Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength

[Nicole] Let's not mention how shocked this caster is on this side.

Carrying a mission, Ronald quickly asked after Nicole explained:

"Nicole, is there any other information besides this?"

"About the whereabouts of the people who entered before, or clues about this phenomenon of making things disappear."

"Not much." Nicole shook her head and then shared the remaining information, "I can feel that the bullets were not harmed, and there was no obvious obstruction during their flight."

"However, this information does not guarantee that it will be the same for people entering."

Ronald nodded to indicate understanding:

"I see..."

At the same time, Ronald began to vigorously expand his perception of Magic Power.

The source of magic within the [Lachmont] ruins indeed exists, but from this extremely distant location, it's very blurry. Only by activating the ability of "Origin of Species" to adjust the sensitivity of perception, could Ronald clarify the origin of everything.

"..."

"Mr. Ronald... is he sensing the Magic Fluctuation?"

At this moment, Koraman of [Nicole's] side spoke with a look of shock.

As the manager of this side of the ruins, he had done similar actions before. But the result was nothing at all.

The volume of a city is truly too vast.

Let alone a normal caster, even those specialized in such areas find it extremely difficult to achieve this.

Even for Mr. Ronald, as a holder of the original text, this is too outrageous.

"Sir's ability is enough to handle this situation."

At this time, Costate, who had been standing by Ronald's side, responded and, looking at the various gazes around her, the maid spoke in an incontrovertible tone:

"For you all, this might go beyond common sense."

"But know this — there is always someone stronger, the world is vast, and the casters you've encountered in the past cannot represent everything in this world."

"..."

With Costate speaking so forcefully, naturally, the people of [Nicole's] side dared not refute, and could only stand in place and watch.

The only person in the field not affected by the atmosphere, might be Il.

Seeing Ronald focused on perception and Costate responding to the doubts of other casters, this guy quietly took a step back and leaned against the bushes from which he initially came.

Later, Il broke off a branch.

Without anyone noticing, she casually pieced the branch into a four-legged animal shape, and then sent it into the range of the ruins before the black mist.

When that little thing vanished.

Il, similarly to Ronald, squinted her eyes, entering a state that resembled zoning out.

"Everyone, perhaps I can give it a try."

As all of this was happening, someone from [Gride's] side stood up.

This was a neutral party caster who joined the group to show favor towards [Gride]. Seeing that the situation seemed to remain unchanged, he decided to speak:

"Among my spells, there happens to be one that might handle the current situation."

Hearing the caster's words, Kaya, who held considerable prestige among the third-party forces, glanced at Costate out of the corner of her eye. Noting that the maid made no comment, she nodded to the caster:

"Come, give it a try."

"Be mindful of where you act, and don't affect Mr. Ronald over there."

"I understand." The caster smiled at Kaya, then turned his head, changed position, and quietly recited an incantation.

The next second, a ball of yarn composed of magic appeared in his hand.

This caster then placed one end of the yarn on the safe ground, while holding the rest, he unwound it as he walked towards the [Lachmont] ruins.

"Sir, wait!"

Seeing this caster about to enter, Koraman couldn't help but try to dissuade him:

"It's very dangerous!"

"Why not wait for Mr. Ronald, and see what happens if things don't work out?"

The man holding the ball of yarn gave a confident smile, then walked in without any hesitation:

"Sir, this is my own decision, and I'll bear any consequence myself."

Whish—

Finally, for the first time, the phenomenon of [Lachmont] was verified by a human in front of [Gride's] members.

The distance of three meters passed in a flash.

The figure holding the ball of yarn abruptly disappeared from sight.

But at the same time, the confident caster's spell was working properly. Although he vanished instantly, the end of the yarn remained on the ground, and the ball's main body stayed at the point of disappearance.

Seeing this scene, even Koraman understood what it meant.

The stationed caster displayed a look of shock, nearly subconsciously moving a step forward:

"This... this is real..."

Whoosh—

Suddenly, the ball of yarn left upfront unfurled towards the center of the [Lachmont] city at a breathtaking speed, looking as if it was being pulled inside by someone running fast!

Witnessing this, Koraman had stepped forward.

His mind hadn't yet reacted, but subconsciously realized the urgency of the situation.

—Never place hope on retreat!

Thus, at the moment of life and death.

Koraman leaped forward, throwing himself to the ground without regard for appearance, grabbing tightly onto the yarn left in the safety zone.

Bang—

Almost in the next instant.

The taut yarn tightened in the air with a unique sound.

Koraman, who quickly rolled the yarn around his hand, was yanked by the great force, his hand cut to the flesh as he involuntarily lunged forward.

—The force on the opposite side was too strong.

—He couldn't contend with it alone.

Realizing this, Koraman's eyes were already filled with despair.

At this moment, he felt time around him begin to slow down, with usually unnoticed details becoming fully evident before him, and his mind working faster too.

He could let go now, retreating to ensure safety, at the cost of losing the hope before his eyes;

Or, he could keep holding on and certainly be dragged inside, repeating the fate of those vanished comrades.

"..."

Koraman understood everything in his heart and knew the most rational action now.

But hope was right in front of him.

Even knowing this was a thread leading to his own disappearance, he couldn't choose to let go in that instant.

"..."

In such circumstances, Koraman closed his eyes in despair.

He began to pray in his heart...

Pop!

Suddenly, Koraman felt someone holding his falling body.

The force from the yarn biting into his flesh vanished without a trace at that moment.

He opened his eyes in silence.

And then, he saw Ronald standing in front of him, without him noticing when he arrived.

This holder of the [Gride] original text who came to support.

At this moment, not only holding the yarn in hand but also supporting him. His figure remained unmovable, seemingly ignoring the terrifying force!

Is this...the real strength?

As Koraman was shocked by this,

Ronald noticed his trembling gaze and only asked with an indifferent tone:

"Mr. Koraman, are you alright?"