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

Chapter 116 Disguise
Each impact caused a level-two creature to cough up blood and have its defenses collapse.

After becoming proficient, she even used electromagnetic heating to completely melt metal sand into lava.

She then controlled the molten metal, making it attack and defend as if it were alive.

This was a completely crushing battle!

Faced with Augusta's overwhelming offensive, it wasn't long before these guys, who already had ulterior motives, collapsed.

But at this point, it was Augusta who didn't want them to escape.

When faced with enemies attempting to escape, Augusta condenses metal sand or lava into high-density metal projectiles, launches them with astonishing initial velocity using electromagnetic catapults, and then snipes them from a distance.

Those dozen or so Level 2 beings were completely crushed by Augusta's illogical "electromagnetic control."

She almost single-handedly suppressed more than a dozen level-two beings and the entire fortress's defense system on the front lines!
Finally, after several minutes of one-sided slaughter, all of the dozen or so enemies were annihilated by Augusta.

The interior of the swamp fortress was completely destroyed by metal sand and lava, leaving only ruins.

Finally, the countless metallic grains and remaining lightning gathered around her, condensing into a spiraling pillar of lightning with a piercing bang.

The lightning bolt, mixed with high-density, red-hot iron sand, pierced precisely through the fallen priest's still-recovering chest with unstoppable force!
"what!!"

The fallen priest let out a short, desperate scream. His body was instantly vaporized by the impact of the lightning pillar, leaving behind only a huge energy hole and air filled with the smell of burning.

With the death of the core priest, the divine link to the Corrupted Swamp Fortress was completely severed, and the fortress collapsed rapidly. The remaining corrupted creatures also disintegrated quickly due to the loss of divine power, turning into puddles of foul-smelling pus.

The battle was over.

A hint of pain finally appeared on Augusta's expressionless face; the battle had pushed her to her limit.

The electric light on her body quickly dissipated, and the metal particles surrounding her fell from the sky as if they had lost their lives.

Her body swayed violently, and she fell to one knee, panting heavily.

Her mental energy was almost completely depleted, and she was in excruciating pain all over her body, as if she had been pricked by countless fine needles.

She overexerted herself in this battle.

Her teammates stared at her in disbelief; they had never imagined that Augusta could be so powerful.

Just then, the phantom of the gods reappeared in the sky, and the scene of the dimensional barrier being torn apart reappeared, signifying the release of the second list.

Augusta felt a huge influx of information, accompanied by an instant surge in her contribution points!

Her name surged into third place on the overall list with unstoppable momentum.

However, she did not feel the slightest bit proud of it.

Her gaze went straight past her own name and landed at the very top of the list, at that dazzlingly bright name—"Jermin"!
Augusta pursed his lips, then a pale but unusually determined smile appeared on his face.

She clenched her fists unconsciously and murmured:
"...Jeming, you certainly didn't disappoint me. But this is just the beginning. I haven't...lost yet!"

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the other side.

Although he didn't want to admit it, saying goodbye to Amy and Victor did give Jemin a sense of freedom he had never felt before.

He stood at the edge of the camp, looking back one last time at the brightly lit area.

Although teaming up with two people did provide a lot of help to Jemin, for example, if he were alone in the wild, prolonged mental tension would cause his attention and mental energy to be depleted very quickly.

If you have teammates, you can have a short rest at night.

Or perhaps when they were promoted to the first level of wizard, the huge energy fluctuations could easily attract enemies outside, so they relied entirely on the two of them to guard them.

Even when facing the Blood Angel, if it weren't for the three of them working together so well and buying Jemin that precious time to activate the artifact, Jemin wouldn't have been able to win.

However, in order to take care of the two people's feelings, Jemin did indeed impose considerable restrictions on himself to some extent.

For example, lists.

Number one on the list?
That's just a number.

While it would indeed bring tangible benefits, it wasn't enough to make Jemin pay too much attention.

For a long time, in order to take care of the two people's feelings and interests, Jemin had been working with them to complete the mission, which went against his true thoughts—he wanted to truly experience this plane, not just see it as a mission objective.

He removed all the insignia representing Norren Academy from his body, put away the overly conspicuous magical artifacts, leaving only a few core rune magical artifacts hidden under his clothes.

Instead, they wore simple leather armor, rough but practical, just like the most common wandering warriors in this plane.

"This disguise should be enough," Jemin thought to himself, his fingers lightly stroking the short sword at his waist.

As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Jieming's level of control over his physical body was actually quite good.

