The Golem Mage Chapter 1119: Another Black History.

A violent fit of coughing blood wracked the students aboard the ship. Even those who weren’t spitting crimson looked ghastly, faces tinged with pallor and strain. The moment the vessel plunged into the colossal space portal that had materialized within the Grand Royal Arena, everything shifted dramatically.

The envoys had instructed them to firmly grasp any available handholds on the ship. Initially, most students only loosely held on.

Their casual grip became a desperate clench as the ship entered a zone of space turbulence, causing violent shaking. At certain points, the ship even inverted, yet the three envoys stationed around the vessel, along with the lead envoy piloting it, displayed no concern for the students' precarious situation.

Their sole focus was maintaining their own footing against the ship's erratic movements. As the vessel twisted and lurched, numerous students lost their holds, narrowly avoiding being ejected into the void. Fortunately, a few quick-thinking mages managed to avert disaster.

Even Alec found himself compelled to release his grip to catch Agnes, who in turn was holding onto Sophia. Sophia had nearly been flung into the vast emptiness after losing her hold. Gritting his teeth, Alec partially transformed his left hand, embedding his claws into the ship's deck to secure his position.

He was acutely aware of the devastating nature of space turbulence. Losing even a single member of his team to it could mean their complete, irrecoverable loss. This understanding fueled his desperate hold.

However, not all shared such fortune. Two mages couldn't be saved in time before the ship stabilized. All remaining aboard could clearly hear their agonized screams before the sounds were swallowed by the void.

As if this ordeal were insufficient, they soon navigated a region where an overwhelming gravitational force threatened to crush them into pulp. Yet, having endured the initial space turbulence, they seemed to have developed a newfound understanding of self-preservation.

Despite feeling as though their very insides were being pressed into the deck along with their bodies, many managed to hold on this time by encasing themselves in mana.

While this defensive measure couldn't entirely negate the crushing gravitational pressure, it significantly eased their suffering.

Alec, through his own efforts, discovered that by applying a specific force while utilizing his gravity control, he could counteract the gravitational pull on himself. He resolved to extend this aid to several members of his team.

However, by the time his mana reached the third person, a heavy sweat had already broken out on his brow from the sheer exertion. It was evident that dividing his mana among multiple individuals placed a far greater burden on him. Consequently, he decided to concentrate his efforts solely on Sophia, Agnes, and Katie, deeming them the most vulnerable and in the most immediate need of support.

After enduring such harrowing trials in space, they finally emerged, finding themselves once again suspended in mid-air. This sudden release from tension caused many to relax their strained muscles, which, in turn, triggered renewed bouts of vomiting.

For a significant number, the expelled substance was blood, a grim testament to internal injuries sustained during the period of intense gravity.

“Why? He flew right past you! Why didn’t you save him?” Liam bellowed, his anger palpable. The royal clan had leveraged a favor to secure three mage positions on the roster.

Yet, moments ago, one of these mages had failed to adequately shield himself when the gravitational pressure struck. This lapse was likely due to prior injuries sustained during the earlier space turbulence encounter.

Despite the mage being flung perilously close to an envoy, the latter had merely crossed his arms, passively observing as the royal clan mage was swept into the space turbulence, his body subsequently torn asunder by chaotic spatial energies.

“You’d best moderate your tone when addressing me. He was responsible for his own survival. Why should I have exerted myself to save him? If he couldn’t even endure a minor challenge like the journey’s turbulence to the Origin World, it signifies only one thing: he wasn't worthy of being here,” the envoy Liam addressed retorted, releasing his aura. The oppressive display forced Liam to his knees.

“He would have merely been a squandered lord token and met his end swiftly. Such weak cultivators are better culled by the space turbulence; at least their demise is swift, unlike the agonies within the Origin World,” the envoy concluded, turning his gaze back toward the horizon.

It was at this precise moment that the ensuing drama concluded, prompting everyone to direct their attention to their new surroundings. They observed numerous ships, mirroring their own, conveying young mages from diverse cultures and appearances toward an island situated ahead.

Initial shock quickly gave way to a dawning realization: countless others, just like them, were being brought to this place. Perhaps, they mused, their own significance was not as unique as they had previously believed.

The ship finally reached the dock, but before any of them could disembark, the lead envoy reappeared before them.

“What I’m about to reveal might shatter your current understanding. The human monarch you deemed a great figure, the one credited with aiding your journey here—that is a falsehood. He was merely a talented individual identified by one of the great kings of the Origin World.” Gasps rippled through the crowd upon hearing this revelation.

“He is deceased. In truth, the entire Origin Realm is in the process of absorbing the smaller continents surrounding it, expanding its domain.”

“Each year, a pathfinder envoy is dispatched to pinpoint worlds nearing assimilation. A century ago, it was discovered that your originating continent faced eventual integration with the Origin Realm.”

“To facilitate the recruitment of human prodigies when the opportune moment arrived, we permitted the five most formidable mages of that era to ascend to the Origin Realm. I am aware they may have conveyed the narrative of a single mage’s ascension, but we preferred that story. It served us better to portray one exceptional hero rather than five; it amplified their individual standing. All they requested in return was our assistance in establishing their descendants as royalty.”

“This is how the five royal clans came to be and attained such power. While more potent clans existed previously—now referred to as the ancient clans—we ensured the royal clans, privy to the true history, maintained their dominance.”

“More often than not, our envoys discover worlds already under the dominion of the abyss races. Such worlds have failed in their defense. Upon merging with the Origin Realm, they merely contribute to the expansion of the abyss races’ territory—a situation humanity must strive to prevent at all costs.”

“The reason we have brought a hundred of you here is to groom you into human lords, individuals who will govern regions. Thus, when your world merges with the realm, some of you may have attained the status of powerful human lords, or perhaps even human kings. This would ensure your loved ones retain a place, and you could offer protection to others under your charge—assuming, of course, the second dimension hasn't already subjugated your continent by then.”

“Now, who is prepared for their assessment?” the lead envoy inquired after delivering an extensive explanation that, despite its length, still left them with many unresolved questions. One thing, however, was undeniably clear: he had no intention of repeating himself or elaborating further.