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

Chapter 218 Small-Scale Social Ecology

Without much thought, Jemin immediately pulled out his wizard terminal and began checking his coordinates.

However, the moment the location information appeared, Jemin's brow furrowed even deeper.

The terminal indicated that he was still within the Erosian dimension.

Moreover, the straight-line distance from his Golden Garden is not far, only about 300 kilometers.

When Jemin applied to Norren Workshop for land in the Erosian Prime Material Plane, he didn't dare ask for too much, since land in the Prime Material Plane is extremely valuable.

However, considering his potential and the influence of his mentor Clark, the area allocated to him by Norren Workshop was indeed quite large.

Besides the core Golden Garden area, which he used to build laboratories and resource parks, a vast area with a diameter of several hundred kilometers around it was also included in his territory.

Its area is almost the size of a province in Jemin's previous life.

After glancing at the straight-line distance between himself and the Golden Garden, Jemin discovered a fact that instantly turned his eyes cold—his current location was actually just outside the outermost boundary of the area he controlled.

what does this mean?
This means that his spatial teleportation was not randomly "interfered" with, but precisely "blocked" by an invisible barrier!

He was prevented from returning to his "home"?!
“Interesting.” Jemin’s eyes widened.

There was no anger in him; on the contrary, a strong interest rose from the bottom of his heart.

He wanted to see exactly what was happening on his turf!
He put away his terminal, his spiritual power surged, and he used his flight technique to transform into a streak of light, flying straight towards the Golden Garden at high speed.

However, during the flight, Jemin soon discovered more surprising sights.

In his memory, this territory that belonged to him, apart from the Golden Garden which was maintained by some servants he had arranged, should have mostly been a desolate, uninhabited primeval forest and wilderness.

But now, large villages with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys have appeared in his territory!

The fields were neatly cultivated, and simple dirt roads connected the various settlements. You could even see many people working in the fields!
Most importantly, ever since he entered this area, he has been able to continuously receive faint yet inexhaustible wisps of "mortal energy" from the earth below!

Thinking about the concepts needed to collect "worldly energy," Jemin's eyes involuntarily narrowed.

He immediately realized that something earth-shattering must have happened in his territory during the fifty years he had been gone.

As he continued toward the heart of the Golden Garden, Jemin discovered that the population in each village was growing.

Later on, those settlements could no longer be called villages, but rather towns or cities with thousands or even tens of thousands of people!
Then, just as Jemin was about ten kilometers away from the Golden Garden, he encountered the largest city he had seen since entering the territory.

The city was built against the mountain, and even had rough but sturdy stone walls.

Meanwhile, Jemin was also stopped.

"Halt! This is the territory of the city of Doragon. According to His Majesty the King's law, no one is allowed to fly over the city!"

Looking at the human squad riding griffin-like magical beasts flying in the air and surrounding him, Jemin was completely bewildered.

Leading the group was a male warrior clad in rough iron armor and wielding a longsword.

His face was resolute, his eyes were alert, and he exuded a fierce aura of someone who had been through many battles.

Jemin was even more confused.

He had no recollection of adding so many random requirements to his own territory.

Moreover, the strength of this group in front of them is actually not bad.

The team members were all at the level of first-level beings, while the leader of the warriors had a solid aura and was even close to the threshold of second-level beings.

"Who issued this order?" Jemin suppressed his surprise and asked calmly.

The captain of the warriors gave Jemin a strange look, seemingly surprised that Jemin didn't know about "the King's Laws".

However, considering that he vaguely sensed a deep, abyss-like threat from the other party, he knew that the person in front of him must be very strong.

To avoid making powerful enemies unnecessarily, he carefully explained, "The one who issued this order is His Majesty Otto, the 'Lion,' the King of our Kingdom of Doragon."

He paused, then pointed further ahead and advised, "Moreover, further ahead lies the battlefield between our human kingdom and those damned elves and dwarves! Although you are powerful, it is best not to enter the battlefield casually, lest it cause misunderstandings."

Elves? Dwarves? King? Battlefield?
Through his conversation with the captain opposite him, and by piecing together all the information he had gathered on his journey, a bizarre yet undeniably true conclusion formed in Jemin's mind:

Because he had been gone for so long, his territory had spontaneously developed into a small-scale social ecosystem with a national concept?!

