Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Chapter 1855: Part 1: What Comes Next?

Crystal City Shop

After Elder Blake and the officials departed, I headed to check on the members. I encountered Old Man Rock there. He stood before the door, waiting for my arrival.

"You're late. I didn't expect that person to strike so suddenly," Old Man Rock remarked.

"He'll suffer the consequences. He won't escape the city without harm," I reassured the old man.

The old man nodded. We then entered the room. Hank, Patrick, and Otto lay on the beds.

Ethan, Rebecca's father, was treating them. A sharp glint flashed in my eyes.

"They remain unconscious at the moment. Their internal organs suffered damage. I applied healing magic, but recovery could take one or two days."

"For quicker healing, consider summoning a Magic Lord skilled in advanced healing magic," the old man proposed.

"Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Ethan," I responded.

The old man nodded once more before departing. With a glance, I directed Old Man Rock to escort him. Old Man Rock exited the room.

Once he left, my attention shifted to the members. I activated the system's probe to assess their conditions.

The system displayed the results: recovery was underway. No severe injuries threatened them. A sigh of relief escaped me. I left them in peace.

After one final look, I stepped out of the room. Beyond their wounds, my business had been disrupted too. My gaze turned frigid.

Magic Lord Clint inflicted this destruction. How could I spare him? I hadn't intended to confront him, yet events compelled me.

Perhaps it was their scheme from the beginning. In my room, I summoned the Zero Puppet. It appeared before me.

"Monitor Magic Lord Clint. Alert me if he exits the city," I ordered the puppet.

"Yes, Master," the Zero Puppet acknowledged, then dissolved into dark red mist.

Through the window slits, it vanished from view. I steadied my turbulent mind. Next, I turned to the magic mask, retrieving it—pure white in shade.

Before Manager Lara, I avoided probing since she concealed the white mask's grade. Now, I invoked the system.

[Ding! Unknown grade facial mask detected.]

The system's voice resonated in my head. Shock gripped me. I'd assumed a defined grade, yet it registered as unknown.

"What does that signify?" I wondered aloud to myself.

Inquiries followed to the system: could Forbidden Wizards or Magic Lords pierce the mask?

[Ding! This is an outer space item. It is of an unknown grade. Even Elders cannot see through it.]

The system's reply left me dumbfounded. For an instant, I questioned my hearing. Replaying it confirmed the truth. Turmoil surged within.

I anticipated a superior artifact to shield my identity from Magic Lords and Forbidden Wizards.

That met my crisis needs perfectly. An unknown-grade treasure exceeded all hopes. It suggested the Mage Union's Treasury harbored many such marvels.

Composing myself, I stowed the white mask. Leaving the room, I proceeded to the gallery.

The gallery's state demanded immediate repairs. Walls required urgent reconstruction. Collections littered the floor everywhere.

Suddenly, the system warned of people approaching the shop.

"The shop is closed. Who dares approach?" I muttered.

Swoosh!

"Wait!"

"Don't come in here!"

"The shop is closed right now!"

Old Man Rock bellowed at them, but they brushed him off and barged into the shop. Familiar figures appeared.

Representatives from Wizard Associations and Wizard Families had shown up. Spotting me, they charged forward.

"Wizard Vincent!"

"Are you alright?"

"I heard your shop was attacked!"

The newcomers fired off questions. Simultaneously, their eyes scanned the gallery.

Collections sprawled across the ground, walls demolished. Evidence of the attack was undeniable.

Gasp!

Gasps of astonishment filled the air. They exchanged glances and began murmuring. Their whispers fueled my rage instantly.

These intruders cared nothing for my safety; they sought only the spectacle of ruin.

"Everyone," I declared in an icy voice.

Instantly, I unleashed a trace of coercion, laced with gravitational essence.

Terror seized them as crushing pressure descended. This surpassed normal force—it was gravity's dominion.

Boom!

The floor splintered at once. All crumpled to their knees, compelled to kneel. Level-9 and Level-10 Wizards were present, yet gravity subdued them all.

Supreme Wizards bowed too. They gazed at Vincent Carey in dread, faces contorted in horror.

Old Man Rock beheld the sight, stunned beyond words. Master Vincent's power surpassed his expectations. Shock rooted him before realization dawned.

"Master, they're in pain," he noted shortly after.

At his words, I withdrew the pressure.

Gasp!

The burden evaporated. They collapsed, desperately gulping air. My eyes stayed frozen cold.

"You're not welcome here. Despite the closure, you intruded without leave," I snapped furiously.

The wizards quivered. They grasped their disrespect toward Wizard Vincent. Fault lay entirely with them. Even Supreme Wizards felt deep shame.

They'd ignored the man's stature. He held official Silver Tower membership and White Silver Faction affiliation.

Those privy to the White Silver Faction trembled even more fiercely.