The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 742 Two-World Teleportation Magic... Success!

"Hmmm… What exactly is the problem here?" Orrun rubbed his chin, staring at the magic formation before him with a furrowed brow.

In his estimation, the formation was flawless. It lacked the imperfections he used to encounter in his own creations before Nolan's assistance.

Yet, inexplicably, the formation refused to activate, causing him a considerable headache.

Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from outside. The door swung open, and Nolan entered with a smile gracing his features.

"Have some food first, old man," Nolan said, placing the food package he carried onto the desk.

Orrun let out a drawn-out sigh before rising from his seat. He walked over and inquired, "Is there any roasted ham?"

"There is," Nolan confirmed with a nod. He then proceeded to the sofa and stretched his stiff limbs. "Eat first. Then, I'll tell you what's missing from that formation."

"Huh?" Orrun froze mid-step. He turned to Nolan, eyes wide with astonishment. "What did you just say? You know what's wrong with it?"

Nolan offered a knowing glance and a smile, remaining silent.

Orrun attempted to calm his suddenly pounding heart. He was uncertain if the boy was merely spouting nonsense or speaking the truth.

However, after several days in his company, he had begun to grasp Nolan's character. Despite his occasional annoyance, Nolan possessed a kind and considerate nature.

Furthermore, he seldom spoke without reason, unless he was attempting to be humorous.

And in this instance, Nolan did not appear to be joking, suggesting his words held genuine weight.

Orrun's spirits, which had momentarily dipped, surged anew. He was eager to uncover the flaw within the magic formation.

Fifteen minutes later, having finished his meal, he swiftly approached Nolan, who was reclining with his eyes closed.

"Kid, hurry up and tell me what the flaw is!" Orrun urged, his voice filled with anticipation.

Nolan slowly opened his heavy eyelids. He gradually sat up, stretching his stiff body once more.

"Before I answer, I wish to test your intuition first," Nolan stated with a subtle smile. He gestured towards the magic formation and posed a question: "That formation is a teleportation spell. Do you understand what a teleportation spell entails?"

Orrun blinked in surprise, taken aback by the simplicity of the question.

"Kid, are you toying with me?" The corner of Orrun's mouth twitched, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

Unintimidated, Nolan leaned back against the sofa, casually crossing his legs.

"Don't overthink it. Simply explain to me—what constitutes teleportation magic?"

Orrun's irritation began to wane. He gazed at Nolan's serene expression, pondering, 'Could the answer lie within this very question?'

It was the most logical conclusion.

Orrun inhaled deeply and articulated, "Teleportation magic is a form of enchantment that utilizes spatial rifts to traverse from one location to another."

"And then?" Nolan prompted.

"And then?" Orrun echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion. "That is the definition. Is there more to it?"

Nolan fell silent, regarding Orrun with an expression that bordered on pity.

"Old man, was your esteemed title of Great Sage merely bestowed upon you because you are the nephew of the Tower of Silence's master?"

Orrun: "..."

"Damn it! Are you insulting me!?" Orrun bellowed, throwing a punch.

Nolan effortlessly caught his fist and remarked lightly, "Alright, alright. I was only jesting. Your temper is rather volatile—like a bull enraged."

He released Orrun's fist and rose to his feet.

Since the elder lacked the profound comprehension displayed by Sylvia, Nolan found it necessary to offer a direct explanation.

"What is absent from that magic formation is an object."

Orrun started, momentarily forgetting Nolan's earlier taunt. "An object?"

Nolan nodded and continued, "Teleportation magic necessitates an object—be it the user themselves or another individual. Your mind should be capable of grasping this concept now, correct?"

Orrun took a deep breath. Naturally, he apprehended Nolan's meaning.

The formation appeared impeccable, at least from his perspective. However, given its complete failure to function, he had begun to question its perfection, to the extent that he overlooked the fundamental nature of the formation as a teleportation spell.

What was the requirement for teleportation magic?

An object!

"Damn it! How could I have been so foolish!" Orrun exclaimed, striking his forehead in frustration.

He had become overly fixated on intricate details, failing to recognize that the core issue stemmed from such a simple oversight.

His gaze shifted towards Nolan, now imbued with a profound sense of admiration.

"Kid, you are an absolute genius. I underestimated you. My apologies."

He lightly tapped his own stomach.

Nolan chuckled and waved dismissively.

"You are mistaken. I only realized it myself after casually inquiring with Sylvia. It was due to that young girl."

"Sylvia?" Orrun's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had presumed that Nolan was the one who had identified the discrepancy.

Who could have imagined that the discovery was attributed to that young lass?

"A gift is definitely needed for her later," he thought to himself.

Orrun was a man of clear principles. Evil deeds warranted retribution, while good deeds merited acknowledgment.

Given that the young girl had been instrumental in their discovery of the project's final component, he was certain Sylvia deserved a token of appreciation.

"Let's get started," Nolan declared.

With a shared nod, Orrun and Nolan approached the magic formation, positioning themselves beside it.

"What item shall we use for this transmission?" Orrun inquired.

Nolan’s gaze swept the room, alighting upon an apple resting on a nearby table.

With a gesture, he drew the apple towards him.

He then carefully positioned it upon the formation and affixed a locator to its skin.

This marker would serve to secure the apple's coordinates once its successful transference was achieved.

Regardless of the distance, as long as the apple remained within this realm, Nolan possessed the ability to detect and ascertain its precise location.

However, if all detection ceased, it would signify one inevitable conclusion—the apple had been conveyed to a different world entirely.

"Initiate the process," Nolan announced.

Both men closed their eyes, meticulously crafting intricate hand seals before simultaneously invoking the incantation: "Two-World Teleportation!"

*Fwoosh!*

The magic formation, previously dormant, erupted with a blinding crimson luminescence.

They remained motionless, steadfastly channeling spiritual energy from within their beings into the intricate array.

After a tense interval, the intense glow subsided, eventually vanishing completely.

The apple, once seated upon the formation, had disappeared without a trace.

"Did it actually succeed?" Orrun's eyes widened, a tremor of astonishment coursing through him. His pulse quickened, his breaths growing shallow.

Yet, Nolan did not immediately embrace relief. The crucial step of verifying the apple's destination remained.

He shut his eyes once more, concentrating his senses to trace its path.

"Southern continent… nothing detected. Western continent… still nothing. Eastern continent… negative. Northern continent… void. Central continent…"

His eyelids flew open. A complex tapestry of apprehension, elation, and trepidation welled within him.

"Absolutely nothing!"

He gazed at the magic formation, utter bewilderment momentarily eclipsing his focus.

"This magical construct… it truly functions!"