Age of Adepts

Time flew by quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it had been three months since Greem arrived at Camp Exodar.

Today he was sitting in front of a wooden table, carefully examining a strange metal shining with magical blight with the help of a lamp. Just then, a magical message from outside startled him.

It was from Martin.

Greem accepted the message from Martin while continuing his deep scans on the meteorite he had just collected from the Camp.

Meteorites could be found in most planar worlds; they were a somewhat common adept resource. However, the piece of meteorite that Greem had found was very different from the usual kind. It seemed to have undergone some unknown mutations, having been soaked in the magical energy tides a long time. Even the data obtained by the Chip was unusually chaotic and random.

“Greem, are you busy over on your end? If you’re not, could you help me with something small?”

There was a ten-meter-tall metal golem standing behind him. The compound eyes on the golem’s head emitted a series of red lights that shone onto Greem’s body. After confirming Greem’s identity, it came out of alert mode and retreated back into the stone wall where it had walked out from.

It was evident that this was a Fourth Grade golem master from the Silver Union.

Greem had no time to make small talk with this colleague of his. He took two steps out of the array and immediately vanished in a blast of flames.

At the same time, flames ignited on a small rock in the darkness. Greem’s body reappeared on the distant horizon.

Two seconds later, a cluster of flames rose, and Greem teleported away once more.

Greem was moving at an incredible pace with the fast and convenient Fire Teleportation.

Once he had left Teleportation Array Five, the Fourth Grade golem master lifted his head and looked at his quickly disappearing silhouette. He couldn’t help but mumble to himself, “That should be Greem, the newly advanced kid from Zhentarim. It hasn’t been ten years since his advancement, yet he’s already venturing out into the realms beyond? Heh, quite bold!”

Greem was oblivious to these words. He was still teleporting through the dark and twisted space.

Leaving Camp Exodar meant losing the shelter of the protective barrier.

Naturally, there was no natural light source in space.

There were only tumultuous magic energy tides and the endless darkness in this vast space.

It was only when the magical tides washed against the floating rocks that sparks would ignite, illuminating a small area for a short time. As such, physical sight was an outdated method of seeing in this region. The only way to know what was in the endless darkness was by using one’s powerful spiritual senses.

However, the magic energy tides here ebbed and flowed, always in turbulence and chaos. They would often warp and disperse any spiritual appendages that were extended outwards. An adept who could easily sense everything within a few kilometers in a planar world could only sense up to a few hundred meters here.

The terrifying thing while exploring beyond the material realms wasn’t running into powerful alien creatures, but losing one’s direction and getting lost in the void.

Greem quickly flew through the empty space.

The pervasive tides wrapped around him, blew against his body, and continuously inflicted 210 points of energy damage against him.

The Chip’s notifications constantly updated in Greem’s flickering black eyes as well.

[Host body has been corroded by space energy, of which 17% of said energy has been converted into magical energy, 41% has been isolated, 36% is being resisted, and 7% is inflicting minor damage on the body. Host body is regenerating.]

Greem was not an actual starbeast, after all.

He might have assimilated starbeast bloodline and now possessed the ability to absorb the chaotic energy of space, but this process of absorption was accompanied by minor physical damage. Greem’s Physique was now at 33 points. Such minor injuries were easily healed with a bit of magical energy. As such, there were no visible wounds at all.

Of course, if Greem had no Chaos Physique, he would not be able to absorb the chaos energy of space. He would eventually be exhausted of all his power if he remained in this harsh environment for too long. Now that he had starbeast bloodline, he could absorb the chaos energy to replenish his reserves.

In doing so, he possessed the ability to survive in space!

As long as he didn’t venture into the regions where the magical tides raged like a storm or fought at high intensity for an extended period, he would be able to survive in space, even without any supplies.

The darkness slowly expanded in front of Greem’s eyes as he leaped from rock to rock. He was gradually getting further away from the central continent.

After three hours traveling through the darkness and crossing over five thousand kilometers, Greem finally arrived at the region where the incident had occurred.

It was a large rock floating alone in the darkness. The closest rock was over a hundred kilometers away, making this one stand out in particular.

At this moment, two groups of fighters from different factions were battling on the surface of the rock. Bright flashes of magic illuminated half the sky, even from a distance away.

When Greem appeared above the rock in a fiery burst of flames, both parties stopped their fighting and looked up at him.

“It’s an adept. It’s the human’s Fourth Grade adept. Retreat!” One side started shouting in a panic.

“It’s our people. Everyone, push forward. Don’t let them leave!” The other side also shouted after some cheering.

The battlefield instantly approached its climax!