This coincides with his conclusion after discovering that he could collect worldly energy here.

However... in just over fifty years, have these people already forgotten who the true owners of this land are, and forgotten the truth of their existence?

Jemin glanced at the soldier captain before him; the man's life energy was abundant and full of vitality. He couldn't help but shake his head.

"He should only be in his thirties... In terms of talent, he's a genius. But it seems he didn't experience the era when I ruled this place."

Is this the difference in perspective between advanced and less advanced civilizations?
Their concepts of time are completely different.

For Jemin, fifty years was just a slightly longer business trip.

But for these mortals who, even after breaking through to the first level of life, only live for a hundred years, fifty years is already the time of two or even three generations!

Jemin then thought of what had happened in the Frost Dimension.

To these low-level wizards, Augustine's many inexplicable actions were perfectly logical arrangements to Viola and the other high-level wizards who already knew the truth.

This is indeed a cognitive error caused by the information gap between the two parties.

On the other hand, the more advanced a being is, the more information it acquires, the longer its lifespan, and the greater the difference in perspective between it and lower beings.

As he looked down at these "natives," wasn't he just like Augustine had looked down at them back then?
Seeing that Jemin suddenly fell into deep thought for no apparent reason, the guards present looked at each other, wondering what this mysterious and powerful man was up to.

Just as the squad leader was about to say something again, Jemin suddenly came to his senses.

He looked at the captain and said in a calm tone, "Take me to see your king."

Jemin finally understood.

Even though so many years have passed, a large portion of those who were originally his servants have not died of old age.

The other party's "king" is very likely that person.

The captain in charge paused for a moment, then looked troubled: "His Majesty the King is extremely busy... Your Excellency, I can convey the message for you, but please wait here for a moment."

But Jemin had already lost patience.

He ignored the other person's words, his figure blurred, and he transformed into a streak of light, flying towards the most prosperous and magnificent "castle" in the center of the city.

"Stop him!"

Seeing Jemin's state, the group of people were immediately enraged!
In their eyes, this was a blatant provocation against the king's authority!

They all attacked, their magic and arrows weaving a large net in an attempt to keep Jemin in.

Just as Jemin was about to casually wave his hand and wipe out these ignorant "ants" along with their mounts, he suddenly thought of a question.

Strictly speaking, these people are also considered their private property.

Immediately, he withdrew his impending power, transforming it into a gentle yet irresistible force that sent the guards and their mounts flying far away.

Let them tumble through the air and fall far into the forest outside the city. They won't die, but they won't be able to get up for a while either.

However, what was happening in the sky had already attracted the attention of people in the city.

As soon as the two sides started fighting, piercing alarms blared throughout the city!
Subsequently, groups of soldiers rushed over from all corners of the city.

Looking at this "army" that couldn't even put together a complete suit of armor, and could even be described as disheveled, with a motley collection of weapons, Jemin wore a strange expression.

He didn't even make a move; he simply released his powerful mental energy, which was at the limit of a first-level wizard, with a thought.

Om-!
As mental power leveraged elemental forces, an invisible, mountain-like pressure instantly enveloped the entire city!
The soldiers who charged forward, whether infantry or cavalry, all collapsed to their knees under this oppressive force, trembling and unable to lift their heads.

Soon, Jemin broke into the simple castle without any hindrance.

In the "shabby" hall, they found the "king" who sat on the throne, looking old, and whose strength had barely reached the threshold of a second-level being.

Just as Jemin had expected, he remembered this person.

He was one of the more capable managers among that group of servants.

And the so-called "king" clearly had not forgotten the terror of those wizards who had even captured the gods more than fifty years ago!
The moment he saw Jemin's youthful face, unchanged for fifty years, appear at the entrance of the main hall, his wrinkled face instantly lost all color!
His eyes widened in terror, and he made a gurgling sound that was hard to understand, as if he were being choked.

His body was trembling violently. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound because of extreme fear!

He wanted to escape, he wanted to resist, but in the end, he didn't even dare to do the slightest thing to resist!

He simply slumped on the throne, like a condemned prisoner awaiting trial.

(End of this chapter)