Gravity Mage with Level-Up System Chapter 1882: Monster Horse Carriage!

Mountain Range

"Ha... Ha... Ha...."

"You again. I stumbled upon this blade here. But it was filled with evil mana."

"I was wondering how to dispose of it," the middle-aged man attempted to create an excuse.

Upon hearing that, I smiled and inquired, "Where did you obtain the item from?"

The middle-aged man’s eyes darted about. He was attempting to justify his actions, but he realized it was futile.

In the next instant, his true nature was revealed. His eyes glinted with a sinister light, and he cast a magic spell.

Boom!

Fiery red magic circles materialized instantaneously.

Witnessing this, my lips curled into a smirk.

"Gravity Surge"

I unleashed the instant magic spell. No magic circle formed. The gravity surge pulverized the red, scorching magic circle immediately.

The middle-aged man was instantly overwhelmed by a terrible pressure.

Boom!

The oppressive force struck him forcefully, shattering his bones. The immense power pinned his body flat against the ground.

Puckak!

He expelled a mouthful of blood. The middle-aged man was overcome with terror, utterly bewildered by what had transpired.

Nevertheless, the crushing pressure persisted, continuing to break his bones. He endured searing agony throughout his entire body.

Meanwhile, the magic spell dissipated. It was a single-use attack, not designed for prolonged effect.

I observed the middle-aged man. The dark blade lay on the ground.

Aahahhh!

The middle-aged man emitted a shriek of agony. The pain assaulted his senses violently. He had never sustained such grievous injuries before.

A throbbing headache afflicted him intensely.

"If you wish to avoid experiencing a similar attack, then divulge the truth," I instructed the middle-aged man.

I was certain he could hear me.

A flicker of lucidity returned to the middle-aged man's eyes. He comprehended my words and was genuinely fearful of being eliminated.

"I’ll speak!"

"I received it as a gift from the Elder," he confessed.

"Elder?" I questioned.

"Indeed, he hails from the Verdantwood Nation," the middle-aged man replied.

My eyebrows arched in skepticism.

"Don’t tell me... he was the one who orchestrated the attack on your tribe," I posited.

The middle-aged man froze, remaining silent.

However, I deduced that it must be true. Why else would someone attack a tribe without provocation? There had to be an underlying motive.

"So? Why did they assault the tribe?" I pressed further.

"I am unaware of the complete details. However, they were in search of someone," the middle-aged man disclosed.

Upon hearing this, my thoughts immediately turned to the young girl. The elder, Barry, had concealed information from me.

My gaze then shifted to the middle-aged man. The thought of ending his life briefly crossed my mind, but I dismissed it.

I retrieved the dark blade and stored it within the system space.

Swoosh!

In the next moment, I released the middle-aged man and departed the scene. I wore a mask, concealing my true strength.

Consequently, the middle-aged man had no knowledge of my identity. Furthermore, the matters concerning the malevolent knife and the tribal village assault were intricate.

I had no desire to become entangled in such affairs.

Time elapsed.

I exited the mountain range region and arrived at the border area. The actual border checkpoint lay half a mile from my current position.

I observed numerous traveling groups heading toward the same destination. Some journeyed in carriages, while others utilized monstrous beasts.

I noticed a few individuals availing themselves of flying carriages, though none employed any personal aircraft. It was fortunate I had not brought mine along.

Otherwise, it would have undoubtedly attracted undue scrutiny.

Before long, I reached the actual border.

All travelers disembarked onto the ground and proceeded on foot. Noting this, I lightly touched the earth and began scrutinizing the people around me.

Clearly, I could not enter the border directly. A thorough inspection would be conducted, and I could not reveal my genuine identity.

Therefore, infiltration was my only recourse. My gaze scanned the vicinity. I pondered if anyone else harbored similar intentions.

If no one else was attempting to sneak in, I would have to find a way to board one of the carriages.

I observed and confirmed that no one else lingered, with everyone proceeding towards the checkpoint.

No one appeared to be a newcomer to this region. I did not wish to prolong my stay, as it would invariably draw attention.

Then, my attention settled on a horse-drawn carriage pulled by a monstrous beast. The proprietor of the brown carriage was engaged in conversation with someone.

It seemed there was no one inside that particular monstrous horse carriage. To verify, I activated the system’s probe function.

The system’s analysis was delivered a second later.

I exhaled in relief. Subsequently, I ambled toward the carriage. As I positioned myself behind it, I noticed the owner was distracted.

He was engrossed in his discussion. While others might have been detected, the system concealed my presence, rendering me unseen.

Unless directly observed, I remained invisible. I discreetly entered the carriage.

Tuk!

The carriage shifted slightly due to the added weight.

Swoosh!

In the ensuing moment, I found myself within the Gregor Mansion.

A sense of relief washed over my features. That was a narrow escape.

Outside,

A peculiar sensation struck the carriage proprietor. He investigated the rear of the carriage, only to find it empty.

The proprietor's purpose was indeed to ferry travelers from the border region to the closest city.

While some possessed their own conveyances, others lacked any alternative means of transit.

It was not long before the elderly man secured his inaugural passenger, exchanging a ticket for a hundred mid-grade mana stones.

Gradually, more patrons arrived, and within half an hour, the carriage was occupied by a total of six individuals.

Within the confines of Gregor Mansion, I observed the proceedings from the command center, anticipating some form of inspection.

Nevertheless, these patrons appeared to bypass any such scrutiny. A snippet of their discussion, however, illuminated the situation for me.

They were not strangers to the area; rather, they were inhabitants of the nearby city who had journeyed to the mountain range to fulfill a specific task.

The Granite Crest Mountain Range, known for its immense expanse and abundant resources, was a fitting destination for such endeavors.

My anticipation to enter the nearest city grew, and with this newfound understanding, I patiently awaited the carriage's departure from the border.