I am a mage, with an infinite mana bar!

"These three seals originally required the cooperation of the three of us administrators to open. Although Mr. Barton has been transferred back to Luo'an City, he still possesses the magic formula to break the seals. After all, finding a successor for him is not easy..."

Luke sighed, and Lynn realized that he, like himself, didn't understand the point of this elaborate procedure.

The rotating president of the Magic Association took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. When the hands reached 9:35, he slowly closed his eyes.

Old man Aldorf did the same thing.

At the same time, the three black snake-like chains on the parchment scroll disappeared almost simultaneously.

Barton, who was far away in Roan City, had already arranged a time with Luke. To break the seal, one only needed to construct the corresponding spell in one's mind, just like when casting a spell, and there was no distance restriction.

With the seal broken, most of the magical patterns on the scroll suddenly disappeared.

Luke stretched out his right hand, and many dark, tattoo-like patterns appeared out of nowhere on the back of his hand.

This is the key to the magic-free prison.

He walked briskly to the door, placed his hand on it, and the door opened.

Luke nodded to Aldorf and gestured for Lynn to follow him closely. The two of them entered the anti-magic prison together.

"So, Barton, Luke, and Aldolf, these three veteran mages, were all here to guard this anti-magic prison?" Lynn finally understood his previous doubts.

The dark door behind them immediately closed, and Luke waved his hand, summoning several orbs of light that illuminated the darkness around them.

After passing through a short passageway, you'll find a spiral staircase leading downwards. The steps, made entirely of stone slabs, are clearly old, with moss growing on them, and the air is filled with a damp, musty smell.

After descending about one floor, the two reached the end of the stairs, where Lynn discovered a black door.

However, this door is not as neat and beautiful as the one above. Its surface is pitted and uneven, and its shape is not a regular square or circle.

It's like mud sculpted by a child and casually smeared onto the stone wall.

"Stay close to me."

Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately followed behind Luke, who stretched out his right hand and walked straight toward the door.

The door, about two meters high, sensed the approach of the key and immediately seemed to melt, opening a passage.

Lynn followed Luke's steps in, and in an instant, he felt his magic power being completely suppressed by some force.

"Is this the power of the anti-magic prison?" He tried to overcome the discomfort caused by the anti-magic, but found that Luke did not show any abnormality.

"The person who holds the key can use magic normally." Luke smiled and showed Lynn the magical patterns on the back of his hand.

The structure of the anti-magic prison is extremely complex, resembling an underground labyrinth, filled with murky air and a faint stench of decay.

As Lynn passed by some of the cells, he found them all empty.

"Could this prison only be holding Gray as a prisoner?"

The prison was very quiet, which made Lynn's voice sound somewhat abrupt.

Luke adjusted his glasses. "As for humanoid beings, he's indeed the only one."

He glanced at Lynn, then turned his head. "However, there are still a few monsters here."

Monsters? Lynn's heart skipped a beat. What kind of monsters would be imprisoned in the anti-magic prison?

Luke noticed Lynn's curiosity, smiled faintly, and silently led him into a side passage.

Before long, Lynn smelled a strong odor coming from ahead—rotten, foul, reminiscent of corpses and carrion.

"This is……"

When he arrived at a cell, he stared wide-eyed at the strange creature curled up inside.

Using the light from the "Light Spell," Lynn could barely make out the appearance of the monster.

Its body was slender, like a python, but covered with curled, blood-stained white fur, making it indescribably strange.

Above its snake-like neck was the head of a goat, with faint, scale-like markings visible on its head.

Those dumbbell-shaped pupils, reflecting the light, stared directly at Lynn's face.

It didn't open its mouth, but Lynn clearly heard a weak cry of "Help me..."

Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine.

"This is the product of the combination of the Tree-Patterned Serpent and the Ventriloquizing Sheep," Luke chuckled and glanced at Lynn, seemingly having anticipated his reaction. "The Ventriloquizing Sheep can mimic the sounds of other creatures, but otherwise it is almost indistinguishable from an ordinary goat."

He continued moving to one side, saying, "There are quite a few mutated monsters like these locked up here; they were all discovered in the Whispering Forest recently."

Colin Town is adjacent to the Whispering Forest, so it's only natural that it would be responsible for imprisoning these mutated monsters.

Lynn immediately understood and asked, "Was all of this the work of the Corruption Cult?"

"Not entirely," Luke explained, shaking his head. "In areas where magic distribution is abnormal, there is also the possibility of mutation in living beings."

"Magic distribution...abnormal?"

Luke nodded. "Yes, you should know that the magic we spellcasters use comes from the outside world, from nature, and the distribution of magic in nature is not uniform."

"You might think that Asia's territory is vast, spanning the north and south of the continent, but in fact it only occupies a very small part of this land."

"On the continent, too many lands are covered by intense magic, but here the magic is sparse, making it more habitable for humans with weak magic resistance."

Lynn was speechless for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why don't I often see this kind of knowledge in books?"

His knowledge of world geography comes almost entirely from books, but as Luke just mentioned, he has never read more detailed descriptions in books.

"Because those places are rarely accessible to most people, they naturally have no way of knowing about them," Luke said in a low voice.

"Do you know why the elves have remained mysterious for thousands of years? It's because the vast lands of the East where they live are shrouded in a magical energy so intense it's almost like 'miasma.' It's an environment where only elves and dwarves can survive safely."

Monsters are born from magic, so one can imagine how powerful they must be, far surpassing the low-level monsters of the Whispering Forest.

Lynn felt a sudden heaviness in his chest.

He learned from Luke that the Prosperous Kingdom he lived in was just a small part of the map.

This feeling is like a frog that knows how vast the world is, yet is still trapped at the bottom of a well.

It's suffocating and oppressive.

He glanced aside and changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Luke, is there some other purpose to keeping these monsters imprisoned?"

Upon hearing this, Luke stopped in his tracks and looked at Lynn with a half-smile.

He said, "Of course, these are valuable research materials; many scholars would fight tooth and nail for them."

He turned his head and continued walking forward, saying in a light tone:

"Unfortunately, those guys at Green Tower have already reserved this batch of monsters, and they will send someone to pick them up soon."

Lynn seemed to be deep in thought as she followed silently. As they walked, she was suddenly struck by a spiritual awakening.

He looked at one side of the wall and saw something vaguely carved in the dilapidated corner.

He subconsciously moved his feet and then realized that it was a barely recognizable portrait with a line of small characters next to it.

"...Lamb...beware of those eyes."