylvar Crowe had no idea what they were saying.
Sylvar Crowe decided to ask someone.
He approached a villager who looked friendly.
Once again he used ice magic to create two sculptures.
One sculpture was the short old man.
The other sculpture was the young girl.
Both of them were depicted as magicians.
Sylvar Crowe pointed at the sculptures.
The friendly villager seemed to understand that Sylvar Crowe was searching for someone.
The villager said something.
Sylvar Crowe did not respond.
The villager pointed toward a direction.
Then he walked a few steps in that direction.
The meaning seemed to be that the place was not far away.
Sylvar Crowe activated his circle.
The circle expanded and covered a radius of two thousand meters.
Soon he discovered a remote hut.
The magical reaction of a magician could be sensed there.
Sylvar Crowe took out another gold coin and tossed it to the friendly villager.
Then Sylvar Crowe walked toward the remote hut.
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