His every move exudes a coordination and explosive power beyond that of ordinary people. In addition, the meditative process of a wizard greatly enhances his physical strength, making his physical attributes comparable to those of elite warriors in the Erosian plane.

Moreover, the internal circulation technique he practices is not limited to sealing a cultivator's power. When necessary, he can even completely seal off the surging spiritual power of the wizard within him, making his aura indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person.

Recalling the battles he had encountered with the warriors, Jemin tried it out a few times.

Soon, he learned to subtly amplify the surrounding elemental power with a trace of mental energy while swinging his sword, so that each strike carried a power that mortals could not match, yet without any trace of a wizard.

perfect!

He can now perfectly disguise himself as a powerful warrior in this world.

When he stopped focusing on the obvious contribution points, he chose to venture deeper into the heart of Erosia.

It is to personally experience the customs and culture of this world and feel its unique culture and vitality.

At the same time, he also needs to take this opportunity to collect some special materials he needs for "refining weapons" during the exploration process.

After several more days, Jemin traversed several mountains and wildernesses before finally arriving at Golden Harbor, a bustling city in the Erosian plane.

According to the information he knew, this port was an extremely prosperous city under human control, ranking among the top five in terms of prosperity.

However, such a prosperous city also means stricter rules. With his scouting eye, Jemin discovered trouble outside the city gate.

Although this world appears to have medieval technology, it is exceptionally rigorous in its population census.

To enter another city, one must possess identification and a letter of introduction; otherwise, they will be stopped by city guards and, at best, questioned, at worst, arrested.

The only ones who can relatively freely leave the city and travel between different areas are probably adventurers.

However, adventurers also have their own unique credentials and identity information registered with the Adventurers' Guild.

Jemin did not barge in rashly.

He waited for more than half a month along several small roads near Goldenport, his patience like that of a lurking hunter.

The rankings were updated again during this period, and it was clear that Jemin's previous rise to the top had spurred the other geniuses, as he fell to fourth place this time.

However, none of this mattered much to Jemin. He observed the passersby, searching for the most suitable "target".

Finally, he encountered an adventurer who looked somewhat tired.

The man was wearing worn-out leather armor, carrying a heavy bundle on his back, his face covered in dust, and he kept cursing.

From his few words, Jemin deduced that he had just completed a delivery mission in another town and was preparing to head to the next one.

This means that the other party is holding the identity and mission credentials for the next stop.

In a secluded mountain valley, Jemin discreetly dealt with his opponent.

Looking at the corpse lying at his feet, Jemin fell silent.

He now realizes that he is completely different from before, and he feels no psychological fluctuation even when killing someone he has no grudge against.

"Sigh...it seems that one's perspective really is determined by one's position," Jemin couldn't help but sigh.

Then, without hesitation, he reached for the other person's head and used the "soul search" artifact to obtain all the memories in the other person's mind!

These memories unfolded in his mind like a library—the adventurers' names, experiences, styles of doing things, speaking habits, and even their familiarity with the surrounding environment, as well as all information related to the mission.

With his formidable mental strength, Jemin mastered all of these memories perfectly in a very short time.

He then took out several special plant materials that he had collected during this period from his storage ring and quickly refined a disguise potion with an eerie luster.

This potion is the result of research conducted by the workshop specifically for dimensional camouflage.

He drank it down, and as the medicine went down his throat, a strange power instantly swept through his body.

Jemin felt as if his body was being stretched and reshaped, his bones making a faint clicking sound, and his muscles wriggling.

In a very short period of time, his height changed slightly, and his facial features were adjusted accordingly.

When everything calmed down, Jemin saw a completely unfamiliar version of himself in the Five Elements Rainbow Mirror—it was exactly the same appearance as the adventurer from before.

This disguise is semi-permanent because it involves actual changes to the bones and flesh, and it won't take effect unless Jemin drinks the antidote.

Jemin picked up the adventurer's identification and mission credentials from the ground, a perfectly replicated tired smile spreading across his face.

He blended into the line waiting to enter the city, relying on the memories he had just acquired to deal with the city guards' routine checks.

"Next, identification, mission credentials!" The city guard's voice was gruff.

“Here it is.” Jemin handed over the two items.

His voice, tone, and even the hint of impatience in his eyes were exactly the same as the adventurer in my memory.

The city guard glanced at him, then looked at Jemin's face, which was exactly the same as the portrait on the pass, and after confirming that he was a poor adventurer, he waved his hand dismissively: "Three copper coins for the entrance fee, go in! Come earlier next time!"

"Okay, okay, stop nagging." Jemin muttered, took out three copper coins, and swaggered into the gates of Golden Harbor.

(End of this chapter)