Taking the Mafia to the Magic World

1068  An Advanced Capable of Drawing Attention

The birdʼs long, sharp claws penetrated Vicenteʼs abdomen, cutting deep into the black-haired magicianʼs flesh. But it didnʼt enjoy the moment, its eyes showing no light as its neck was pierced by the enemyʼs trident.

Blood dripped onto Vicenteʼs feet as he and the creature fell to the ground, having collided moments ago and then fallen together on their battlefield.

Now their blood stained the stony ground of that mountain, with only one of them breathing, albeit weakened and severely wounded.

Vicente could stand it no longer and let the creatureʼs body fall on top of him, the birdʼs large neck and head pressing him against the ground, its heavy body against his legs.

”Hah... Hah...” he tried to avoid exclaiming in pain, but he couldnʼt prevent the rapid sound of his breath escaping from his lips.

”I won!” But Vicente had long since gotten used to the pains of the trade. As a high level magician with great ambitions, it was only natural that he would suffer on his journey of power!

Enduring the pain of the deep wounds in his body, slowly regenerating through one of his skills, he finished removing the creature from above him, rolling onto his side, looking at the dead body of what had been one of the toughest enemies of his journey.

Quickly drinking a recovery potion, aware that his regeneration wouldnʼt be fast enough to prevent irreversible critical damage, he sat down in the lotus position, next to the enemyʼs corpse.

His wounds wouldnʼt heal completely, even with the medicinal potion he had prepared in advance for this kind of situation. But it gave him a little more mana so that he wouldnʼt faint and would do what had to be done.

Even before one of his allies came over to help him, Vicente continued to absorb the violet pentagram slowly leaving the enemyʼs body.

He closed his eyes and felt his surroundings disappear, finding himself in his soul space, where his two magical forms floated in two different corners.

The seven pentagrams of Vicenteʼs magnetic power trembled as they seemed to feel the power of that new essence entering his soul space, which gradually descended from the top of that special space, bringing with it violet lightning and the effects of storms.

Vicente didnʼt even need to direct the pentagram into the correct magical form. The elemental affinity of this new essence with Viceʼs magnetic magical form generated an instant connection between them, causing this new essence to quickly position itself in the eighth position of the magical form in question.

Special lines and much mana proved stronger in that part of Vicenteʼs soul space, with four of his pentagrams cracking as their lines and symbols turned completely violet.

It all happened quickly. Vicente already had a powerful mana density, and he had conquered that essence entirely on his own, defeated the magical creature after a brutal battle and shown himself to be the better warrior.

The eagle essence itself had earlier recognized him as worthy, speeding up the process for this new essence to quickly assume the position of Vicenteʼs eighth pentagram.

The four old essences, of natural origin, then burst forth, totally losing their indigo glows, becoming totally violet, the highest magical quality in existence.

The moment this happened, a mana capable of frightening even Sorcerers emerged from Vicenteʼs body, paralyzing everything and everyone up to 10 kilometers away from him.

Even Larissa, Rex, and the dwarves were forced to remain motionless where they were, stunned by the magical power Vicente displayed while he was seriously injured!

But as Vicenteʼs pentagrams absorbed circulating mana and protected his position with that frightening magical fluctuation, the wounds on his body quickly closed up. Not only did his wounds close, but his very essence changed, with his bones, muscles, tendons, and ligaments undergoing a makeover.

He had been exhausted and injured a few moments ago. But most of his body was fine, as far as he was concerned. But as soon as he made qualitative progress in his old essences, he felt as if this wasnʼt true and he had long been carrying small imperfections in his physical and spiritual essence.

That changed quickly, however. In just one minute, all his injuries had recovered and his entire physical and spiritual construction had improved to a new level.

Normally, pentagram absorption didnʼt increase a magicianʼs power, but Vicente felt his aura rise from the beginning of 3-Star to the middle of that level.

When he opened his eyes, feeling truly invigorated, he saw the world around him differently, feeling his senses sharpened, while his magnetic powers, capable of manipulating matter, were much stronger.

Vicente removed all the ambient pressure caused by the short meditation and then showed the few spectators there the most absurd sight they could come across in their lives.

Eight pentagrams left Vicenteʼs body, five of them violet, two cyan and one indigo.

Larissa felt her eyes and lips trembling as she saw the current form Vicente had reached, sensing that the boy in front of her would not only become a Sorcerer in no time, but would eventually reach the legendary Transcendent level!

ʼThis is starting to get out of hand. Heʼs getting too strong while Iʼm just falling behind,ʼ she thought, proud to have a partner like Vicente and also happy to see an existence like him grow, but recognizing that perhaps her time with him was running out.

Meanwhile, the dwarves there felt like prostrating themselves, even though they were unaware of the agreement Liam had with their new king, which naturally made him the tribeʼs final leader.

As they watched in appreciation of Vicenteʼs display of absolute power, and he naturally felt fantastic, closer to his goal than ever, high in the sky a small distortion appeared.

From this spatial distortion, a non-human eye revealed itself, moving from side to side, as if searching for something, quickly finding Vicente on that mountain full of battle marks.

ʼInteresting. Iʼll keep an eye on you from now on,ʼ the one behind that eye thought, blinking before starting to disappear.

Meanwhile, an invisible pulse started from the place where the eye had appeared, reaching Vicente, making him feel a chill and look back, feeling strange.

ʼWhat was that?ʼ Vicente asked himself, but saw nothing behind the sensation of being watched by something.

His joy passed, and he retracted his powers, taking a deep breath and looking at what he had to do now.

ʼWas it just an impression? Well, I donʼt feel anything now. Time for me to work on my promise to the fairies and prepare for my departure from Amae!ʼ