Age of Adepts

He was a commander and a tyrant that ruled over his own land in the World of Adepts.

Yet, upon arriving at the realms beyond, Greem had instantly become a completely clueless rookie. He couldn’t quite get used to this sudden shift in mentality.

It almost felt like he had returned to his time as an apprentice, shuddering as he stepped into the tower, and being unsure of what to do or where to go.

After a moment’s hesitation, Greem finally recalled the name that the old adept had left behind before he left.

Martin. He had better look for him first to understand more about this Camp Exodar!

The tower that the Zhentarim Association had constructed here was of incredible quality. It had seventeen levels in total, enough for as many as three hundred adepts to reside within it.

Unfortunately, only thirty to forty adepts were living in the tower at the moment. Moreover, these adepts spent most of their time huddled in the library, the labs, or their rooms. It felt like the place was unpopulated when Greem walked down the wide and bright corridors. He couldn’t see a single person anywhere.

“Very well, then. Settle down here for the moment! If there’s anything you need, you can talk to the tower spirit directly through the identity plate. The tower spirit is actually a soul clone of the first master of the tower. It’s got a nasty mouth, but it’s usually quite kind.”

“Also, since you’ve just arrived, you can take a tour around the camp. You should be able to find quite a lot of rare items you won’t be able to find inside the material planes. That said, they are quite expensive.”

“The currency here is still the same. Magical crystals are the most widely accepted coin.”

“That said, you still have to be a little careful. Since you are a rookie, you had best not step out of the camp unless there’s something urgent. Only think of adventuring once you’ve completely adapted to the environment here. Otherwise—”

Martin suddenly lowered his voice.

“—be careful. There might not be much danger inside the camp, but there are always hunters of other races. They like hiding in the camp under the guise of wanderers, but they will immediately turn on you once they’ve lured you into the wilderness where there’s no one else. You must be careful!”

Adept Martin rambled on, listing out all the things to look out for in Camp Exodar. It wasn’t until Greem reminded him of his magical experiment that he let out a gasp of realization and fled back to his room.

Greem took a tour around his room alone once Martin had left.

The room was approximately three thousand square feet in size. It had a living room, bedroom, study, storeroom, showroom, material storage room, a small magical lab, a small alchemy lab, and a magic practice range.

It was a top-class adept’s tower, after all. The living conditions of a Fourth Grade adept’s room would not be too shabby.

However, the daily cost of living in a room like this was three hundred magical crystals.

High-Grade adepts with no background would not be able to sustain such tremendous spending for extended periods. However, a Fourth Grade adept like Greem, who was supported by the assets of an entire clan, would never be bothered by such a small expenditure.

The realms beyond were both a dangerous place and a treasure trove with unlimited resources.

The spacestorm raging on outside the tower was like the mouth of a ferocious beast. No man nor thing could escape under their own power if they were caught within its jaws. Even a planar world hosting billions of lives would be shredded to pieces and turned into dust if the storm caught it.

Most of the substance within the plane would be destroyed by the endless energy tides, ground into fine dust, and scattered across space. Only substances or items with unusual power could escape the collapse of their plane, traveling through millions of kilometers of energy tides to arrive here in the peaceful eye of the storm.

In conclusion, what could survive a plane being torn to shreds by a spacestorm was the essence of the essence. It was naturally shockingly valuable.

As such, one would always find valuable treasures hardly found in the outside world if they have been staying in the eye of the storm for a while!

However, to forge a living here, one would have to possess incredible Physique and power. To find treasure, one would have to be able to resist the corrosion of space energy and beat back any greedy competitors who had their eyes set on their prize.

Greem’s vision had been limited to the World of Adepts in the past. He had only heard stories of the realms beyond but never had the power to set out to explore.

He could take this opportunity of executing the mission to extend the Crimson Clan’s influence into this strange outer space, where everything was twisted and distorted.

However, at the moment, the Crimson Clan lacked sufficiently strong individuals who could be stationed in Camp Exodar.

Snorlax had expanded the Goblin Chamber of Commerce to a great degree in the World of Adepts, with many members and widespread influence. However, not a single candidate could be found in the Goblin Chamber of Commerce who could be stationed here.

Ordinary Second Grades would have trouble even surviving here, let alone expanding the clan’s business.

Amongst the Third Grade adepts of the clan, Oliven’s status was a little unique, making her ill-suited for such public affairs. Mary walked the path of a blood queen. Blood was what grew her power, as was conflict and war. She was not suited for a stationed position in this land. Alice, on the other hand, was engaged in a deathmatch with Witch Maysa. She hardly even dared to take a single step out of the Tower of Fate on normal occasions. How could she ever appear here in the realms beyond?

Greem couldn’t help but fall into silent brooding when the thought of the lack of Third Grade adepts within the clan.